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it's my first story. I tried to write. I'm not good in writing and I'm not good in english language. If anywhere you found mistake I extremely sorry for that. read my story and give your precious feedback.

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A blossomic encounter..........

The city of New York buzzed with its usual energy. Amidst the skyscrapers and neon lights, nestled between a row of upscale boutiques, was a quaint flower shop named "Eternal Blossoms." Inside, the air was filled with the delicate scent of roses and lilies, a haven away from the city's chaos.

Armaan, the shop's diligent owner, was arranging a bouquet of red roses. His face, framed by a tousle of dark hair, carried an expression of concentration mixed with a hint of frustration. Every day was a challenge, but Armaan faced it with a determination that masked the pain of his unsupportive family. They saw him as a burden, a sentiment that stung deeper than any financial struggle.

As he placed the final rose into the bouquet, the shop’s bell chimed, announcing a new customer. Armaan looked up and saw a young man standing in the doorway. Dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, the man exuded an aura of confidence and authority that contrasted sharply with the flower shop's cozy charm.

"Welcome to Eternal Blossoms," Armaan said, trying to sound cheerful. "How can I assist you today?"

The man’s gaze lingered on Armaan, and a smirk played on his lips. "I’m looking for something special. Something that says... appreciation."

Armaan raised an eyebrow. "We have a variety of options. Are you looking for anything specific?"

The man’s eyes softened as he observed Armaan. "I suppose I’ll let you decide. You seem to have a knack for picking out the right flowers."

Armaan smiled politely and began selecting blooms. He chose a mix of white lilies and pink peonies, a combination that conveyed both elegance and warmth. As he worked, he couldn’t help but steal glances at the man, intrigued by his presence.

"Here you go," Armaan said, handing over the bouquet. "I hope this conveys what you’re looking for."

The man took the bouquet, his fingers brushing against Armaan’s. A shiver ran down Armaan’s spine, but he masked it with a professional smile.

"This is perfect. I’ll take it," the man said, pulling out his wallet. "By the way, I’m Rudra. And you are?"

"Armaan," he replied, accepting the payment. "I’m glad you liked the arrangement."

Rudra’s eyes twinkled with amusement. "Well, Armaan, it seems you’re too cute to punish. Maybe I’ll be seeing more of you."

Armaan’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he nodded, unsure how to respond. As Rudra left, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this encounter was more than just a simple transaction. There was something about Rudra—something that left him both curious and apprehensive.

As the day wore on, Armaan tried to focus on his work, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Rudra. Little did he know, this was just the beginning of a whirlwind that would change his life forever.

**Episode 2: Unsettling Surprises**

The following day at "Eternal Blossoms," Armaan was busy preparing orders for a wedding when the shop's bell chimed again. He looked up, expecting another customer, but was taken aback when he saw Rudra standing in the doorway, looking as impeccably dressed as before.

"Rudra," Armaan greeted with a hint of surprise. "What brings you back here?"

Rudra strode in, his gaze scanning the shop with evident interest. "I just wanted to check in. And perhaps get to know the person behind those beautiful arrangements."

Armaan tried to keep his composure, though he felt a flutter of nervousness. "Is there something specific you need today?"

Rudra leaned against the counter, studying Armaan with a smirk. "Actually, yes. I have a few upcoming events and I’m in need of some more bouquets. I was hoping you could help me with that."

Armaan nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Of course. What kind of events are we talking about?"

As Rudra began explaining the details, Armaan noticed a change in the atmosphere. There was a certain intensity in Rudra’s demeanor, and Armaan couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to him than met the eye.

Mid-conversation, the shop door burst open, and a woman stormed in, her eyes filled with irritation. She was in her mid-thirties, impeccably dressed in business attire.

“Armaan!” she snapped. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you all morning.”

Armaan flinched, his face paling. "I’m sorry, I was just helping a customer."

The woman turned her gaze to Rudra, her expression softening slightly. “And who might this be?”

"This is Rudra," Armaan said quickly. "He’s a client. Rudra, this is Ms. Nisha, my aunt."

Rudra extended his hand politely. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Nisha."

Nisha shook his hand, though her smile was more of a forced gesture. "Likewise. Armaan, we need to talk about the accounts. I’ve been trying to reach you about the overdue payments."

Armaan’s face flushed with embarrassment. "I’ll take care of it as soon as I can."

