Khushi was making jalebis. Again. But she was happy, very happy.
School was over, the three months of torturous exams done with. After a lot of coaxing, for about a month, her parents had given in to their eighteen year old's demands of taking up 'Design' as her career option. She had applied, and easily got into one of India's most reputed design schools, 'National School Of Design', Delhi. NSD people called it.
And tomorrow she was headed to Delhi on the first flight taking off from Lucknow.
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He was just twenty-one, and already one of the most successful business tycoons of Asia. His ruthless charm and brooding eyes, just added to his tall, intimidating persona.
Arnav was in general a very placid, dispassionate man. Composed in the stormiest of situations. But today, he was highly irritated thinking about his impending visit to the NSD tomorrow for addressing the new students. The pompous and chaotic environment of the school's campus was too much for the quiet corners of his mind. Also, because it reminded him of his own carefree days of college at the campus.
But mostly, the campus tortured him with her memories. Every classroom, every corridor smelled of her. He hated it because that place brought down his carefully built facade every time.
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