GUYS INAYAT IS MY FIRST BOOK AND YOU WILL ENCOUNTER SO MANY MISTAKES IN THE BOOK PLEASE IGNORE THEM.. THIS BOOK NEEDS HUGE EDITING... PLEASE FORGIVE THIS AUTHOR FOR THE MISTAKES YOU WILL ENCOUNTER AND SOME ILLOGICAL THINGS ALSO.
Inayat, a 25-year-o...
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INAYAT POV: -
When I wake up the next morning, the room is still dark, but there's a warm weight pressed against my side. I blink sleepily, trying to focus on the figure curled up beside me. It's Veer, snuggled up next to me like a teddy bear. I blink the sleep outta my eyes and there's this goofy grin on his face. "Mornin', cupcake," he mumbles, all warm and fuzzy. "Sleep alright?"
I nod, 'cause yeah, it's been a while since I've snoozed that good. "Like a log, thanks to you," I whisper back.
We both know it's time to roll outta bed, but it's one of those 'just five more minutes' kinda moments. Eventually, Veer shuffles off to his room, and I'm left to greet the day.
I get up and step out of the balcony, the sun is still rising as the morning breeze hits my face.
"Good morning," Mahir's Bhai voice greets me. "Good morning, morning jog?" I ask looking down from the balcony. "Yeah, Did you sleep well?" he asks. "Yeah," I responded, adding, "You're up early." Before I can respond, Anjali Bua interrupts us, "Mahir, the decorators are here." Mahir nods and shares a small smile with me before leaving.
As soon as Mahir Bhai is out of sight, Anjali Bua turns her attention to me. "Why aren't you ready yet? Huh? The whole house is working and look at you who hasn't even showered. My Sana is more punctual than you," she criticizes. What a way to start the morning! Ignoring her harsh words, I retreat into my room.
My thoughts are interrupted by a call from Neha. "Hello," I answered. "Good morning, my beautiful best friend," she greets cheerfully. I chuckle, "Morning, sleeping beauty." She protests playfully, "Hey, I'm not sleeping beauty. See, I'm calling you this early in the morning." I laugh and ask her why she called.
"I called to tell you that I won't be able to come to your engagement tomorrow," she reveals. Surprised and disappointed, I ask her why. "Well, there's this really important workshop I can't miss. I'm sorry, Inayat, I know you must be really upset, but I can't miss this." I bite my tongue, trying to contain my anger.
"I understand, Neha. You have to do what's best for your career," I force myself to say, trying to sound understanding. But the truth is. I want her to be here, celebrating with me.
"Thanks, Inayat. I appreciate that. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Maybe we can plan a trip together after everything settles down," she offers, trying to soften the blow. But her words only serve to anger me more. "A trip? A trip won't make up for not being here for the most important day of my life," I snap, losing my temper.
Neha is silent on the other end of the line, and I can hear her swallow hard. "Inayat, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just want you to know that I care about you and your happiness," she says quietly. But my anger is too great, and I can't find it in myself to forgive her right now.
