𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬-Tales of amity, link and unity.

8. Daylight

Anaya

There he is.

Good. He is looking good. 'just good?' my subconscious mocked me.

I ignored my so-called subconscious and walked towards him.

"Good evening My lady." The mere sound of him referring to me as 'My lady' made my heart flutter with excitement, but I quickly reminded myself to maintain my composure. To suppress my fucking hormones I furrowed my brows.

"Indeed it's a good evening, but I am not your lady," I state firmly as I cross my arms over my chest.

"You were mine since you were born." He murdered under his breath but poor me I didn't get what he said.

Shit.

As he put on a fake smile, he reached out and grabbed my hand. "Let's go," he said. I couldn't help but slightly jerk my hand away from his grasp. I knew that he was nothing more than a forced and arranged fiancé. Our engagement was nothing but a contractual agreement that would come to an end sooner or later. I didn't want him to develop any feelings for me, nor did I want to have any emotional attachment towards him.

I nodded and said, "Yes, let's go." I began to walk towards the backdoor of his car. As I reached for the door handle, my eyes caught the sight of the car's logo - a "Rolls Royce Boat tail". This car was a limited edition, and it was apparent from its sleek and sophisticated design.

Fuck

A week ago before my birthday, I told my dad to gift me this car. But he just grinned and said it was already sold out. I felt disappointed and let down.

I don't believe this. My fake fiancé has my favorite car.

So should I be happy or sad?

I sigh and open the door.

Just as I was about to lower myself onto the seat, his voice boomed through the parking lot , halting me in my tracks. It was a sudden outburst, but there was no hint of anger in his tone. "Wait," he called out, his voice echoing off the walls. I stood frozen in place, waiting for him to continue.

"Sit here." He pointed to the passenger seat.

No way am I sitting there, Despite his insistence, I refused to budge. I couldn't bring myself to trust him, not with the way he had been acting. The thought of him keeping his hand on my legs like some fictional character sent shivers down my spine.

Oh, stop being delusional Ana.

"I'm fine sitting in the back, Mr. Ranawat," I exclaimed with fervor, as I passionately explained my position to him. I elaborated on my thoughts for a solid five minutes, determined to make my point clear.

"Please For me." He pleaded.

He holds this capacity on me. He knows I can't stay like this around my loved ones.

Loved ones?

I'm going crazy.

I sigh. "Fine, I'll sit but don't think I'm doing this for you." As I settled into the plush passenger seat, he gracefully took his place in the driver's seat. While adjusting his seat and mirrors, he reached over and picked up a stunning bouquet of deep red roses, their velvety petals exuding a captivating aroma that filled my senses. The sweet fragrance of the flowers enveloped me in a soothing embrace.

He put the bouquet on my lap. I glare at him. Did he buy this for me?
"Don't assume things, your dad told me to give you."

I faint smile formed on my face because he lied.

He bought this for me.

For over a decade, my Dad refrained from admiring flowers, particularly the roses that my Mumma used to love. The sight of those delicate petals would always stir up memories of her, making him miss her even more.

Mumma.

She was pretty like these flowers.

During the entire ride, a heavy silence hung in the air. While I was lost in admiration of the beautiful flowers that were on my lap.

Upon our arrival at the location, we engaged in a brief conversation about the business at hand. We then indulged in a delectable treat of cheesecakes with white sauce pasta, which happens to be my absolute favorite. The atmosphere was tranquil, and everything seemed to be going well.

Now I'm standing beside my bed, preparing to retire for the night. As I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, I meticulously carry out my skincare routine.

I slightly blushed creasing my forehead. When I was about to collide with his chest, he swiftly caught my shoulders, his lips brushing against my forehead. The brief contact sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me momentarily breathless.

After that, he whispered, "Be careful Mi Vida." Those four simple words sent a rush of butterflies through my stomach. Despite the fleeting sensation of euphoria, a question lingered in the back of my mind, unanswered.

Why does he call me MI VIDA?

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Meera

I feel a hand around wrap around my waist softly pulling me back to the cushiony surface. The fingers of the same hand graze the hem of my shirt before they slip inside, feeling my skin against their rough surface. The cold touch against my warm skin disturbs my sleep and my eyes open up to sunlight peeking from the curtains.

Just then, I realise, the hands around my waist is my boyfriend's and he is still asleep hugging me from behind.

My boyfriend.

Mine.

I chuckled and slowly turned my body to the right I came face to face with the most beautiful man in the world.

Wait beautiful? No, he is handsome.

I giggled and creased his cheeks.

Two weeks ago, I was proposed by him. It all started after attending an exhibition where we both met and got close to each other. He didn't want to waste any more time and decided to ask me to be his girlfriend. He was afraid that other guys might try to hit on me and he didn't want to lose me.

He is cute, right?

I once believed love would be black and white but it's golden. Now I only see daylight.

And I realized that I love him.

I love him.

I smile.

I pecked his nose and the hands over my t-shirt twitched slightly before Nash's body stretched out. His eyes opened and adjusted the light peaking from the curtains as a smile formed on his face.

As he looked up at me with a big smile, I couldn't help but return the same energy. He then snuggled in closer to my neck, seeking comfort and warmth. I let out a small giggle and gently pushed him away, but he only groaned in response. "It's tickling," I complained playfully, yet we both knew that it was just another silly moment between us..

"Good morning baby." He greeted me and I greeted back with a warm smile. I leaned in and gave him a gentle peck on his nose, feeling the softness of his skin under my lips.

"Let's get freshen up and eat something I'm hungry," I said with my baby tone and he smirked.

"My baby is hungry?" he cooed me and I nodded my head. "Then why don't you eat me instead?" I widened my eyes and hit his chest playfully.

"Besharam hai aap." I said and chuckled.
(you are shameless)

"Sirf aake liye."
(only for you)

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