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Come with me to know how they fall in love and changes will it bring for them.
Nirmaan Singh Rathore and Subí Chauhan are two co...
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As the alarm clock pierced the morning air, Subi's eyes fluttered open, and she rubbed them with her fists, banishing the remnants of sleep. She gazed around the room, expecting to find Nirman's gentle smile beside her, but the space was empty, a void that seemed to echo with his absence. A pout creased her lips as she let out a soft sigh.
She rose from the bed, her feet padding softly towards the washroom, where a warm shower awaited her. As she emerged, refreshed and revitalized, she slipped into her plush bathrobe and entered the closet, a sanctuary of her personal space. The door creaked open, revealing a plethora of outfits, each one a tale of its own.
Her gaze fell upon the open suitcase, still unpacked on the shelf, its contents spilling out like a chaotic rainbow. Subi's shoulders sagged, her eyes rolling heavenward in a silent plea for organization. "Why must I always be so messy?" she thought, a gentle reprimand to herself.
As she delved into the suitcase, her fingers stumbled upon a familiar fabric, soft as a summer breeze - her floral saree, paired with a backless blouse that seemed to whisper secrets to her skin. Memories of the previous day's events came flooding back, like a tidal wave crashing against the shores of her mind. Nirman's possessiveness in the kitchen, his fierce desire to keep her all to himself, and the way he made her feel like a precious gem, polished to perfection.
"I don't know about live, but main maan Pasand karne lagi hoon," she thought, her heart beating with a gentle rhythm, as she contemplated her plan. ("I don't know about love, but I have definitely started liking him.")
An idea started forming in her head. She wasn't comfortable with being overtly seductive, but she wanted to try, to weave a spell of allure that would ensnare Nirman's heart. For the first time in her life, someone had made her feel like a work of art, and she wanted to reciprocate that beauty, to create a masterpiece of her own.
"Well, not as expected, but my attempt to look sexy," she mused, a sly smile spreading across her face. The thought sent a thrill through her veins, as she began to envision the perfect outfit, one that would make Nirman's eyes linger on her, and his heart skip a beat.
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Almost ready, she was setting the pallu of her saree when she heard the door to their room open. He was back from his jog. A mix of excitement, giddiness, and nervousness swirled inside her.
She wasn't entirely sure if she was in love, but one thing was certain - she had started to develop strong feelings for him and wanted to give this relationship her all.
