Kaira’s POV
I sat on the last seat of the plane, waiting impatiently for Aaru. My fingers tapped against the armrest, my mind restless. After five minutes, she finally slipped into the seat beside me.
“Where were you? I was waiting for you,” I asked, a little annoyed.
“I was in the washroom. But why were you waiting?” she replied casually.
I leaned closer, my voice dropping. “Remember I told you about Reyansh?”
Her eyes widened instantly. “Your childhood crush? How can I forget him—you say his name at least a hundred times a day.”
“He… he asked me for a dinner date,” I confessed, my heart racing.
“What?!” Aaru squealed, her voice filled with excitement. “Really? How? Tell me everything!”
I smiled, replaying the memories. “On the mehndi day, when we went to the market and you weren’t with me, I ran into him. And then, at the wedding day during the varmala, he was there too…”
Piece by piece, I narrated the entire story, every glance, every word.
“So… now what? Will you go, or refuse him?” she asked eagerly.
“Of course I’ll go,” I admitted, cheeks warm. “But… I can’t just say yes right away. Not the very first time.”
She laughed, nudging me. We drifted into other conversations until, half an hour later, the plane landed in Delhi. From there, we went our separate ways, back to our homes, back to reality.
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Author’s POV
🌞 Saturday Morning 🌞
Kaira stood in front of the mirror, nerves buzzing through her as she prepared for her interview. Today was important—not just because of her career, but because she also had to send Reyansh her answer.
After one last deep breath, she left for her interview.
Meanwhile, Reyansh sat in his office, surrounded by files and meetings, but his attention was elsewhere. His phone screen lit up every few seconds as he checked for a message that never came. The day dragged on endlessly, a mix of boardrooms and restless waiting.
By evening, after a shower, he was pulling a fresh shirt over his shoulders when his phone buzzed. Absentmindedly, he picked it up… and froze.
The message read: “Yes, I will come for the dinner.”
His heart skipped, then thundered in his chest. He read it twice, thrice, as though afraid the words would vanish. A smile spread across his face—rare, unguarded, and utterly happy. For the first time in a long while, the ruthless Reyansh Malhotra felt like something new, something beautiful, was beginning.
He went downstairs, his mother calling out, “Reyansh, dinner is ready!”
“Yes, Maa,” he replied, taking his seat at the long table where the entire family was gathered.
Midway through dinner, he cleared his throat. “Don’t plan anything for tomorrow evening. I have a dinner.”
Rudra looked up, confused. “Why, Bhaiya? You never work on Sundays.”
“It’s not a business dinner,” Reyansh said simply.
“Ohhhhhh,” everyone chorused, their voices thick with teasing.
“Is it with a girl, Bhaiya?” Vansh leaned forward eagerly.
“Is she your girlfriend?” Rudra chimed in.
“Are you going to marry her?” Naina asked, eyes twinkling.
“When will we meet her?” his mother added warmly.
“What’s her name?” his aunt pressed further.
Reyansh finally put down his spoon with a sigh. “Stop! Yes, it’s with a girl. No, she isn’t my girlfriend yet. As for marriage…” a small smile played on his lips, “I’d love to, once the time comes. Her name is Kaira Oberoi.”
The room erupted.
“Oh my God, Bhaiya, you’re in love!” all his siblings declared together.
Rudra leaned in. “Where did you even meet her?”
Reyansh only shook his head. “Enough questions. Eat your dinner.”
But Naina was already on her phone, scrolling. “Found her Instagram!” she whispered. Within seconds, she was grinning. “Bhaiya, wear something yellow tomorrow. It’s her favorite color.”
Everyone turned to look at her.
“What?!” Naina shrugged innocently. “She wrote it on one of her posts.”
The entire table burst into laughter as the rest of the family joined in, stalking Kaira’s profile.
Reyansh pinched the bridge of his nose. “Everyone, stop stalking her on social media and just finish your food. Naina—send me her profile.”
“But, Bhaiya, you don’t even have Instagram. How will you see it?” Naina teased.
“Just send it,” he replied curtly, though a faint smile betrayed his amusement.
Dinner ended with laughter, mischief, and whispered guesses. But for Reyansh, one truth was clear—tomorrow night couldn’t come soon enough.
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