Ishaan Rathore
The match was ours, but my mind kept wandering to her. Aarav's sister—Tanvi. There was something about her, the way she dismissed the game like it was a rerun of a boring soap opera, that nagged at me. Usually, the roar of the crowd fueled me, but today, a single unimpressed look from her had gotten under my skin.
Show your support
Your support helps me focus on creating fun filled stories and eventually publish my first book. Every little bit of support helps me grow as a writer and get closer to making this dream a reality. Thanks for being part of my journey!
Write a comment ...