1. A blossomic encounter

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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.

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