Chapter 10: The Eye of an Artist
I couldn’t believe it Nahuel was sitting at the तालिका, टेबल that we were at yesterday with a red rose. He smiled brightly at me as I sat down. “So how are आप feeling today?” He asked in his thick accent. “Oh, I’m better,” I said, I smiled back at him as I accepted his rose. I really dislike गुलाब but he was just so amazing it suddenly took on a new appeal to me. “Thank आप I कहा it’s beautiful.” “It pales in comparison with आप he murmured. “So, what would आप like for your birthday?” He asked flashing me another brilliant smile I stared at...
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