“Ames?”
“You can’t expect them to move on overnight. Give them some time. Time heals everything.” Her voice sounds hollow, empty, nothing like her usual vibrant self. That’s strange. Amyra is all energy and warmth…so what’s wrong?
“You don’t sound okay, Ames. What’s happening?” I ask quietly, tightening my grip on the phone.
“I’ve been busy catching up with B&T Corp, so I’m just tired.” But something in her tone doesn’t sound genuine. Amyra Bajaj never lies unless she has to.
“Please get some rest, Ames.”
“Sure.”
“Wait!” I blurt out, knowing she’s about to hang up.Is it wrong to want to talk to her a little longer?
“Tell me,” she says softly.
“I… so…yeah, Aditi messaged me. She wants to meet tomorrow evening.”
“Okay. She’ll probably give you her answer then.”
“I figured that, but…what do you think it’ll be?” I ask, hoping she’ll say something reassuring.
“Don’t worry. Reyansh Thakur always gets what he wants, and this will be no different. Look forward to good news tomorrow.” A spark of joy rushes through me, and a proud smirk tugs at my lips.
“I hope your words come true, Ames.”
“I have to go now. Bye.” Before I can respond, the call ends, leaving me staring at the screen in disbelief.
Amyra isn’t okay. I can feel it.But didn’t she just say she only needed rest?
Still, that uneasy feeling won’t leave me, the sense that something’s off with her, not physically, but emotionally.
Is she…hurting?
She just confirmed that my relationship status might finally change tomorrow, exactly the way I wanted. I should be focusing on that. I should be relishing this moment, living in it.
So why does this restlessness refuse to fade?Why am I so worried about something I shouldn’t even be thinking about right now?
Chapter 8
Reyansh
I hope she doesn’t mind this place for our first real conversation.
She’d quietly approved of the location I sent her, but I still want to make sure it doesn’t feel overwhelming. I felt a twinge of disappointment when she declined my offer to pick her up, though I can’t blame her, not with the constant media spotlight on the Bajajs and Thakurs.
Besides, she must have felt awkward meeting me when our families are yet to accept the new situation.
Oh, Rey, Aditi hasn’t even given you an answer yet. Stop feeding your assumptions.
I keep tossing my wristwatch to kill time until a Bajaj car pulls up beside me.
A wave of nerves hits, my heartbeat thundering in my chest, and I draw a few quick breaths to steady myself.
You’ll be fine. Didn’t Ames say it would be good news? Have a little faith.
Then she steps out. Aditi in a red maxi, everything around me stills, the world slowing into a blur of awe. What I admire most about her is that effortless mix of prettiness, grace, and quietbeauty. Her pale skin, big eyes, a delicate nose, soft lips, wavy dark hair, and fluffy cheeks. God, how can someone look this stunning, like she was born to model?
And her eye, that innocence laced with determination, pulls me in every single time.
