"You like me, you can't like anyone but me..Don't say that you like another guy". - Zian Deshmukh
"My fallen heart doesn't know. But I will put effort and pretend that I don't know." - Siya Deshmukh
"Maybe some people are just meant to be in each ot...
As I stood nervously in front of the mirror, attempting to put on my favorite earrings, my heart fluttered with excitement and anxiety. Just then, Zian, appeared in the doorway with a warm smile.
"Siya, I noticed you were struggling with those earrings," Zian said, walking over to me.
"Oh, uh, yeah," I stammered, blushing furiously as I turned to face him.
"Here, let me help you," he offered gently, reaching out to take the delicate earring from my hand. Our fingers brushed briefly, sending a delightful shiver down my spine.
As Zian carefully held the earring, his fingers fumbled slightly, adding to the adorably endearing moment. "I'm not very good at this, but I'll give it my best shot," he admitted, a hint of bashfulness in his voice.
I couldn't help but chuckle softly, feeling a newfound surge of courage. "Don't worry, I trust you," I replied, my heart pounding wildly with each passing second.
With absolute focus, Zian took the earring and gently guided it through my earlobe. His closeness made my cheeks burn even hotter, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his mesmerizing gaze.
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"There you go," he said, finally securing the earring in place. His voice was soft, and I could sense a hint of satisfaction in his accomplishment.
"Thank you," I whispered, barely audible as I struggled to contain the overwhelming emotions swirling inside me.
Zian grinned warmly, his eyes locking with mine for a moment that seemed to stretch into eternity. "You look beautiful," he said sincerely, his words wrapping around my heart like a warm embrace.
I blushed deeply, feeling like I could melt right there. "Thanks, Zian," I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
As he stepped back, the air between us seemed charged with an undeniable connection. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to me. Zian had not only helped me with my earring but also left an indelible mark on my heart that I knew would stay with me forever.
I was in the Deshmukh mansion's garden, feeding the birds that flew here when Zian came up to me. He looked at me with a confused expression and asked, "What are you doing?"
I responded, "I'm feeding the birds, can't you see?" He chuckled and said, "You know they're going to poop all over the place, right?"
I shrugged and replied, "Well, I guess that's just the price you pay for being a bird whisperer." We both laughed and then he helped me feed the birds.
( "Well I guess that's just the price you pay for being a bird whisperer" It means that I'm willing to put up with a little bit of mess in order to enjoy the beauty of nature. The birds bring me so much joy, and I'm happy to feed them even if it means dealing with a little bit of bird poop.)
