Amaira entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her with a heavy sigh. She walked over to the bed, her movements slow and weary. She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor, feeling the exhaustion from the evening's arguments. She removed her shoes and lay down, pulling the covers over herself, trying to find some comfort.
Arnav stood outside the bedroom door, his jaw clenched in anger. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself before pushing open the door. His face was set in a scowl as he stepped into the room.
"Amaira, we need to talk," Arnav said, his voice harsh.
Amaira turned her head to look at him, her eyes red and tired.
"Arnav, it's late. I don't think now is the right time," she replied quietly.
"No, it's the perfect time," Arnav shot back. "Every time we have a fight, you run away to your room. It's like you're avoiding the real issue."
Amaira sat up, her face a mix of exhaustion and sadness.
"I'm not avoiding anything. I'm just tired of arguing. You think I don't care, but I do. I care a lot," she said.
"Caring isn't enough!" Arnav raised his voice. "You keep questioning my feelings, and it's driving me crazy. I don't know how to make you believe me when I say I'm trying."
Amaira's eyes filled with tears as she struggled to keep her composure.
"You don't understand how hard it is for me, Arnav. I just want to feel secure in our relationship," she said, her voice breaking.
Arnav paced the room, clearly frustrated, his anger giving way to vulnerability.
"I'm trying, Amaira. But when you act like this, it makes me doubt whether this is what we both really want," he admitted.
Amaira got out of bed and walked over to him, placing a hand on his arm.
"I love you, Arnav. I really do. But I need to know that you feel the same way and that this isn't just about the alliance or something else," she said.
Arnav looked down at her hand on his arm, his anger slowly melting into regret. He reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"I love you, Amaira. It's just... I'm scared too. Scared that we're falling apart," he confessed.
Amaira clung to him, tears soaking into his shirt.
"Then let's work through this together. I don't want to lose us," she whispered.
They stood there in silence, holding each other tightly, both struggling with their emotions. The room was filled with the weight of their unresolved issues, but for now, they found some comfort in each other's presence.
~~~~~
Trisha sat at her desk in her room, her phone resting in her hand. She had been thinking about Aryan ever since their meeting earlier in the day. With a deep breath, she decided to take the first step and send him a message. She opened the messaging app and typed:
"Hey Aryan! It's Trisha from earlier today. Hope you're not too exhausted from the jewelry deal. 😊"
She hesitated for a moment, then hit send. Almost immediately, her phone buzzed with a reply:
"Hey Trisha! Not too bad, just a bit worn out from all the signing. 😅 How about you? Did you manage to avoid any more rude guys?"
Trisha chuckled at the message and quickly typed back:
"Not really. The rude guys seem to find me no matter what. 😜 But I did manage to avoid any more arguments today. What about you? Did you survive the day without any disasters?"
