It’s open to my Notes app. Title:Mission Rohi.
My stomach drops.
No. No, no, no—what the fuck is this?
She points to the top of the note. “These first three links? High-profile jobs in Toronto that offer work visas to Indian citizens. Your resume is the perfect fit.”
My throat tightens.
“This one’s from your company’s internal job board. A transfer option from Delhi to Toronto.”
I feel like I’m being suffocated. She created this list? Why—
“And these last five?” she says, almost sweetly. “Affordable 8–12 month college programs in Toronto. Won’t burn through your savings too badly.”
I stare at the screen like it might vanish if I just blink hard enough.
“Gree—”
“She’s at the University of Toronto, right?”
I nod before I can stop myself.
“Perfect,” she chirps. “So now you’ve got at least nine possible ways to move to Canada. Or, more accurately—follow her.”
She gets up, calm as ever, and walks to the door to grab her shoes and bag.
I stumble after her, my voice cracking. “Baby—please, no.That’s... that’s not what I want. Please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t want to lose you.”
I’m begging now, and I don’t care. Because she’s it. She’severything.
And I’m about to lose her over a moment of drunken, unresolved nostalgia.
She turns to me one last time.
“You lost me last night,” she says quietly. “At 2:13 a.m. when you said those words. I won’t stay with someone who’s thinking about kissing someone else.”
Tears run hot and fast down my cheeks. “Please...”
She opens the door.
“Follow her, Advik,” she says, voice cracking for the first time. “Because I think... she’s the love of your life. And now that you’re both finally single at the same time—you can do something about it.”
I’m not single.
I’m not—
But she’s already gone.
The door clicks shut, and I’m left frozen in place.
What the fuck just happened?
Rohi is the love of my life?
No. She’snot.
Greeshais. But I’ve run out of ways to prove it.
