Arylie (Imlie & Aryan)

Chapter Three

Aryan's Pov

Imile got into the car, and I noticed how distressed she seemed. She didn't speak throughout the entire ride, and I was scared. She was always bubbly and tries to disturb me throughout the entire ride, but today, she was unusually quiet.

I suddenly stopped the car and waited for a few minutes until she turned to look at me. 'Why aren't you driving anymore? Did the car break down?'

'Do you want to talk about it?' I turned to face her fully now. I couldn't explain it, but I always felt a sharp pain in my heart whenever I saw her sad.

'Nothing aryan, let's just go home.' She answered.

'I know something is wrong, and I want to hear it from you.' I knew what happened as I overheard her conversation with Aditya, and I'm proud of my Imlie. I mean imile, she was starting to take a stand for herself and not keep quiet, listening to people spew trash about her.

'Aryan, it was malini who sent the divorce papers,' she finally broke down, and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to console someone who was crying, so I just looked at her until she was done.

'You want a hug?' I asked, and her eyes widened with shock. I already made a mistake. She was my employee, but I have already made too many mistakes, and the first mistake was letting her into my life and getting involved in her personal life.

This was the last mistake I'm going to make before detaching myself from her. I couldn't have feelings for her.

'I figured you'd want one. I see how you've been trying to be so strong for the past few days. It's okay to cry imile. You are not weak, and you've been strong for too long.'

'And what about you Aryan?' She asked, turning to look at me suddenly, and I could feel my chest constrict. Somehow, she could see through my soul.

'I know something is bothering you Aryan but I know you won't tell me. All the advice you've given me since we met must have come from pain and experience. I know you don't consider me as your friend, but I hate to see you suffer silently.'

'We are not talking about me, and I want you to stay away from the Tripathi family. Stay away from them,' I lay emphasis on the statement.

'I can't. They are my family, and I'm their daughter. A daughter doesn't abandon her family. ' She uttered.

Imile was so pure-hearted that I wondered if she was truly a human and not an angel dropped from heaven because honestly, everyone has their breaking point, and it appeared to me Imile doesn't have one. She is going to do anything for the one she loves.

She is the biggest source of inspiration to me, and she doesn't even know it. I know I can't stop her, she is imlie from pagdandiya and she does whatever she wants but I have vowed to protect her the best way I can and I would keep my promise till my last breath.

'Suit yourself, Imlie,' I enunciated as I rolled into the driveway. 'Submit your report by 9 am tomorrow at my desk.'

Imile's Pov

I looked at Aryan with disbelief. One moment, he was caring, and the other minute, he was something else.

I'm heartbroken, and this man is telling me to submit my report at 9 am. I chuckled. He was just what I needed, and I thanked Lady Sita every day for giving me another loving family.

He now has that glower on his face again. No wonder he doesn't have any girlfriends or friends.

'ABP! Have you ever let someone inside that wall you built around yourself other than your family?'

'Why do you ask?' He grunted, glaring at me.

'I want to know how he put up with you for so long without trying to murder you.' I blurted out, and I quickly regretted it. I was waiting for him to snap at me, but his response shocked me.

'Funny for you to think it's a he,' he replied flatly, then stormed inside. I trotted after him when I bumped into Arpita.

'Imile, what did you say to Aryan?' Why is the buffalo fuming?' She giggled.

'Great of you to assume I said something to him.' I answered, smiling while we both walked towards the living room.

'Because you guys are always at each other's throats, I made your favourite food for lunch. Change quickly and come eat.'

'Thank you, Arpita. Are the twins sleeping?' I asked, looking around. The house was unusually quiet today, and I needed some distractions.

'No, Sundar has taken them out to spend quality time together.' She explained.

4 months later

Aryan and I were back to our normal selves. Boss and employee relationship even at home. He hardly ever has time and is always working. I met with Aparna, and sometimes the entity family either at their home or in the park, they'd come over to the Rathore house to visit me.

I'm going to be done with college in the next three months and it hasn't been easy. Working as an intern in Bhaskar Times and schooling was hectic but it was the perfect distraction I needed not that it helped much, I still saw Aditya at work and he never misses an opportunity to throw a hurtful comment at me.

It was Arpita's birthday tomorrow, I had taken it upon myself to oversee the decorations and made sure everything was perfect. I was bored, and the twins were with their paternal grandma, Sundar took Arpita to the movies while I was stuck at home with ABP.

I picked up my phone and got on Instagram. Aryan got me a new phone lately. I haven't seen him on any social media platform, I mean, in this time and age, who doesn't use a social media account, even Narmada has one.

I chuckled and decided to send him a text message, I wanted to mess with him.

Imile: Hello ABP😏

I waited for five minutes, and I felt he wasn't going to respond. I gave up waiting and decided to go to bed when my phone lit up.

He had replied to my text, and I jumped up, chortling like a little girl who got candy for completing her homework.

ABP: Why are you texting me? We are literally in the same house.

I giggled, I could picture his face saying that, and I quickly typed up a response.

Imile: Why are you awake?

ABP: I'm working, and why are you chatting with your boss at this hour?

Imile: You are my boss at work, and we are at home. Besides, you are my friend.

ABP: I'm not your friend.

Imile: I know, but I'm bored. Let's play truth and dare.

ABP: Imile, go to bed.

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