Would she still accept me after I abandoned the childhood promise of marrying her someday?
Disgust churns inside me when I think about how blind I’ve been, mistaking attraction for love with Aditi, dragging the relationship for seven months before realizing the truth of loving Amyra. And then wasting another month by getting busy with the new product line project.
But no matter how Amyra reacts, there’s no turning back for me. If all she wants is time, I’ll wait forever, if needed.
Before anything else, I can’t delay breaking up with Aditi anymore. I need to meet her.
Tomorrow.
I unlock my phone and quickly type a message.
Reyansh:
Aditi, let’s meet tomorrow. I need to talk to you about something important.
The ticks turn double and blue instantly, and I brace myself for her reply.
Aditi:
Actually, I wanted to message you about the same thing. Let’s meet.
My chest tightens. Did she sense my shift already?
Whatever it is, tomorrow it ends—for good. I’ll apologize, be honest, and then face my family.
Reyansh:
Sure. I’ll send you the location shortly.
Aditi:
Alright. See you tomorrow.
“Is it Aditi? She must’ve been worried about your injury.” I turn my head at the sound of Amyra’s voice.
That’s ironic. I haven’t received a single message from Aditi, not yesterday, not today. And surprisingly, I don’t even feel bad about it. Because the person I love is already worried about me.
“Yes.”
“Okay. We’re here. Thakur Estate.” She presses the brake pedal and looks at me.
I might become a bike racer someday, but she definitely has the skill to be a car racer. Impressive.
“Thanks for the ride, Ames.”
“Take care, Rey. Let’s check if the dressing needs to be changed tomorrow.” She murmurs, concern laced in her voice. I nod with a faint smile.
I unlock the door to step out when I notice her getting out too, standing in front of me, staring like she has something on her mind.
“What is it, Ames?”
“I may not be very verbal about how grateful I am to you for saving me yesterday, Rey. But trust me, it means a lot to me, more than you can imagine.”
My body stills as she leans forward, wraps her arms around my torso, and rests her head against my chest. Her grip on my shirt tightens with every passing second.
“But I still think you shouldn’t have risked your life for me.” Her voice grows heavy, and I can almost feel her tears. I shut my eyes, absorbing her warmth, my hands instinctively sliding to her waist, pulling her closer.
And just imagining the pain on her face for me makes my own eyes sting.
