The society event was a blur, a cacophony of voices and forced laughter. Siddharth felt like an actor playing a part, going through the motions of fame.
Then, a ripple of excitement had swept through the crowd. He turned, his eyes 👀drawn to the source of the commotion.
It was her, or so he assumed, the woman who commanded a room with her quiet confidence. She wore a tailored black suit, her hair pulled back in a severe bun, yet her presence was undeniable. He could see, even from afar, the quiet determination in her eyes, the aura of focus that surrounded her. He felt like he had found a missing puzzle piece🩵, though he wasn’t sure how she fit.
He watched as she effortlessly navigated the room, shaking hands with dignitaries and investors. He found himself wanting to approach her but he didn’t know why. He felt as if a magnet was pulling him to her, and it confused him.
He starts moving towards her to approach her or initiate a convo but before that someone calls him .....
And he got busy within talks and forgot about her ....

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