Forever Yours, Ada.

- Chapter 15 -

Third POV:

[In a different city]

Aidan hoped for some time with Aysel to continue conversing about anything and whatever topic she wanted to talk about.

"Why does she have so many bugs around her?" he muttered, looking at the phone.

Soon, an idea hit him. Aidan called a high-end jeweller and ordered a customised necklace for her. She might have refused a dress, but she surely wouldn't refuse a small piece of jewellery, right?

[a week later]

"Why is it taking so long? I ordered the necklace more than a week ago!" Aidan screamed at the poor worker who was his act-in assistant. The poor guy wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him; at least that way, his soul could escape this ordeal.

"I am sorry—" In the past few minutes, Savan had apologised more times than he had breathed.

"I don't want to hear your sorrys. I pay you to get my work done, not for your petty apologies," Aidan seethed. He was breathing hard with all the shouting but wasn't even close to done.

Right then, his office's door banged open, startling Aidan and Savan, "Sai! I GOT IT!" Aric's voice was laced with joy as he carefully held a wooden box above his head. He looked like Rafiki carrying Simba.

"DID YOU GET IT!?" Aidan jumped at his place and ran towards Aric to get the box from him while Savan felt like he was about to faint. He looked at Aric with hearts in his eyes for the second time today.

Savan was a gaunt guy. He looked like someone had sucked up all his fat (and soul and will to live) before he could reach puberty, and it left him malnourished, but the medical reports that pilled up his secret cupboard said another story. Growing up, his friends, family, and neighbours teased him a lot.

"You should eat more,"

"You look like a small gush of wind would blow you away,"

and "You look like a hanger for your clothes,"

Phrases like these had left him underconfident in his skin. Therapy hadn't helped much either. He had worked very hard to get into this company and even managed to make a friend who didn't just see him as a bony guy but also as a hard worker and a good person.

Upon receiving his first task as Aidan's assistant, he was terrified. If not for his friend's encouraging words, he wouldn't have had the courage to go to the store.

"Our boss is the scariest of all, and I am his assistant. So, this is a piece of cotton candy," He repeated the strengthening words of his friend as he entered the high-end store and asked for the manager, but that's when things started going downhill.

The store manager had outright denied him a delivery before next month. "It's impossible to create such an intricate necklace set within a month, let alone a week." They had laughed at his face as he begged them to speed up because his life was on the line.

He was planning a crying session in the company bathroom as he entered the office dejectedly. He closed his eyes when he bumped into a hard wall and was praying to God for a peaceful death, happy that he wouldn't have to face his boss. Just then, a hand snaked around his waist and saved him.

"Are you okay?" Aric asked him, but instead of answering, his eyes brimmed with tears, and soon he was crying at the company's entrance. Aric panicked as people gave him side eyes and stares full of disapproval.

"Hey, why are you crying? Are you hurt?" He looked at the willowy guy and cursed at their size difference. He knew he had hurt the little guy. So, like the most sane person, he whispered, "Wait, I will carry you to the medical room."