*this is purely fiction*
The wind blew, I was sitting in my backyard.
I was feeling the breeze as my mind ran a marathon, thinking about how fast time is flying, all my friends are dating, in serious relationships and then there I was, as usual single, don't get me wrong I like being alone, but then again I want to experience all the cute cringe things.
From tomorrow, college begins again,
last year, they say enjoy as much as you can, make memories, but I'm thinking about the future, jobs, placements, and what not....
I want to enjoy this last day of freedom as I would call it because from tomorrow the rat race begins.
My friends have invited me to dinner tonight, I'm thinking what I should wear, maybe I should wear a dress or a suit but a suit would be weird, I choose my favourite red dress, it was sleeveless, V neck, fit my body like a glove, it suited my body shape.
I tried to experiment with my long hair, but making hairstyles on my own was not the cup of my tea, I decided to let them be, open hair, blow dried.
I get a call, "Liya, where have you been, we're waiting."
It was my friend Rose.
"I'll be there in 10 minutes." I hanged up.
When I went to that location, it was a beautiful cafe.
The lights were elegant, almost like candlelight.
But when I reached I saw none of my friends were there.
A man came up to me.
"Hi, is this Liya Sharma?"
He said
"Do I know you?"
I said because he wasn't in my friend group and I don't remember seeing him.
"So we got pranked by our friends, they set us up for a blind date, I assume same thing happened with you?"
He said laughing it off like it was funny,it wasn't.
I walked out, called my friend.
"Did you do this?" I asked her in disbelief.
"Liya we just thought it would be good for you." Rose said.
"And since when do people decide what is good for me?" I said furiously.
I walked out of that cafe. I didn't know who that man was and I didn't want to know.
Nobody walkes out on me like that.
A voice from behind stopped me.
I looked back and there he was.
He was tall, handsome, perfect jawline, extremely good physique, he spoke like a gentleman, walked like a gentleman, talked like a gentleman.
But I wasn't interested. After all who was he to me? I wasn't interested in anyone, I wouldn't date him even if he owned this city. Rich spoiled kids, I hate them.
"My name is Arhan Shah, and I don't like rude people, I can understand that you didn't want this nor did I, but accepting situations is good, try it sometime, could have told me on my face rather than walking out on me.
Something happened, my heart skipped a beat. I was shocked maybe, but more than that I hated his arrogance.
"Mr Arhan shah, I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
I said just that and turned around again.
But just as I turned, I felt a hand grab mine, it was Arhan's. His hand was strong, strong enough to make me stay where I was, I saw backwards and I was shocked....it was not Arhan...it was....
Fear took over my body.
From the author:
heyaaa everyone I'm shreeya and I'm starting this novel just because I love writing and I hope u love reading this too please do share your reviews and comments and
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