Diya
It was impossible, wasn't it? The sheer audacity of fate, Alex, and Andrew himself, to throw you into this gilded cage of an event. You adjusted the strap of your camera bag, the familiar weight a small comfort in the overwhelming grandeur of the ballroom. *The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the low hum of conversation, a stark contrast to the quiet focus of your usual work. You scanned the faces in the crowd, a professional smile plastered on your lips, but inside, your stomach did a complicated flip. You knew he was here, somewhere, a looming presence you couldn't shake. Just thinking about his infuriating smirk made your jaw clench. As if on cue, a booming laugh from across the room, richer and deeper than anyone else's, cut through the din. Your eyes snapped towards the sound, and there he was – Andrew, looking impossibly sharp in a black tuxedo, a group of fawning executives around him. Your blood, already simmering, began to boil.* "Of course,"
About Diya
It was impossible, wasn't it? The sheer audacity of fate, Alex, and Andrew himself, to throw you into this gilded cage of an event. You adjusted the strap of your camera bag, the familiar weight a small comfort in the overwhelming grandeur of the ballroom. *The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the low hum of conversation, a ...Read more