Nisha’s gaze lingered on Rudra, then back to Armaan. "We’ll discuss this later. I’m sure Rudra has better things to do."

As Nisha left with a curt nod, Armaan’s shoulders slumped. He turned to Rudra, trying to regain his composure. "I apologize for that. How can I assist you with the bouquets?"

Rudra’s expression softened, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "Don’t worry about it, Armaan. I’m sure you have a lot on your plate. Let’s discuss the details of the bouquets."

As they worked through the order, Rudra’s presence became a comforting distraction from Armaan’s worries. Yet, as Rudra left, he turned back with a thoughtful look. "Armaan, don’t let them push you around. You’re better than that."

Armaan watched as Rudra walked out, a mixture of relief and confusion settling in. His words lingered in his mind as he returned to his tasks. Little did he know, Rudra’s unexpected involvement was just the beginning of a complex and tumultuous journey.

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**Episode 3: A Twist of Fate**

Days passed after Rudra's last visit, and Armaan tried to focus on running the flower shop. However, the memory of their encounters kept replaying in his mind, distracting him from his daily routine. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to Rudra's interest in him and his flower arrangements.

One afternoon, as Armaan was tending to a fresh batch of sunflowers, the shop's bell chimed once more. Expecting another customer, he looked up with his usual smile, but his expression faltered when he saw Rudra walking in with another man by his side.

The newcomer was equally well-dressed, with an aura that was more approachable yet equally commanding. He had a warm smile and an easygoing demeanor that contrasted with Rudra’s more intense presence.

“Armaan, meet my friend, Aarav,” Rudra said, introducing the man. “Aarav, this is Armaan, the talented florist I’ve been telling you about.”

Armaan smiled politely, shaking Aarav’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Aarav.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” Aarav replied, his voice smooth and friendly. “Rudra’s been raving about your work. I just had to see it for myself.”

Armaan felt a blush creeping up his neck. “I’m glad you like it.”

As they chatted, Aarav’s friendliness put Armaan at ease, though he couldn’t help but notice the subtle tension between the two men. It was as if they were sizing each other up in a way that went beyond mere friendship.

“So, what brings you both here today?” Armaan asked, trying to steer the conversation back to business.

“We’re planning a small gathering,” Aarav explained. “We’ll need some arrangements, and Rudra insisted you’re the best man for the job.”

Armaan nodded, jotting down notes as Aarav described the event. All the while, Rudra stood back, watching the interaction with a silent intensity.

As they finalized the details, the door to the shop opened again. This time, it was a young woman with striking features and a confident stride. She walked in as if she owned the place, her eyes landing immediately on Rudra.

“There you are, Rudra,” she said with a playful smirk. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Rudra’s expression shifted, a hint of irritation crossing his face. “Nisha, I wasn’t expecting you.”

Nisha turned to Armaan, her gaze appraising. “And who’s this?”

Armaan opened his mouth to introduce himself, but Rudra beat him to it. “This is Armaan, the owner of this lovely flower shop.”

Nisha’s eyes narrowed slightly, her smile turning sharp. “Ah, the famous Armaan. Rudra talks about you all the time.”

Armaan felt a pang of unease. There was something about Nisha that set him on edge, as if she were silently staking her claim.

“We were just finalizing some orders,” Aarav interjected smoothly, sensing the tension. “But it looks like we might be interrupting.”

Nisha laughed lightly, waving a hand dismissively. “Not at all. I was just curious about the florist who has captured Rudra’s attention.”

Armaan felt the heat rise to his cheeks again, unsure how to respond. Before he could gather his thoughts, Rudra stepped in.

“Let’s not make Armaan uncomfortable,” Rudra said, his tone firm. “We should let him get back to work.”

Nisha pouted but didn’t push further. Instead, she linked her arm with Rudra’s, a possessive gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by Armaan or Aarav.

“We’ll be in touch, Armaan,” Rudra said, giving him a small nod before turning to leave. “And don’t forget, I meant what I said last time.”

Armaan watched them go, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. There was something unsettling about the whole encounter, something that left him feeling both intrigued and wary. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was getting drawn into something far more complicated than he had ever imagined.

As the door closed behind them, Armaan let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. His quiet life at "Eternal Blossoms" was slowly being upended by these new connections, and deep down, he knew there was no turning back now.

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