Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi
Midnight call
The garden was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, the stillness of the night interrupted only by the occasional rustle of leaves. Sameer, on his way back to his room after a long evening, caught sight of someone sitting on one of the benches near the fountain. The figure, wrapped in a shawl, looked small and almost fragile under the vast expanse of the night sky.
Curious, he slowed his steps, his gaze narrowing as he realized it was Vishali. She was seated alone, her phone pressed to her ear, speaking softly. Her expression was relaxed, a faint smile playing on her lips as she listened to whoever was on the other end of the call.
For a moment, Sameer hesitated. They weren’t exactly on casual terms. In fact, they barely spoke unless it was necessary. But something about seeing her here, alone in the quiet of the night, piqued his interest.
As he approached, he caught snippets of her conversation, her tone light and filled with amusement. The way her fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the edge of her shawl, the way her eyes sparkled under the moonlight—it gave him the impression that this wasn’t just any conversation.
He stopped a few steps away, his hands slipping into his pockets as he leaned slightly against a nearby tree.
Sameer Singh Shekhawat
*cough *cough
Vishali turned sharply, startled by his voice. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she seemed at a loss for words.
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😔 may god bless him author
2024-11-30
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lonely with a broken heart💔☄️
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2024-11-30
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