𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷.

Chapter - 8

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Vihaan ~

Seeing Shivanya at Mom's boutique was a welcomed surprise. I wanted nothing more than to tell her how I felt, to lay bare my heart and soul before her and confess my love. But I knew the truth – she was in love with Taran, and no matter how much I wished it were otherwise, I could not change that today.

Taran was a good man. But he would never be enough for Shivanya, not when she deserved the world and more. And Taran would never measure up. She was a force to be reckoned with, a woman of strength and resilience, and she deserved someone who would cherish her, someone who would worship the ground she walked on. She deserves the universe which I aim to give it to her.

"When are you going to tell her that you like her Vihaan?" Mom asked as I walked back into her boutique after helping Shivanya with the bags.

My mother's question caught me off guard, she has known about my feelings for Shivanya after Yash refused to keep his mouth shut. "When the time is right, mom." I admitted quietly, my gaze lingering on the spot where Shivanya had stood just moments ago.

She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, her expression filled with understanding. "She has a beautiful heart, Vihaan and I see the way you look at her."

"A heart, I am afraid which neither belongs to her, nor me at this moment." I paused, feeling the weight of my words settle upon me.

"Do you intend on making it yours, then?" She asked, looking at me.

Mom's words hung in the air, a challenge disguised as a question. A spark ignited deep within me, fueled by the familiar burn of defiance. "Make it mine?" I scoffed, the air leaving my lungs in a humorless laugh. "Mom, you know me better than that. Shivanya isn't some trophy I chase after. But," I continued, my voice hardening, "if fate has decided upon it's cruel ways of denying me a chance with the woman I am in love then I refuse to be a pawn in its game. I will just have to take that fate in my own hands to rewrite it."

"Vihaan, just be careful with what you do. You cannot summon love; you have to build it, brick-by-brick, and be very gentle with it because if the foundation is not strong, that building will collapse like a pack of cards," Mom said, her tone laced with wisdom and concern.

"But I am going to make your job easier." She added and then, giving a gentle reassuring squeeze to my hand, went back to her supply room.

Anyone who knew his mother knew she thrived on a little matchmaking, I should have seen this coming.

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Shivanya ~

As I was driving back home, the realisation finally started to hit me.

Radhika and Taran were getting married in 3 days and once again, my brain started to chant those same words which I had been suppressing the whole month - my sister was getting married to the man I have been in love with for almost eight years now.

"No no no please no. Now is not the time Shivanya, please!" I brought the car to a stop just a few minutes away from home.

"Shivanya your sister is getting engaged in two hours and look at you." Mocking myself, I ignited the engine, driving home.