Tarini Verma- 25- year old architect working for one of the best architecture firms in Mumbai. She moved to Mumbai for college and has been living in the city since then. She is passionate about her work and painting. Her vibrant passion for design...
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The previous chapters are not not anywhere near the target, but I'm still posting because I have delayed it too much
But for this chapter I am hoping the target is completed
Target is 250 and the further chapters are published onwebnovel
It's finally the awaited day, and a mix of anticipation and excitement courses through me. The dishes have been prepared earlier in the afternoon, giving me the time to attend to the last-minute details.
Dressed in a white sports bra, shorts, and an olive green shirt as a cover-up, complemented by small golden hoops and white flats, I aim for an effortlessly chic look. A meticulous check of the house ensures no misplaced items, and with a satisfied nod, I lock the door and make my way to the parking lot, ready for the evening.
I entered the car and spritzed my perfume on the passenger seat, giving a few pumps around the car to envelop it in a pleasant fragrance that mirrored my own. Playing some music, I aimed to ease into a state of relaxation, hoping to soothe my nerves and avoid any clumsy stumbles in conversation with him.
Ruhaan had graciously shared his address, unveiling a residence nestled in one of Mumbai's affluent neighborhoods, just 30 minutes from my apartment. As I navigate through the bustling streets, Mumbai's skyline transforms with the setting sun, creating a captivating display of illuminated skyscrapers.
Living in a metropolitan city has its challenges — the crowd, noise, and constant hustle. Yet, amidst it all, my thoughts find solace, a momentary pause from the daily chaos, steering towards reflections on my parents.
After overcoming 45 minutes of traffic and a brief stop, I arrive at Ruhaan's house. The three-story mansion stands as a testament to architectural prowess, surrounded by lush greenery and a meticulously kept garden. As an architect myself, I can't help but admire the craftsmanship, harboring aspirations to create something equally magnificent in the future.
With a final spritz of perfume in the car, I set the ambiance with music to calm my nerves. The journey to Ruhaan's residence is punctuated by the captivating Mumbai skyline, a testament to the city's vibrant energy.
Arriving at the gate, armed with a bouquet of pink tulips and baby's breath, I take a moment to ensure the perfect presentation. Calling him to announce my arrival, As I saw him walking towards me my heart quickened and a rush of appreciation and administration filled my thoughts, I couldn't help but admire the way his olive green cargo and black sweatshirt with paired white Airforce looked on him, and how his dark hair framed his handsome face, a genuine smiled lit up his face when he saw me, and right there my nervousness flew away
"Hey," he greets, standing in front of me.
"Hi," I respond, my voice lower than usual, captivated by his presence up close.
"These are for you, hope you like them," I say, handing him the bouquet, my toes clenching with nervousness.
"For me?" he looks shocked as he takes the bouquet.
"Yeah," I reply, pinching my palm out of nervousness.
"Thank you, I love this. No one has ever gotten me flowers out of their will," he says, admiring the bunch of flowers.
"I'm glad. Shall we leave?" I say, thankful that he liked them and shocked that no one has got flowers for such a charming man.
"Yes, sure," he responds with a smile.
We both get into the car, and as we drive, he asks, "So where are we going?" with the bouquet now on his lap.
Well, I'd surely like to be there instead of the bouquet." My house," I turn to him and answer with a smile.
"Isn't this too fast?" he asks, a confused look on his face.
"What—Oh my God, it's not what you're thinking," I say with a horrified look, my heart beating faster.
“I’m so sorry; I didn’t want to make it uncomfortable,” his words rush out.
“It’s fine. I just have never been on many dates before, so I have no idea, and I thought we could spend some time at my house,” I confess.
“I’m fine being anywhere if it means I get to be with you,” he jests.
.In that brief moment, his words created a web of complex emotions, carrying a deep sense of connection. The affection and warmth he shared washed over me like a powerful wave, stirring my heart with an intense and indescribable feeling.
The Mumbai sky turns orange as time passes, the sunset looking incredible from the sea link. I drive us to my home with subtle music playing in the background since I never liked driving in silence. After what Ruhaan said, I couldn’t get words out of my mouth.
We speak about how our day was in between, with me telling him about how I love working as an architect and him complaining about how he has idiots in his company in the name of employees. Soon, we reach my apartment building; I park in the basement, and we both get down.
I don’t want to seem like I’m not interested, so I try making conversation. Usually, I am not someone who initiates conversation only because I don’t know where to start from and when I do, I blabber nonsense or I overshare, just like now
“I wanted to buy a house on the topmost floor because I love heights and the mesmerizing view I get to see. But when I was looking for a house a few years back, I had just started working, and the apartments on the topmost floors were out of my budget, so I couldn’t buy them. When I bought this flat, I slowly made it my home, and now I love it,” I finish my life story as we reach my floor and come out of the elevator.
“I’m sure you’ve done a great job at turning the apartment into your home. It takes a lot of hard work for one to buy their own house in Mumbai at such a young age,” he says.
My throat clogs up with emotions. I don’t remember the last time someone appreciated me for my achievements.
“Welcome to my home,” I open the door.
“And see, I was right; your home is just as beautiful as you. Well, you’re more beautiful, must I admit,” and there he goes again, making my stomach full of butterflies.
