𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑

𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂 (edited)

 

Hira's pov

It was Saturday, and the three of us were having dinner. I was lost in my thoughts again, thinking about him. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t stop. The things he said to me that day kept replaying in my mind. He isn’t that bad… he’s good, handsome, and hot. And the way he told me everything that day—he looked so cute. His eyes, his voice, everything about him was just… I can’t even put it into words.

My chain of thoughts broke when Armaan called out.

"HIRA!"
Armaan yelled, snapping me back to reality.

"Huh… haan?"

"Where are you lost, and why the hell are you smiling?" he asked, frowning.

Oh, crap.

"I… why would I smile?" I tried to cover up.

"You were smiling," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I wasn’t."

"Yes, you were."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO!"

"OKAY, JUST SHUT UP NOW!" Aayan banged his hands on the table, making both of us jump.

"Sorry," I muttered in a low voice.

"Hira," Aayan said, his tone more serious now.

"Yes?" I asked, instantly alert.

"We’re leaving for Italy tomorrow, so pack your bags."

"Yeah, okay," I agreed without hesitation. He’d already told me we could leave at any time.

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The packing was done, and honestly, it was such a headache. By the time I finished, I was exhausted and crashed on my bed.

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Next Morning

My alarm woke me up. I dragged myself to the bathroom, took a shower, and got ready for the airport. Aayan and I left together, as Armaan had some work and was meeting us directly at the airport.

I was standing beside Aayan, who was busy talking to Kabir, his assistant. I was scrolling through my phone when I saw Zara and Armaan walking toward us… holding hands?

"Zara… what… what are you doing here?" I asked, completely surprised.

I was happy to see her after so long, but why was she with Armaan?

"Umm… Hira, actually…" she hesitated, avoiding my gaze.

"She’s my fiancée, and she’s coming with us," Armaan announced casually.

"Wait, what? You guys are engaged?" I blurted out, utterly shocked. I mean, they always seemed perfect for each other, but how did I not know about this?

"Hira, I was looking for the right time to tell you," Armaan said, trying to calm me down.

"The flight is ready," Kabir interrupted.

I walked away without looking at anyone. They all knew about this except me? Why would they hide it from me? Don’t they trust me?

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We reached Italy in a few hours and checked into the penthouse. I went straight to my room, still annoyed, and fell asleep.

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