Chapter 2
Reyansh
UGH! One worry down, finally. The post-grad days are finally done!
As I stride purposefully into the front office to return the convocation robes, I can’t help but feel a mix of pride and resolution.
“Mine and Amyra’s!” I announce, handing the vibrant fabric to the official before me. She receives them with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
“Congratulations on being the topper of the University again, Reyansh,” she greets, her tone radiating genuine affection. I offer a polite smile, feeling a hint of discomfort at the commendation. “I don’t think that’s an achievement, ma’am. Anyways, thank you.” I turn away, making my way back to the ceremony venue, my thoughts swirling with anticipation.
Compliments have always trailed after me like a shadow, a testament to both my diligence and a stroke of fortune. With hard work and a bit of luck, I’ve consistently excelled in my studies, something I am profoundly grateful for, especially with the weight of our family legacy now resting on my shoulders.
B&T Corp—a prestigious luxury lifestyle conglomerate was co-founded by Amyra’s father, Harshavardhan Bajaj, the esteemed Chairperson, and my father, Suryaveer Thakur, the dedicated CEO. It stands as a beacon of sophistication and ambition in the heart of Delhi.
As the sole heirs of the Thakur and Bajaj households, the expectations placed upon Amyra and me are immense. With our academic pursuits now behind us, our fathers are planning to initiate our training at the company’s main branch. Given the stature of this organization, mediocrity is not an option. I intend to pour every ounce of effort into proving myself worthy of a place in its future.
Just as I approach the threshold of the banquet hall, a sudden tug at my wrist brings me to an abrupt halt. I freeze, taken aback, and turn to see who it is.
Sanjana Malhotra!
Why can’t she just give up on me?
“Hey, Rey, I wa—”
“Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?” I snap, shooting her a warning glare that makes her gulp nervously.
It’s peculiar; the nickname ‘Rey’ feels like a title that belongs only to Amyra. When anyone else utters it, it grates against my ears, an invasion of something personal.
“I’m sorry, I forgot. So, Reyansh, I was wondering if you’re free tomorrow—”
“Sorry, I am not!” I retort stiffly, turning my back on her as I step into the lively hall, where my family stands engaged in cheerful conversation, bright smiles painting their faces as they await myarrival. Just as I’m about to move further, her voice pierces the air again, halting my progress.
“Why can’t you give me one chance? Just a coffee meeting, Reyansh.” Her tone is laced with both frustration and desperation, and honestly, I am tired of consistently turning her down.
“Haven’t I made myself clear about my disinterest since the very first time, Sanjana? Stop toying with me. Besides, I have plans with Amyra tomorrow. Goodbye and best wishes for your future.” I lie through a feigned smile as I push past her, eager to escape the conversation and immerse myself in the warmth of my family.
Many girls have had a crush on me since my college days, but Sanjana is far more stubborn than the rest. She kept pestering me for a date, even after I made my disinterest crystal clear. I’m relieved it finally ended today.
The truth is, my focus has always been on studies and self-improvement. Flings, relationships, affairs—none of them ever held my attention. With a female best friend already sharing most of my personal life, I never felt the need to chase that phase. But the thing is, you can’t stay immune to love forever, not when it surrounds you every single day.
You will eventually have to acknowledge your feelings.
“You are back!” Amyra shifts her gaze at me after adjusting her sleeves, and my eyes automatically scan her outfit. She’s dressed in a brand-new Kaki three-piece set—a sleek crop top paired with tailored trousers and a flowing trench coat, styled flawlessly with ankle boots, a gold layered necklace, diamond studs, a stack of bracelets on her right hand, a glistening Rolex on her wrist,and a bold red leather handbag; nude lipstick and shimmering eye makeup to complete the look.
Amyra has always been a stunner, but today she could step straight out of a fashion magazine—regal, commanding, radiating the aura of a businesswoman with a hint of bossy attitude.
She’s no longer the innocent girl who once twirled in gowns.
My lips tug into a genuine smile, reminded once again of how fortunate I am to call her my best friend.
Amyra Bajaj is the perfect blend of intelligence, elegance, confidence, and beauty. When she enters a room, she ensures it bends to her will.She truly is one of a kind.
“Done staring at me? I know I look good today! Now, let's go and feed our famished tummies.” She rolls her eyes, and our mothers break into shy smiles, silently enjoying the banter.
“Alright, princess. Let's move.” With the intention of bidding our batchmates a final goodbye, we sent our mothers home once we finished our dinner and were about to head toward the garden when Amyra stopped to take a call.
“Really? I’ll meet you in a minute.” She ends the call and faces me.
