IS IT RECONCILIATION?

The streets of Jaipur were alive, buzzing with color and movement as the city greeted another

day. Aarya walked briskly through the lanes, her soft pink kurta billowing lightly in the

morning breeze. The faint aroma of kachoris and the rhythmic sound of vendors haggling

created a lively backdrop. Despite the vibrancy of her surroundings, Aarya’s mind was a

swirl of thoughts, remnants of a restless night.

By the time she reached the flower shop, she was ready to bury herself in work. Her

sanctuary awaited—filled with blooms of every color and the calming scent of jasmine. As

she pushed open the door, the familiar sight of Meera perched on a stool greeted her.

“Ah, the queen Jodha arrives,” Meera teased, twirling a marigold garland like it was a crown.

“Yes,go Dasi [Slave] get me a cup of tea” Aarya ordered her like a queen, setting her bag

down.

Meera smirked. “yes Maharani, how about with extra poison? .”

“Don’t worry Your tongue is enough for that no need for extra,” Aarya quipped, grabbing an

apron.

Meera clutched her chest in mock offense. “Rude! Bitch.”

Aarya act offended. “you DARE to speak like this to your QUEEN, I can get your head cut

off for this impudence.’”

“achha ji,” Meera shot back with a grin.

Their day began in typical chaos. Customers streamed in, placing orders for weddings,

anniversaries, and everything in between. Meera managed the front with her bubbly charm,

while Aarya focused on crafting bouquets with meticulous care.

The chime of the shop’s door rang again around noon.

“Welcome!” Meera chirped, her tone automatically cheerful.

Aarya didn’t look up, her hands busy arranging a delicate set of lilies. But Meera’s sudden

silence made her glance toward the door.

Her heart skipped.

The man standing there was a towering presence—broad shoulders, sharp features, and an air

of quiet confidence. His crisp white shirt, rolled at the sleeves, hinted at strength, but it was

his eyes that made Aarya pause. They were dark, intense, and focused solely on her.

He stepped further in, his polished black shoes almost silent on the tiled floor.

“White roses,” he said, his voice low and smooth, with a richness that seemed to linger in the

air.

Aarya froze, the familiarity of that voice hitting her like a jolt. Slowly, she turned to face him

fully, her heart pounding. Shiv.

Meera, ever the enthusiast, leaned closer to Aarya and whispered, “Bhaisab[oh god] kudrat ka

Karishma h ye[miracle of nature he is]”

Aarya shot her a warning look ‘Meera behave’’.

“Ther ..Over there you can have them,” she managed to say, pointing to the display. Her tone

was steady, but her fingers gripped the edge of the counter tightly.

Shiv’s gaze didn’t waver as he nodded and walked to the roses. His movements were precise,

deliberate, as though he controlled not just himself but the space around him.

Meera elbowed Aarya playfully. “Girl, if you don’t start talking to him, I will. He looks like

the kind of guy who could make you forget your middle name.”

“Meera!” Aarya hissed, but her friend was undeterred.

“What? I’m just saying! You don’t get guys like that in Jaipur every day. He’s like... a

walking novel protagonist.”

Shiv returned to the counter with a bouquet of white roses. Aarya reached for the wrapping

paper, her hands brushing against his briefly. The contact was electric, sending a shiver down

her spine. She tried not to look up, but the intensity of his presence made it impossible to

ignore.

“Thank you,” he said, his tone formal yet tinged with something softer.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, barely above a whisper.

As he handed over the money, Shiv’s fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary. His gaze remained steady on hers, creating a tension that neither of them addressed.

When he left, the doorbell chimed softly behind him. Aarya let out a breath she hadn’t

realized she’d been holding. But before he stepped into a sleek black car parked outside, he

glanced back. Their eyes met through the glass, and something unspoken passed between

them.

“hehehehe... Who was that?” Meera elbowed Aarya playfully narrowing her eyes with smirk

“Just a customer,” Aarya said quickly, focusing on tying a ribbon around a bouquet.

Meera snorted. “Just a customer? Sure, and I’m just a florist. Come on, Aarya, don’t leave me

hanging. That man was straight out of a dream. Or a nightmare, depending on your

perspective.”

“Stop being dramatic,” Aarya muttered, but the heat in her cheeks betrayed her.

Meera smirked. “Fine, keep your secrets. But I swear, if Mr. Kudrat ka Karishma comes

back, I’m wooing him myself.”

“You’re impossible,” Aarya said, shaking her head.

“That’s why you love me ,” Meera quipped, sticking out her tongue.

Aarya laughed despite herself, grateful for Meera’s lightheartedness. But her thoughts kept

drifting back to Shiv. His presence lingered like the scent of roses, unsettling and

unforgettable.

As the day went on, she merged herself in work but her mind wavering toward Shiv

[Why Shiv , why now you come back ,WHY ?] she sighed

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