“Yes. Even after being in a relationship for eight months. And now, when I look back, I can’t even blame them—”
“What do you mean?”
“They’ve been considering you as their daughter-in-law for almost a decade. How can I expect them to forget it in just a few months? That’s ridiculous. I should’ve been more considerate… more aware of how serious this was.” I let out a deep sigh, knowing this regret won’t leave me anytime soon.
“Considerate and aware of what?”
Her voice drops to a whisper. I glance at her and find her expression hardening at my words.
What the fuck did I just say?
How could I be this reckless, indirectly hinting that I regret forgetting the promise and dating her sister, when I’m still in a relationship with Aditi? Worse, hinting at my regret of not fulfilling my promise to marry Amyra. Her expression edges dangerously close to disgust, and I need to cover the mess I’ve just created.
“What do you mean, Rey?” Her tone turns authoritative, her sharp gaze demanding an explanation. I take a deep breath before weaving a lie.
“I meant I should’ve been more considerate and aware of how difficult things would become when I decided to be with Aditi. I should’ve prepared myself to face this bitterness so it wouldn’t hurt this much now.” I end with a nervous, awkward smile.
Her face relaxes, though a flicker of discomfort still crosses her eyes.
“That will take time, Rey. You need to give up something to gain another. Be patient. Now, let’s call it a day. We should leave.”
“Sure. Let’s go.”
After yesterday’s launch, we’re back at the main branch of B&T Corp, buried in our individual division work. We barely get time to see each other, and that includes Karan. I don’t spot him all day, neither near me nor around Amyra. I assume he’s caught up with his own work.
“Give me your office bag—”
“Hey! I can carry it myself. Stop embarrassing me.” I block her hand, but as I sling the bag over my shoulder, she helps me settle it properly.
“I can at least help, right? I already feel guilty about missing lunch with you. I can’t stop thinking about how you must’ve struggled to eat. I was stuck in a meeting with my mentor—”
“Calm down, Ames. The injury’s on my left hand, not my right. Take a deep breath and stop blaming yourself,” I interrupt her guilty ramble. And honestly, I can’t deny how good it feels to know she’s worried about me.
Yesterday, seeing her break down in tears at the sight of my blood forced me into some serious thinking about where our relationship will be headed.
“Alright. Come on. I’m driving you home today. I’ve already spoken to your driver; we’re taking my car.” I’m surprised by how much she cares, enough to drive me home herself, something men usually do for their women.
But am I complaining? Definitely not.
Instead, I feel oddly proud, being taken care of by my girl.
Amid short conversations and light smiles, we reach the parking lot. She strides ahead to get the car, halting beside me and then signals for me to get in. The ride begins with her navigating the busy roads effortlessly, and my eyes betray me, refusing to look anywhere but her.
I never knew a woman could look this cool, this effortlessly sexy while spinning the steering wheel, shifting gears, and occasionally rolling her long sleeves up to her elbows.
God. She’s such a badass woman. And someday… she’ll be mine.
I force myself to look away before my stare plants doubts in her mind, my thoughts spiralling instantly.
I’ve been so consumed with my own mess of planning things like breaking up with Aditi, begging her and my family for forgiveness, and then confessing my love to Amyra.
But what about Amyra’s feelings for me?
Just because I’ve developed feelings for her through our deep friendship doesn’t mean she feels the same. What if she sees me as nothing more than a friend, or worse, her sister’s boyfriend?
Not Aditi. Not my family. What if Amyra never forgives me for hurting her sister and unknowingly playing with her feelings for eight months?
I can’t ignore the times she admitted she isn’t interested in relationships. What if she rejects me when I ask her to date me, when I ask her to marry me?
