As for me, I’ve never doubted my feelings. They can only be called love. I’ve loved him from the moment I understood what that word truly meant. I fell hard and hopelessly for this man who never missed a chance to make me smile, to shower me with care and affection every single day.
God, I love him so helplessly.
Yet, what lies inside his heart has always remained a mystery to me.
“Hey, Amy, I saw how your man is so possessive of you!” Sanchi magically appears before me and cracks a mischievous smile.
“Have you been here?”
“Right from the beginning! Now, it's obvious that he loves you too. You just got to make the first move, just like you planned.” She nudges my shoulder in excitement, and I nod nervously.
If I feel something, I always tend to exhibit it outside, like whatever it is, fear, anxiety, love or pain. So, based on that principle of mine, I decided to say goodbye to my ‘unrequited love' for my best friend and express my feelings.
“I guess you are right, San! It's time. I need to make the next move.” I say in a determined tone while my girl best friend breaks into a cheerful smile.
“Oh my God! I can't wait to see you both step into their dating era!” She throws her arms around me in happiness, and I hug her back with a smile.
“Welcome to the Convocation Ceremony of Indian Institute of Business Management, 2025!”
The roaring announcement signalling the start of the ceremony makes us rush away at once. Sanchi and I run back to the venue, searching for our respective parents.
My eyes then roam around the venue for Reyansh who is seen talking to his mother Meenal Thakur and my mother Neelima Bajaj who were already seated in the first row.
Sanchi briefly moves back in search of her parents while I rush to the front.
“Mom! Aunty!” I exclaim in delight.
“Come on, sit now. You both will be called anytime soon.” Mom gestures for us to sit, and we promptly occupy the seats beside them, with Reyansh sitting right next to me.
It would have been more memorable to have our fathers here, but unfortunately, they had to leave for an international project conference at the last minute but I am still glad our mothers shown up.
“Topper of the Department of Master of Business Administration, Finance - Mr. Reyansh Thakur, please come to the dias and collect your certificate and medal.” We get alertedat the announcement, and I quickly stand up to assist him in slipping on the convocation robe.
“Congratulations, Rey. You did it.” I mumble to him, and he forwards to dias, not before flashing a warm smile at me making my cheeks blush.
I lean back and snap pictures of him, pride swelling in my chest and a wide grin across my face.
My gaze lingers on his outfit—so unmistakably Reyansh type. The long black robe hangs loosely from his shoulders, revealing a flashy grey bomber jacket over a crisp white tee, paired with skinny jeans and designer white sneakers. His dark hair-locks fall carelessly across his forehead, making him look far too cool for a convocation ceremony. My smile deepens when I catch sight of his signature silver rings and the dangling silver chain around his neck.
Rey being Rey.
So effortlessly handsome, so effortlessly charming.
When he returns to us, having removed his robe and medal, our parents step forward to congratulate him as the ceremony moves on. I try not to stare, but my eyes keep finding him until suddenly, my own name is called. I quickly wear the robe I am holding in my hands.
“Topper of the Department Masters of Business Administration, Marketing - Ms. Amyra Bajaj, please come to the dias and collect your certificate and medal.”
A sudden wave of jitters pass through me, and I pause to take a steadying breath. Reyansh appears at my side, his hand closinggently around my arm in quiet support. I nod at him before stepping onto the dais.
I shake hands with the chief guest and the University Director, accepting the medal first, then the certificate.
“Thank you, sir.” I show my gratitude and shift my gaze to the audience, my family in particular, and I watch Reyansh standing, cheering and clapping loudly.
“Proud of you, Amyra Bajaj. A long way to go!” My ears catch one of his loudest cheers, and my lips twist into a broad smile.
At that moment, I can just think about one thing.
I can't wait any longer to make him mine.
