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【9】 Jealousy ~

“Babe.” Ruvit’s voice, a sudden, booming declaration, sliced through the quiet air of the park, pulling me sharply from my emotional abyss.

What was with this sudden, dramatic appearance?

And a single word, just one syllable, from this boy could make me, Aridhi Agarwal, the formidable businesswoman, blush?

The heat in my cheeks was undeniable.

His bracelet.

My eyes darted to his wrist. It was blazing, a pulsating beacon of light.

Then, drawn by an invisible thread, my gaze flickered to my own wrist.

My bracelet, too, was shimmering, reflecting his glow.

“You were missing me?” Ruvit asked, a smug, knowing grin playing on his lips as he held up his glowing bracelet, a silent challenge.

Uhm…was I? I didn’t know.

The question hung in the air, but seeing him here filled me with an almost overwhelming surge of satisfaction.

It was a warmth that spread through my chest, chasing away the lingering cold of my grief.

I felt as if my eyes, unknowingly desperate, had yearned only for his sight.

And now that he stood before me, they were surely blessed.

“So you came here because I was missing you?” I countered, a playful challenge in my tone, as I walked towards him, the steps almost eager.

He nodded, a ridiculous, boyish bob of his head. “I can come even if you weren’t missing me.”

His eyes twinkled mischievously. “But you miss me all the time.”

This narcissistic man!

The audacious claim stole my breath.

Who said I missed him all day?

I was far too consumed by my work and my ambitions.

Yet, why the hell did I blush, a stupid, uncontrollable flush, whenever he appeared before my eyes, or even dared to invade my thoughts?

It was maddening.

I glanced at my watch, a flimsy excuse for an escape. “Shouldn’t you have been in your office at this time, Mr. Busy Person?”