“I felt the same,” she admits softly.
I pull back to look at her. “What?”
“That promise,” she says. “I didn’t understand it fully back then, but it carved itself into me. Somewhere along the way, I believed it was fate. Without realising it, I committed myself to you, watching you differently, loving you quietly through our teenage years. My feelings grew, deepened, bloomed. Loving you in silence felt like living inside a beautiful dream, waiting for the day you’d love me back.”
God, how fortunate I am to have someone who has loved me selflessly for so long. There is no trace of discomfort or misery on her face. Instead, a soft, pleasant warmth lingers there, as if revisiting the past brings her peace rather than pain.
“I was an idiot for taking you for granted, Ames. I realised the value of your presence only when you stepped away.”
“I did that just to protect my heart,” she says gently. “But everything feels worth it now, Rey. I love you so much.”
As the words leave her lips, she cups my face and showers me with kisses. I stiffen at the sudden, pleasant assault, instinctively closing my eyes as her lips brush my forehead, my eyelids, cheeks, nose, chin, lingering even at my ears.
Just when she begins to pull away, I tighten my grip around her waist and draw her closer. A soft gasp escapes her, her body responding instantly to my touch. I remember how breathless she went when I kissed her face and how easily she unraveledbeneath my touch. I loved knowing only I could affect her that way, and loved the urge to explore it further.
“How about I show you what a real kiss feels like?” Her lips are the first thing that made me lose my control.
I try to stay composed, reminding myself that this is just a moment, that I should slow down. But the way her lips part slightly, the way her breath falters when our eyes lock, turns restraint into a cruel joke. Temptation lingers soft, dangerous, and before I can stop myself, I lean in and claim what I have been craving. The kiss goes deep and raw. Not hesitant. Not careful.
I pull her closer, my hands firm on her waist as I lift her effortlessly. Her surprised gasp melts into my mouth, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively, as if she fears I might vanish if she lets go. The closeness burns me, her warmth, her racing heartbeat, the way she fits against me as she belongs nowhere else.
I take control of the kiss, slow at first, then more demanding. My lips move against hers with the intention of tasting, exploring, and uncovering every suppressed want I buried deep inside. Desire surges inside me, my grip tightening as she responds without hesitation, matching my intensity, her fingers threading into my hair as if she needs the anchor just as much as I do. I trail my kisses along her jaw, down to her neck, where her breath stutters instantly. I linger there, slow and deliberate, making my presence undeniable. When I reach her collarbone, I pause just long enough to feel her shiver before continuing, memorizing her with every touch.
My hand slides up her back, fingers brushing beneath the fabric of her top, teasing and unhurried. Heat pulses between us, heavywith unspoken promises. I’m about to slip my hand further, to cross the fragile line between control and surrender and she pushes me back.
Not harsh. Not fearful. Just firm enough to stop me. Her hands rest against my chest, her breathing uneven, her eyes dark with the same desire burning in me.
“Rey…” she whispers, her voice trembling but steady. “Let’s save the rest for marriage. For now, let’s just explore our new relationship.” Frustration flares, sharp and instantaneous, but it fades just as quickly. Because beneath her restraint isn’t rejection. It’s a choice. It’s trust. I rest my forehead against hers, my hands still at her waist, grounding myself.
“Alright,” I murmur, my voice low and controlled, though every nerve protests. “But don’t think for a second you didn’t make this incredibly hard for me.” Her soft smile tells me she knows exactly what she’s done. And somehow, the restraint only makes the desire burn deeper.
For her, I suddenly feel capable of doing anything.
“So, my dear Ames,” I ask in a quirky voice, “are you ready to be my girlfriend?” she chuckles softly.
“I’ve been waiting to live my dream of having you as my boyfriend, Rey. This feels exciting.” Laughing, she steps back into my arms, and I press a kiss to her forehead, feeling utterly blessed.
With Amyra by my side, life finally feels complete.
Chapter 39
Amyra
“I am truly grateful to all the staff of B&T Corp, especially our fathers and the heads of the company, my dad and Surya Uncle, and my mentor, Ms. Shanaya ma’am, who guided me through the toughest learning phases and yet made the journey feel easy and comforting with their presence. Though we are leaving temporarily due to the completion of our internship, I hope we cross paths again very soon. Thank you once again for supporting us.”
I finish my brief speech, facing the audience, mostly the core staff of the company, and step back, nudging Reyansh to move forward and take my place.
Today marks the final day of our internship. Twelve months have come to an end, and I feel genuinely proud of both Reyansh and myself for how far we’ve come, collecting not just professional knowledge but meaningful life lessons along the way.
I’m looking forward to a short break with my boyfriend, and just as eager to see what life has in store for us next. My attention shifts fully to Reyansh’s speech because, honestly, he has a natural flair for engaging an audience. Many here have clearlyfallen for his charm and that effortless smile he carries while speaking.
My boyfriend is simply irresistible, and I’m glad he’s mine.
“Good evening to all the officials and core staff gathered here,” he begins. “These twelve months of internship have not only equipped me with the skills to join this company on a larger scale in the future, but also taught me invaluable life lessons and experiences. From the bottom of my heart, I thank the heads of the company and my mentor, Mr. Raghav Sinha, for their unwavering support and genuine patience. And I must also mention how this workplace and this phase of my life played a major role in aligning me with my lover and my girlfriend, Ms. Amyra Bajaj. For that, I will always be grateful.”
He ends with a cheeky grin, and the hall erupts into loud applause the moment he takes my name. Heat rushes to my face as I lower my head, covering it with my hand in embarrassment, while laughter ripples through the room, clearly at my expense.
God, Reyansh is absolutely unhinged when it comes to flaunting me as his girlfriend.
