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"Amidst the streets of London, unspoken words danced between us, echoing louder than silence ever could."
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Lavika woke up to a soft ray of sunlight spilling through the curtains, her mind still lingering on the events of the past few days.
She had been in London for a while now, and between juggling her final preparations for returning to Russia, finishing her studies, and meeting new people, one name continued to resurface in her thoughts: Ishaan.
Since their last encounter, Ishaan had been taking up more of her mental space than she would've liked to admit.
It wasn't that she sought it—if anything, she had tried to keep things simple between them.
But the truth was, their growing connection was undeniable.
What started as polite exchanges at gatherings arranged by Shanaya had slowly evolved into longer conversations, shared smiles, and deeper insights into each other's lives.
Ishaan wasn't just the suave businessman anymore—he was beginning to feel like someone familiar, someone comforting.
Lavika brushed her hair as she looked into the mirror, feeling the swirl of thoughts racing through her mind.
It had been a while since she had let anyone get this close, emotionally or mentally.
Ishaan had somehow slipped through her defenses, but she wasn't quite sure how to navigate what was unfolding between them.
She wasn't here for much longer.
Soon, she'd be heading back to Russia for her exams and farewell ceremony.
There wasn't much time left to figure out what she felt about Ishaan, nor did she want to rush into anything.
Yet, she couldn't deny the way her pulse raced at the mere thought of seeing him again.
