LOGINSamantha PovToday, I am supposed to conduct Liam’s interview, and I must admit that this is one of the most challenging interviews I have conducted to date.Liam is observing my every move very closely. Like he’s trying to arrange the pieces of a puzzle together, and that thought alone sends a flicker of unease through me. What if he recognizes me? No . This can’t happen. Not now. I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, forcing myself to breathe evenly.You can do it. You have handled countless interviews before. This is just another one. Just another name. Just another face. Nothing more.Reminding myself that I am no longer Sanjana, I take a deep breath, straighten slightly, and focus on the road ahead.But my mind drifts back to that charity night.For a moment, it had felt like he could see right through me. His questions weren’t casual, they were searching. Digging. As if he was trying to dig something that is buried deep within me.If Uncle Henry hadn’t arrived in tim
Liam Pov The interview was set for today. It was supposed to e at the studio. I drove to the studio. Of all days I didn’t know why I felt like driving myself. Kabir accompanied. The studio was quieter than I expected. Soft lights with minimal crew was set up. All the movement were controlled and calculated. Everything was set but yet, something felt off. Or maybe it was just me who felt that way. It was not my first time giving an interview. I have given numerous interviews but I didn’t know why today something didn’t sit well. I stepped inside, my gaze instinctively searching. And found her. Miss Blake stood near the setup, going through her notes. She looked composed and professional. She didn’t even acknowledge my presence. As if we have never met. As if that night had never happened. As if I had just imagined it. “Mr. Turner.” One of the crew members approached. “We will be ready in two minutes.” I nodded, but my attention didn’t move away from her . For a brief secon
Liam Pov Miss Blake sat beside me. Her eyes looked slightly swollen, subtle, but not enough to escape notice. Faint traces of tears lingered, as if she had wiped them away in a hurry.Something is not right but why is it bothering me more than it should have? I am engaged to Rose and should concentrate on her.I turned my head to the right. Rose was busy with her meal, perfectly composed, as if nothing around her required attention.“Mr Turner, please pass the steak.” I turned to the source of the voice. Miss Blake's soft, polished yet familiar voice drew my attention.I looked at her. Miss Blake gestured for the plate. I nodded and reached for the plate. As I handed it to her, our fingers brushed accidentally for a fraction of a second.Yet my body reacted before my mind could. I felt a faint jolt. A shiver ran down my spine. I stilled.Why are all these feelings known? As if I had gone through them long before. “I’m sorry,” I said automatically. But she had already with
Samantha Pov Seeing Rose just reminded me of the reality that the person who stood before me has long forgotten me. I turned and walked away. My steps faltered but I managed to walk away. Away from Liam, away from the past that I had buried long ago, which is now threatening to resurface after seeing Liam. Tears brimmed but I blinked them. Not here, not now. I wobbled slightly but took the support of the nearby chair. I scanned the room for a place where I could sit and relax a bit. My eyes landed on a corner that was calm and quiet, a little away from the hustle and bustle of the room. My legs automatically moved towards that corner. I sank into the chair. With trembling hands, I kept my bag on the table. It took a moment to calm myself. I sat there in silence. And then the tears I had held back began to flow freely. I covered my face with my hands. My body shook despite my attempts to stay composed. How could God be so merciless.? Five years. It took five years to rebui
Liam Pov The journalists took the cue and began dispersing. Guests slowly moved towards the banquet hall, their conversations were a low murmur that filled the room. “Why don’t you join Mom and the others for dinner?” I said, gently removing Rose’s hand from my arm. “I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone.” “I’ll wait for you.” She replied, her fingers tightening slightly as she placed her hand back on my arm. “We can have dinner together once you’re done.” “Just do as I say,” I cut in, my tone sharper than intended. The politeness that I was holding was long gone. I pulled my arm free and walked away without waiting for her response. I could feel her displeasure without turning back. But I didn’t stop. I walked aimlessly through the hall, my steps slowing as the crowd thinned. Why was I still here? Why hadn’t I left? I didn’t have an answer. My gaze moved across the room, restless, searching for something that I can’t even name . And then my gaze stopp
Catherine PovSamantha was right the dance step could be performed by anyone. That can’t be the basis for accusing anyone. I was scanning the room when my eyes landed on my son Liam who was looking restless and was explaining something to Kabir who was sitting next to him . All of a sudden, his gaze shifted and halted. I followed his gaze and was shocked to find him looking intently towards Miss Blake who was holding his gaze. But why is he so interested in her. What is it that has attracted her. I need to find. Things are not so simple as they look on the surface.I scanned the room once again and found a corner which was slightly less crowded . Picking my belongings I went there and dialled a number. At first, it was not answered. I tried again, this time the call was connected . A sharp baritone voice boomed from other side.“ Hello, good evening, madam.” His voice was steady and controlled.“ Daniel where were you? I was calling you.” I asked, irritation slipping through desp
Liam POVOh my God. She is their friend?How could she be in India? She was in New York the last time I checked.The tall, elegant woman standing there—her brunette hair tied neatly in a bun, draped in an emerald gown with delicate thread work at the hem—commanded the room without trying. Her bl
Liam POV“What do you mean?” I grabbed his collar, my fingers curling tightly into the fabric.“There is a word called privacy. Have you heard of it? Do you even know its meaning?” My voice cracked despite my attempt to sound firm. “And here I was thinking you were my best friend—someone I coul
Liam POVSensing someone’s presence at the doorway, I asked Sanjana to keep talking while I tiptoed toward the door. The moment I opened it, I was surprised to see Kabir standing there. My gaze lingered on him, searching for any hint that he had been eavesdropping.“I came to remind you that we liv
Liam Pov I followed Uncle into a dimly lit room with faded walls and a dusty window. It was small and plain, but clean. A few neatly folded clothes lay on a metal chair and a taped charger beside them. The bed sagged a little in the middle, but was covered with a thin, carefully spread sheet. Fro







