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The first thing I notice when I woke up was the silence. No alarm. No practice notification. No stupid group chat blowing up with plays and stats. Just my room, pale morning light coming through the gaps in my blinds, and the kind of quiet that only happens when the world decides to leave me alone for once. I checked my phone and it was 7:47 AM. Then a text lights up the screen. Mason: get ready. I'm stealing u for the day Mason: wear something u can actually move in

I said slowly "You like me?" I froze hearing his voice and my eyes widen. I looked at the caller ID, it's Mason. I quickly hung up with my shaky hands. I looked at my phone in horror. My breah got hitch and suddenly a message pop up. Mason : Goodnight sunshine. I'll pick you up at 4 a.m tomorrow and wow what a confession. See you tomorrow I'm doomed.

The phone was on speaker mode. " Hello !!! .... Hello ?? Shubh ?? " We could literally hear the surprise in Vidhi's voice. Shubh wanted to talk to her but he had his own set of weird rules. Vidhi used to say that he was from another planet or some part century. " Say something.. she has picked up the phone. " We said in hushed voices. " No... Look at the time.. it is not right. Disconnect it and give it to me " Shubh said.

The Deja Vu hit me when I flew down them before. Shamefully, I could even remember the room. As I got to the door, I sighed, breathing in and out while clutching the hand of my bag. The door jacked open as I was about to knock and I looked at him with the most emotionless look I could pull off but he smiled back as he walked in. I followed him in and with the way he was smiling, it seemed that he liked the way I was bothered. "Make yourself at home. Bring out your books, let's start."

“Just promise me you’ll take a breath before saying ‘yes’ to forever.” “I already did.” When the call ended, the silence returned, thick and familiar. Rae grabbed her bag and keys before it swallowed her whole. Dane The city didn’t sleep and neither did he. His office was all glass and steel, but the only thing reflecting back at him was her face from last night. The way she froze. The way her eyes had begged him to look away before the world noticed. He didn’t. He took a long sip of coffee gone cold and opened his laptop again. The merger files with Harper Holdings were messy, too messy for a man like Ethan Graves. Numbers that didn’t line up. Offshore accounts disguised as “consulting fees

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

I landed in the coastal city, my heart light. First, I got a new SIM card and contacted my partner. Then, I blocked every single person on social media who had ties with Lauren. They sent me videos of Lauren crying at the airport. I did not watch a single one. They were blocked, their numbers were deleted, and my phone was clean. Good, no more disgusting stuff to go through. I got busy working on a new company and moving the main projects here. I was so occupied, women were the last thing on my mind. God, I had no idea life could be so fun when I did not have to think about them.

Reality struck him so hard that tears rolled down his cheeks. “Laurel, I’m so sorry. I was so wrong. I shouldn’t have hurt you. I shouldn’t have given our money away or yelled at you… You’re the only person who truly ever cared. “Can we get back together? I promise to treat you right. You can handle all the money. I’m done with charity. It’ll just be your dad and us. We can start over. Please… “I’m done with doing good deeds! All my wages will only go to you!”

I couldn’t help smiling. I picked up Lang Leav’s The Universe of Us. As I flipped through the pages, the faint scent of paper and vanilla drifted out — that strangely nostalgic smell of ink and time. I finally understood why book lovers found comfort in it. Then my fingers stopped on a page — page fifteen. “‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and me?’” I read aloud before realizing how it sounded. Sydney froze mid-reach, her back still bent toward the lower shelf. After a moment, she stood upright, turning toward me with a knowing grin.

Inside was a single, printed flight ticket to Chicago, dated for the following morning, and a signed letter of resignation from Thorne Industries. "I sold my shares in my father’s firm," he explained, his voice trembling with a raw vulnerability. "I’m opening a small, independent practice here, in Willow Creek. In the old bakery building two blocks from the library. I want to build things that last, Clara. Near the only person who ever made me want to be more than just a man with a blueprint." The crowd outside cheered as the Mayor stepped up to the ribbon with a pair of golden scissors, but for Clara, the world had gone completely silent. She looked at the ticket to her city, then at the ma