Unveiled promises

.02.

×You will be mine×

|RUHI|

"Miss Ruhi, Mr. Aarav Deshmukh proposed you at his very own hotel, what was your answer?" I was suddenly caught by media as soon as I stepped out of my car.

Ignoring the chaos, I continued forward, adjusting my goggles and flicking my hair back, determined to silence them.

"First of all it's a personal matter and my answer was very obvious that it is not easy to find out. You guys are media people for a reason, keep doing your research," I said as my bodyguards helped me reach towards the entrance of court.

I'm exhausted from all of this, especially with my parents being swayed by him. My dad's already treating him like he's family, which just gives me another reason to despise him.

After a taxing day spent on my current case, I decided to meet up with Yuvraj.

"Where are you? This is the tenth time I've called," I said when he finally answered.
"I'm in the car across the road from where you're standing, baby," he replied. I was about to cross when suddenly, a car pulled up in front of me.

The window rolled down, revealing Aarav seated inside with his usual smirk. "How are you, Ruh?" he greeted.

"About to meet my boyfriend, so I'm perfectly fine," I retorted, staring straight into his eyes.

"I like it. Get in the car," he said, opening the door slightly, gesturing for me to join him.

"I'm not getting in. How could you even expect that from me? Don't waste my time," I shot back, and he smirked again.

"You might change your mind when I step out to escort you inside, I hope you won't like to create a scene outside your work place." his smirk was adding fuel to already burning anger inside me.

"Don't toy with me, just tell me how you plan to leave," I demanded. "Get in the car, I'll explain," he replied.

I phoned Yuv, "I'll meet you in ten minutes," I said, asking him to wait. Climbing into Aarav's car, I avoided his gaze.

"Your demeanor doesn't repel me; it's what draws me closer," he murmured huskily.

"Cut to the chase, Aarav," I urged.

"Your voice saying my name feels delightful," he said, reclining and lighting a cigarette.

"Get to the point," I insisted. My mind raced with anxious thoughts, but I kept my composure.

"What have you decided?" he inquired. "About what?" I replied.

"About marrying me," he clarified.

"Aarav, I don't want unnecessary conflict. I can't marry you because I love someone else," I stated firmly.

He chuckled sarcastically. "You don't understand love, my dear."

"Don't talk about him," I warned sharply.

"I pity you. Yuvraj Sharma, your assistant, a poor choice, Ruh. You deserve better," he continued.

"Shut up! Don't you dare speak ill of him," I retorted.

"I feel sorry for you; he doesn't deserve your love, Ruh, and I'm serious," he insisted.

"We love each other; we're committed," I defended.

"Maybe you are, but he isn't," Aarav countered.

"How do you know?" I challenged.

"He valued your love at twenty lakhs, Ruh," Aarav claimed, lighting another cigarette. "You're lying," I said in disbelief.