♥♪ "Serendipitous Love Trails"♪♥

chapter 5 :- the moment

I quickly started typing a message as nyal but then stopped, suddenly realizing I could easily get caught. I deleted the conversation immediately and switched off my phone, my heart pounding. After a few minutes of pacing, I saw Nyal with a baby in her arms, gently soothing the child. I walked up to her, pretending like I had found her phone and handed it over with a smile. “You dropped this earlier,” I said, trying to sound casual. She smiled back, looking relieved, and thanked me while still rocking the baby.

I pulled out some chocolates from my pocket, offering them to the child, hoping to help calm her down. To my surprise, the baby reached for me, and after a moment of hesitation, I took her from Nyal. She stopped crying and, instead, giggled softly in my arms. I assured Nyal it was fine, and she could go ahead inside while I stayed back with the baby. To be honest, I was just buying time, keeping an eye on the situation.

It had been twenty minutes since Ariah had sent that text about her ridiculous plan to fake fainting and stop the wedding. I knew what she was up to but decided to act as if I didn’t. When I walked toward the bridal section, I saw Ariah unconscious on the ground. She really went through with it. She looked so convincing that, for a moment, I almost believed it myself. Still, I had to keep up the act. I quickly headed toward the stage to check on the situation. People were starting to gather, and there was a buzz of concern.

Nyal, now in full panic mode, rushed to me, insisting we call a doctor immediately. I played along, saying I’d handle it, but she insisted she’d make the call herself, mentioning how Ariah had severe allergies to certain medications. That threw me off. Sure, I didn’t want this wedding, but the last thing I wanted was for her to actually be hurt. Even though Ariah’s plan was a desperate attempt to back out, I couldn’t help but worry that maybe she wasn’t faking it as much as I thought.

I told them my family doctor was nearby and that she could come to check on Ariah right away. Nobody objected, and the doctor arrived within ten minutes. I escorted her to the room where they’d taken Ariah. As the doctor began her examination, I noticed the growing tension in the room—especially in Ariah’s parents. Her father was pacing, clearly anxious. The doctor, however, reassured everyone that it was nothing too serious.

"Dr.smita  is Ariah okay?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"She seems fine," the doctor responded, though her face was serious. "It looks like her blood sugar is low—probably from not eating. Make sure she gets something to eat before the ceremony, or things might get worse she really has some serious issues you have to be careful with her ."

As soon as I heard that, everything clicked. She hadn’t eaten because she was too focused on her ridiculous plan to avoid the wedding. I left the room and called for someone to bring food and the prescribed medicine.

Dr Smita words ringed in my ears she really have some serious issues you need to take care of her. If she really was pretending then why the doctor u called on my own who is my family  doctor said that. Is she hiding something behind her demeanour i was wondering about the possibilities and resons.

When I came back, Ariah was awake, looking disoriented but far too calm for someone who had just "fainted." I set the food down beside her, trying to mask my concern with a casual tone.

"You need to eat something," I said, my voice more forceful than I intended. "Doctor’s orders. Your blood sugar is low."

She glanced at the food but refused, shaking her head. "I’m not hungry."

I wasn’t in the mood for her stubbornness, not after everything that had just happened. "You need to eat," I insisted, a bit more stern this time. "Or do you want me to feed you?"