The best part was that we ended up studying in the same colleges from intermediate onward, which only strengthened our bond. Eight years later, that friendship has grown into something far more—sisterhood.
“What's up, San! Why are you in a panicky mood?” I hold her shoulders to support her tired posture.
“Trust me, you will not like what I am going to say now!” she rambles with a tensed expression, and I don't get what she meant.
“What is it about?”
“It's about your man,”
“What about him?” I ask in an uncertain tone.
“Do you remember that junior guy who confessed his feelings for you last week?”
“Yes, I do, and it was long settled when I smoothly rejected him. What's the point of bringing it now?” I argue in a sharp, annoying tone, and she rolls her eyes irritably.
Rains of love, confessions and proposals are nothing new to me. I’ve been receiving them since my teenage years. Yet I’ve never been interested in those relationships, perhaps because I knew half of them were drawn to my high-class status…or maybe because my heart was already quietly holding on to someone else.
“That's the tea, babes. Your man is behind him now. I found him cornering the junior along with a few of his classmates, and they are probably ragging hi–”
“Where is he now?”
“At the backside of the campus.”
The moment her words reach me, my body propels forward, weaving through the sturdy, art-laden buildings of the college, past the sprawling arena and its cluster of departments.
At last, I arrive at the place I’ve been searching for, and finally, there he is: the man I’ve been looking for!
Reyansh Thakur!
The only heir of the Thakur household, son of Suryaveer and Meenal Thakur—the ever-smart, ever-charismatic, ever-handsome heartthrob of the university, stands beneath a majestic cherry blossom tree. The golden sunlight catches his stylish frame and sharp features, but what truly draws attention is the unusual expression on his face: a cold, unyielding stare that could make the bravest falter, paired with a clenched jaw sharp enough to cut glass.
He looks dangerously intimidating, and it’s no surprise the junior student before him trembles under his gaze.
“What's happening, Rey?” I call him, rushing to the spot, and his face turns into a jerk to my side.
As if by a miracle, his deep frown melts away, replaced by a wide grin and eyes that sparkle so brightly that they send shivers down my spine.
His affection frightens me sometimes.
This moment is proof of exactly that.
“Ames!” He comes forward to hug me, his arms wrapping around my torso, and I feel at ease under his warm embrace.
It’s so intoxicating, I wish I could stay in this moment forever.
Wait…does he even realize what he’s doing to me?
The urge to hug him back tugs at me, but not before I figure out what’s happening right now.
“Rey! What's going on here!” I push him back, with my eyes pointing out the junior.
“Ah, Ames! It's nothing. I heard this guy developed a tiny-teeny crush on you, so I am just helping him to move on.” There's a playful smirk dominating his lips, and I can see how proud he is of his actions.
“Wait! What are you making him do?” I pace to the junior only to notice a book in his hands, and I immediately grab it to look at it.
My eyes widen when I realise what he has been writing in that white book.
‘Senior Amyra Bajaj is my sister.’
