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RANVI SHEKHAWAT
“Tell me, will you join me for dinner?” I asked Aaran who is facing the window while we are heading towards home. I have been trying my best to convince him to take me for dinner—I even said that the bill is on me but he isn't ready to accept my request.
“Aaran–” I yelled, mixed with pleas and grabbed his shoulder. But if things start to get easy for me then how will it go? Instead of grabbing his shoulder I accidentally grabbed his coat and pulled it revealing his neck and a little of his tattooed shoulder.
Aaran turned to look at me, his eyes turned dark. Soon the blinders were pulled separating us from the two people sitting in front. “What?” I left the fabric slowly running my hand to smoothen the fabric and let go an awkward smile.
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