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As the morning sun bathed her white cabin in warm hues, Shanaya sat at her desk, engrossed in her work. She had things to take care of that day and with Priya back to work, she was glad to have someone to rely on. After the previous night had ended, Shanaya was reluctant to leave Dhruv’s side. She wanted to continue being in his arms, his touch bringing her the comfort that she craved. But then when Dhruv told her that at the end of the day, she’ll be back in his arms, she smirked at her and laughed it off. She teased him, making him look like a lovesick person. Once more, the world was abuzz with discussions about them. The rumors surrounding their relationship intensified, particularly when Anjali confidently appeared in public with her high school sweetheart and declared their engagement. Speculations arose regarding the nature of the bond between Anjali and Dhruv, yet neither of them contributed to the gossip mill. Dhruv reassured Shanaya that if she wasn't bothered by people's
The conversation with Nazir swirled inside Shanaya’s mind long after he left with Shaheer. All through the day as she sat through meetings and walked around her office, she pictured how things would’ve been had Nazir found the courage to confess his love for her grandmother, Suhala. If fate had favoured him, Shanaya would not exist. And if Suhala had indeed rejected him, it would have likely ruined their friendship. Shanaya was more baffled than sorry for the old man. Not once had she sensed even the hint of unrequited love from Nazir despite seeing her grandmother with him for several years. He did a great job hiding his feelings, and she could only imagine how heavy it weighed on him. She realised how lucky she was to get a second chance with Dhruv. Where would she be had he not stormed back into her life? Everything was better with him. And she had missed that feeling for all these years never knowing she had been craving it. She sighed, an audible cue for when she was do
Ahail cleared his throat, adjusting the tie around his neck before he persuaded himself to press the doorbell. The moment was exhilarating. He felt as though he was going on an adventure—even though confronting someone did not count as one. But that night, he was determined to set things right. He had delayed far too long already. The door opened with a jerk and Noor’s face fell as she spotted him. The curious look faded away into a frown before she quickly replaced it with a difficult smile. He knew her enough to see right through it. Right then, as the moment stood silent, he debated with himself. He could walk away, ending the conversation before it started. Noor was already uncomfortable, he could see that. But the annoying voice inside his mind—that had been bothering him for days—urged him to stay put. He had to do this. He had to do it for Shanaya. And for himself. “Hey,” he managed to say, his voice coming out thick despite clearing his throat seconds before. When he he
Shanaya couldn’t get any words out of her mouth as she watched Dhruv easily knock against the door to her grandmother’s room before he walked inside with a smile. How could he do that so casually? What was Shanaya missing? When she turned around to see Kirti’s face, she found amusement on it—not confusion like she had expected. “Is this really happening right now, Kirti? Please pinch me!” she said hurriedly, her voice filled with panic. Kirti laughed in response, instead urging her, “Go inside. I bet he needs you by his side.” “He’s not just about to do what he said he was going to,” Shanaya mumbled more to herself than to Kirti, gently patting her chest that stirred in anticipation. “Please, tell me.” His sister inched closer, a look of understanding crossing her eyes. “Dhruv hasn’t mentioned it to you, but he has been secretly visiting Dadi ever since she got sick. Actually, she was the one who requested him to meet her.” “But why would she do that?” “She… she felt sorry an
Epilogue *A year later* “I need two more minutes, Shan,” Dhruv said through trembling lips. He let out a loud exhale. “Today’s an important day. I’ve never felt this way before any of my business meetings.” Shanaya placed her hand over his in a reassuring manner, passing him a genuine smile. “Hey, silly. This is a lot more difficult than any business meeting you’ll ever have.” Leaning forward, she reached out her hand to touch his cheek. “I’m glad I’m doing this with you. When we see her, everything will feel great. All this nervousness is going to fade into joy which will last a lifetime.” He nodded. “Of course, babe. I know that.” He wetted his lips before letting out another sigh. “Wow, I’m so ready to do this with you. Just give me one minute.” Shanaya agreed, nodding. She had never seen him so nervous. It was surprising and amusing at the same time. The air carried with it the scent of petrichor, greeting her senses as stepped out of her car. It was still warm despite the re
Missed me? Here's a gift for you. There's another one waiting. You'll love it more. I'll pick you up at 7. Don't make me wait :) -D.K. With a line of sweat covering her forehead, Shanaya read the note over and over again. After staring at it in disbelief for a while—half hoping it would catch fire from her burning gaze—she let it slip through her fingers to the white desk. Her eyes darted to the bouquet of yellow tulips that came along with the note and a shiver ran through her body as she thought of the man who had sent it. D.K. Dhruv Kapoor. The man Shanaya had once loved with all of her heart. The man she thought she’d marry. Only for him to abandon her and move to a different country. But he was back now—at least that’s what the note meant. What was she going to do? She grabbed the note again and this time read it in his voice. It was odd how she still remembered what his voice sounded like—chaotic with a hint of mischief to it. She almost tried to picture him in her mind,
‘So I was right. It’s him,’ Shanaya thought when the windows rolled down to reveal the guy who had sent her the note and those ugly yellow tulips. Dhruv Kapoor. Nonetheless, her shoulders tensed. The air shifted, prickling gently at her bare arms. He sat there, clad in all black, blending well with the dark interiors. It was dark inside, except for the little neon blue light coming off the dashboard, highlighting features of his face. There were things Shanaya knew she was capable of forgetting about him someday. The sound of his voice, the curve of his smile, the little flat mole on his wrist. But she knew she could never forget his eyes. The color of caramel enhanced by a black outline, his eyes were one of the most intense things to behold. But in the dark, his pupils had dilated almost completely, giving them a pitch-black appearance. Shanaya couldn't tell how long they stared at each other before Dhruv finally shifted in his seat, turning his torso. "Shanaya," he said, bi
Shanaya hesitated at the doorstep. She pictured how the night would end and if she would come to regret her decision of meeting him. But something kept her going, a silent force that wanted to know, satisfied with any answers she could get for his absence. Dhruv considered her with a look. “Well, what are you waiting for? Come in.”While on the outside she admired the mansion’s grand beauty, on the inside Shanaya couldn't stop thinking of how his return wasn't a quick decision. It was very well planned out if he had purchased a house for himself. The grandeur of the mansion did not surprise her. Dhruv was a billionaire now. He could buy fifty such houses without batting any eyelash. The front door opened and the lights turned on, one by one.As if reading her mind, Dhruv said, "I moved in a week ago. I told Mom about my plans a month ago and as you can guess she wasn't happy about it. Neither was Kirti.""About you returning or living separately?" Shanaya laughed and took long stri