𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃
He says he can wait.
That he'll heal me, love me, treat me like I'm something whole. But what happens when he steps into the wreckage of a heart so broken, so bruised, that there's...
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"tujhse hi din shuru shaame dhalein, ab to nazar se bhi na tu hate"
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"Evaana!" I growled as she ran off to Mr. Suryawanshi's car, leaving behind her millions of suitcases for me to deal with.
"It's fine. I'll have the driver load them," Vedika Di said, barely glancing up from her iPad, her focus unwavering as always. With that, we headed to the airport once again.
The wedding had been nothing short of spectacular—an extravagant affair with a South and East-Western culinary spread that could make even the most seasoned food connoisseur weep.
And, naturally, a generous dose of drama, because what's an Indian wedding without a little chaos?
"Di, are you sure you're okay?" I asked, watching her closely. She had barely recovered from a minor accident before the wedding, and now that the celebrations were over, fever had inevitably caught up with her.
"I'm fine, Evyaan. Don't fuss," she murmured, offering a weak smile as she leaned back into her seat on the jet.
Her assistant, Mr. Suryawanshi, had also boarded with us, cutting short the post-wedding rituals for work—an unsurprising move from the man who practically lived in her shadow.
"Take this," Evaana said, handing over some medication while checking Di's temperature with the back of her hand.
"I don't need it, Evaana. Thanks," Di replied, not even bothering to open her eyes.
"At least have some lemon water. It helps with fever," she insisted.
"I don't need it," Di dismissed again, and I sighed, settling beside her in case she needed anything later.
Mr. Suryawanshi, who had been watching this exchange with an expression of pure exasperation, finally snapped. Rising from his seat, he took the meds from Evaana's hand and all but shoved them in Di's face.
"Yes, we know, the great Vedika Jadeja, as the latest article so graciously proclaimed, doesn't need anything," he mocked. "But—"
"I do need you," Di cut in, and my head snapped toward her in disbelief.
