10. A meeting with his bride

10. A meeting with his bride

"Hi... Liam."

was the text he received that night.

Liam was in the elevator, going down to the parking. It was 1.30 am, he stared at his wrist watch and sighed. He didn't usually work so late, but ah, when he wanted to not let irrational thoughts cloud his brain, he did.

Which was... everyday.

Last six years have been laborious. But the fruit of it was sweet and Liam savored every bit of it. His pictures in magazines and name on television satisfied him. His sleepless nights were not going in vain. That's all that mattered.

Liam gawked at the message throughout his journey down to the car parking. He wanted to perceive who it could be before sending a response.

He couldn't recognize the number, so he defeatedly texted back, since he had no energy to guess any longer, "Who is this?"

An instant reply came.

"Hii, it's Arya."

His eyebrows joined his forehead as he raised them in amazement.

'Arya, that's... that's the nickname I gave her.' Lia