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Though the entire company has already noticed our closeness and the gossip has been circulating for a while, we never officially went public to avoid unnecessary attention. But it seems Reyansh decided to break that boundary today and announce us, loud and proud.

Gosh, why is my boyfriend so hot?

With the officials’ speeches already done earlier, the meeting wraps up, and people begin dispersing back to work. Reyansh immediately hops over to my side, pulling me into his arms.

“Rey! Are you crazy? Why would you mention me in your speech?” I scold him, though I’m already melting into his embrace, unconcerned about spectators since only our fathers remain in the hall.

“Yes, baby,” he grins. “Crazily in love with you and ready to show it off to the world.”

“And what about the media flashing cameras everywhere?”

“Don’t worry. Our PR team will handle it.”

“But you seriously need to stop showing off your affection, young man!” I pull back instantly at Surya Uncle’s stern tone.

“Come on, Dad! It’s not a secret anymore. And honestly, I want it out there so people stop linking us with random people.”

He’s not wrong. Lately, the media has been obsessed with us as the future heirs of B&T Corp, wildly pairing us with random celebrities whenever we attend business events. It drives Reyansh crazy, especially when tabloids spin stories about me dating anyone except him. That’s why we’ve been extra cautious for the past four months, successfully keeping ourselves away from gossip.

“Let it be, Surya,” my dad intervenes calmly. “Sooner or later, they’re getting married anyway.” Surya Uncle sighs, still annoyed, shaking his head.

“But evil eyes are real. Unnecessary attention only brings trouble. Until the wedding, I expect both of you to be careful.” Reyansh rolls his eyes but nods, and I follow suit.

“Coming to your next step,” my dad adds gently, a soft smile lifting his face, “we’re allowing you a short break while wefinalise your positions in the company.” Relief washes over both of us.

Finally, a break. Some peace.

“Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Uncle,” we say together, before leaving the hall, collecting our belongings from the cubicles, and heading toward the elevator, eventually stepping out of the building.

“We had to skip your evening coffee today,” Reyansh says. “Shall we go to a café?” I love how he notices and remembers the smallest details about me. Sometimes it feels like he genuinely enjoys spoiling me with his princess treatment.

“No, Rey. Let’s just go home.”

“What? Come on. We can go somewhere else then. Don’t we need to celebrate today?”

“Exactly. That’s why I want us to go there. I have a place in mind.”

“Which place?”

“Can we get into the car first?”

“Alright. One minute.” He rushes off to bring the car from the parking lot, and I slide into the passenger seat.

“Let me buckle your seatbelt,” he says, leaning in. I stop him instantly, raising my hand.

“Dude, I have hands. And don’t you dare use this as an excuse to get closer and start a kissing session.” Honestly, he’s a clingy boyfriend who always wants me close, always craving physical touch, and never missing a chance for surprise kisses. ThoughI’m a complete sucker for all of that, sometimes I need a little distance like every other woman out there.

“God, baby! Why do you get such a bore sometimes?” He exclaims with exaggerated dramatic expression, making me roll my eyes.

“Because you’re always in the mood for romance, and that’s not acceptable all the time.”

“Oh really, baby?” He sends me a playful wink. “Then how are you going to manage my high-level romance once we’re married?”

I grit my teeth at him. “You are so shameless. Now, please start driving.” Our relationship feels alive in these little banters we’ve carried forward from our friendship days. They always end up leading to heartwarming gestures and emotional conversations, the parts I cherish the most.

“You know, Aditi called us yesterday,” he says. “She has exams coming up, so she won’t be able to talk regularly for over a month. She wants to focus completely on her preparation.”

“That’s good,” I reply. “She’s giving her all to earn that postgraduate degree in Artificial Intelligence.”