As she strolled, lost in thought, she accidentally bumped into a man, spilling her sketchbook and pencils all over the sidewalk. Apologetic and embarrassed, she quickly knelt down to gather her belongings. The man, with a warm smile, joined her, and together they picked up the scattered items.
"Aaradhya," she responded, her cheeks flushing slightly. As she strolled, lost in thought, she accidentally
Their eyes met, and for a moment, time stood still. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, sparkled with kindness and curiosity. Aaradhya felt an inexplicable connection, as if their meeting was more than just a coincidence. "Aaradhya," she responded, her cheeks flushing slightly
"I'm so sorry about this," Aaradhya said, her voice barely above a whisper. Aaradhya felt an inexplicable connection, as if their
As they stood up, Rohan noticed the sketches in her book. "Your work is beautiful. You're an artist?"