"You can't heal a heart that is dead." Advira says with a blank face.
"Love can heal everything, a dead heart too." Dylan lets out with determination.
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Advira Bianchi, the name itself is enough to make people worry if they will be able to...
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ADVIRA'S POV
"Amelia Rodriguez". Dylan replies making me nod my head. But then suddenly I remember that I have heard this name before and just like that Evelyn's friend's face flash in front of my eyes.
"In which school does she study?" I ask to get the answer of my query.
"St. Joseph High School." He replies making me sigh.
"I think I have met your sister." I let out.
"But how? I mean I never brought her here." He remarks making me roll my eyes. I can understand his confusion so I describe him about how his sister is Evelyn's friend and how I have met her.
"You should go to sleep and then tomorrow we can think about something to solve your problem." I tell him sternly when I notice that he was going to oppose me.
When he walks towards his room, I make my way to my study room. I sit down on the recliner and start working on my laptop. I have already lost a big project so I can't let same thing happen again. However, it's not like I am letting the person go so easily who has stolen crucial information of my company. I have heard from Mum how Papa has built the company from scratch so now it's my responsibility as the CEO to take care of it fully.
Just then my phone starts ringing so I look at the caller ID and instantly a smile break into my face. Because it's none other than Vivaan, Subho Mama and Jasmine Mami's son who is calling me.
"Kemon achhish, Bhai?" I ask in Bengali.
(How are you, brother?)
"Ami to bhalo achhi. Tumi bolo, tumi Kobe ashchho Kolkata?" He asks making me smile.
(I am fine. You tell me, when are you coming to Kolkata?)
"Seta to bolte parchhi na karon amar kadhe kajer chap onek beshi. Sob chhar, eta bol okhane sobai kemon achhe?" I ask getting up from the recliner before walking near the bookshelf to retrieve a book.
(That I can't tell you as there are a lot workload on my shoulder. By the way, how is everyone there?)
"Everyone is doing great. But as usual, Maira's pranks are getting out of hand now. So Mom is thinking of sending her with Anu Pishi to LA." He replies.
"Really? That will be awesome. It's been nearly one year since I have met her." I remark happily.
"Sometimes I think that you love her more than you love me." He complaints which makes me laugh.
"I love both of you equally. Why do you keep comparing yourself with her? She is younger than you so it bound that she gets a little bit of extra love from everyone." I let out.
"Fine, I will stop complaining for now." He replies and I can imagine him sulk like the baby he is.
With his bearded look, he comes out as a very tough guy but only a few knows the reason behind his cold facade. The constant bullying throughout his school days has made him harsh towards others but not to us. For us, he is still the gentle boy who used to throw tantrums over his favourite food.
