The morning sun was well past its peak by the time anyone stirred. Last night’s energy had left its mark—every laugh, every drink, every dance translating into heavy eyelids and lazy limbs. Abandoned heels. A faint scent of perfume mixed with cologne. Cushions tossed, jackets draped over chairs.
By the time Ruhi’s phone buzzed with Aarav’s message, “Outer patio. Brunch. Don’t keep me starving” , the girls had barely rolled out of bed. They tugged on soft pajamas and messy buns, slipping out of the suite without a second thought, leaving behind their glittering party dresses crumpled over the armchair.
Hey there all the lovepies...Loads of love to you all for reading my books..That alone means a lot to me...I am a student at a university...and as much as I don't like it but I am still heavily dependent on my parents financially. Writing stories is my dream and I write what I dream...My stories are a different world for me where I would escape even as a child when I could no longer keep up with the real world. As I write I pour down that little yet unimaginable huge world that I have created in my mind, with the intention that everyone gets a glimpse of it. Showing some support and love will really help me turn my manifestations into reality and that reality might lead others to everything they wanna manifest (who doesn't want their life to turn into their favourite book 🫠 ). YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT MATTERS A LOT!❤️
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