Vedant and Aashi had just finished their dinner and were now heading back to their respective rooms in their respective house. As they walked, they couldn't help but smile and blush as they thought about their encounter in the washroom this morning. Vedant replayed the moment in his head, how she had accidentally walked into the men's washroom and found Aashi following him. How she kissed him on his cheek making him blush with her antics. Aashi, on the other hand, was lost in thought about the way she had stumbled into the washroom, looking embarrassed and flustered. She couldn't help but find it endearing, and the way he was concerned about her and does not want anyone to hurt her, she smiles like anything thinking all this.
I write because I am passionate about it and this platform will give me the opportunity to express my emotions through the stories.
Stories are the best way to pull out your imagination in the characters and plot.
For me writing is the medium of escapism and the indulgence into the world of stories and imagination.
I am here to provide some good, subtle stories within my capacity and some deep conversations.
Imagination is the essence of life, without imagination creativity doesn't appear. For me writing is that creativity in which I can indulge my imagination however I want.
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