The Love is The Pretence.•|Novel 02 Of Dea's Love Series•|🎀

Chapter : 02

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SIYA'S POV :

"Van-Ansh"A voice escaped my lips, devoid of emotion, as I thought to myself, He can't possibly be here in Singapore.

It has been half a decade since our paths crossed, and the mere sight of him caused my heart to race.

Memories of our past flooded back, only to be quickly dismissed as I acknowledged that things were no longer the same.

We have both moved on to different chapters in our lives. However, the memories we shared remain etched in my mind.

Countless moments from our college days resurfaced in my thoughts.

Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of me, bringing me back to reality.

I looked at him and my voice was not coming I don't know why.
It's too much to digest at once that he is in Singapore 🇸🇬 and in my Shop.

"Hi "I said giving him a low smile like we don't know each other.

His face is looking calm, sea green eyes having depth of emotions but layered with moral of pretence.

Straightly telling how fake his smile is right now.

His lips curved upwards, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes that betrayed his true feelings.

The air between us felt heavy with unspoken words, as if there was a secret hanging in the air, waiting to be revealed.

I couldn't help but wonder why he had chosen to visit my shop in Singapore, of all places.

It seemed like more than just a coincidence, and the thought sent a shiver down my spine.

Memories of our past flooded my mind, reminding me of the connection we once shared.

But time had passed, and we had drifted apart in our own carved ways.

As I continued to gaze at him, my mind raced with thoughts and emotions. I wanted to reach out, to ask him why he had come, to understand the reason behind his unexpected presence.

But the words remained trapped in my throat, unable to escape. It was as if some invisible force was holding me back, preventing me from breaking the silence that hung between us.

The familiarity of his presence mixed with the unfamiliarity of our current situation created a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me.

I felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension, curiosity and fear.

The uncertainty of what lay ahead made my heart race, and I couldn't help but wonder if this encounter was a mere coincidence or if it held a deeper meaning.

I gazed at him, yet my voice failed to emerge for reasons unknown. The fact that he is currently in Singapore 🇸🇬 and inside my Shop is overwhelming to comprehend.

"Hello," I uttered again, offering him a subtle smile as if we were strangers.

His countenance appeared serene, with forest green eyes that held a profound range of emotions, concealed beneath a facade of pretense.

As I observed him, I noticed a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, a vulnerability that mirrored my own.

It was a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection that still lingered between us, despite the passage of time.