“Aisha, I may not be able to promise you everything, because I know there are things where I lack. Things I am trying to improve. But if there’s one thing that I can promise, one thing that I am certain about, it’s that I will always love you. In this lifetime. In every lifetime.”
My lips quiver, and I really struggle at keeping it together because that might be the most romantic thing he has ever said to me.
“If there’s a thing like a multiverse, then I know I love you in each one of them. If the sevenpheraswe took on our wedding day truly have some significance, then I know I will love you ineach and every lifetime. I will find you even if you hide away. I promise.”
Reyansh Carter
Iwish I could open my heart up and show to her how much I mean every single word that I just said to her.
This beautiful woman that I have hurt multiple times—because I am the most idiotic and undeserving person to ever exist—has a chokehold on me. I would do anything for her.
No questions asked. No hesitation.
We break apart when someone knocks on the window.
Of course. What timing.
“Damn, Aisha,” Chhavi says as we step out of the car. Honestly speaking, I forgot that we were here to pick her up. And the way she interrupted us, I would much rather she stayed somewhere else.
With our mothers here, we already get very much less time together even though we wouldn’t even be close to being back together without their help, but still. I would appreciate some privacy and no more guests.
“You didn’t even step out to greet me, so busy romancing your husband.”
Taunt number one. I am keeping a count this time.
“Sorry,” she says sheepishly, giving her a reluctant hug. “We were just talking.”
Chhavi rolls her eyes dramatically, and I take her suitcase from her begrudgingly. Can I send her back already?
“I could see,” she says before focusing on me. “Hello to you too, Reyansh.”
I pass her a tight smile.
“But I didn’t say hello.”
She purses her lips and looks at Aisha, who gives me a look, and I just shrug.
“Is he always so grumpy?” she asks her.
“Not with me, at least,” she shrugs, and I smile. “Come, Chhavi.Maais waiting for you.”
“Oh, can I sit in the front seat? I get motion sickness.”
Aisha hesitates, and before she can agree, I stop her.
“Actually, the front seat is reserved for her only. But I will hand over the paper bags to you if you get sick.”
Chhavi narrows her eyes, but when she sees that I won’t budge, she reluctantly opens the door of the car, and quite literally, like the brat she is, she slams the door in my face.
“I get you, Aisha,” I say, opening the door for her. “I get you.”
* * *
“So, are you excited?” Aisha asks the brat, who is now sitting behind us with her arms crossed.
She looks more funny than angry, to be fair.
“Of course,” she says, and for the first time I see what you would call a smile on her face. “I can’t wait for the freedom.”
