Whispers In Bangkok

Unspoken Words

Aaradhya's PO

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It's been four years since that unforgettable night. I was 18, Rayn was 26, and Kwan, who had just graduated, was 24. Now, I'm 22, and my brothers are 30 and 28. Time has flown, but some memories remain as vivid as ever.

Rayn, my eldest brother, has become a bigger star, balancing his roles as an artist, actor, singer, and businessman. He's Thailand's richest man. Kwan has made his mark as a solo singer and entertainment mogul. Despite their busy lives, they've always been there for me. Rayn, especially, has been my rock. We share a special bond, closer than most siblings. Kwan, while equally supportive, often plays the role of the protective, slightly distant brother.

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**Morning at Home**

This morning, as I was getting ready for med school, my father called me down for breakfast. It was unusual; he was often busy with his own meetings and travels.

"Ara, come down! We need to talk," his voice echoed through the house.

Curiosity and a hint of anxiety filled me as I made my way to the dining room. Rayn and Kwan were already there, their faces serious yet loving.

"Ara, I need you to go to Japan for a business meeting," my father said, looking directly at me.

Japan. The mention of it sent a shiver down my spine. Memories of Riki flooded back. My first love, the one I never had the courage to speak to, let alone confess my feelings. I had secretly followed him on social media, listened in on my brothers' conversations about him, but never once did I mention him.

"But, Dad... why me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I have an important meeting in New York. I can't be in two places at once. This is a significant opportunity for our family business," he explained.

Rayn, ever perceptive, noticed my hesitation. "Ara, if you're uncomfortable, we can find another way."

I took a deep breath, trying to mask the turmoil inside. "No, I can do it. It's just...( Japan brings back memories.)

Kwan, his concern evident, leaned forward. "Ara, you don't have to do this. We can manage."

"No," I said more firmly. "I'll go. It's important for our family. And I thought ( besides, it's been years. I doubt I'll even run into him)

Rayn nodded, though he still looked worried. "If you're sure. But you're not going alone. I'm coming with you."

"Rayn, you don't have to-" I started, but he cut me off.

"I insist. You know you can't sleep alone in a new place. And I won't let you do this by yourself."

Kwan sighed. "I wish I could come too, but someone has to handle things here."

Despite their reluctance, they agreed. Rayn and I boarded a plane to Japan, my heart a mix of excitement and anxiety.

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**Arrival in Japan**

Japan was as bustling and vibrant as I remembered. Our first day was packed with meetings and interviews. My family's wealth and status often attracted attention, but I valued my privacy.

As I walked toward the interview room, a familiar figure caught my eye. My heart skipped a beat. It was Riki. He looked just as I remembered, if not more handsome. My breath hitched, but I forced myself to walk past him, pretending not to recognize him.

Inside, the interviewers were amazed by my background, whispering about my family. I kept my composure, focusing on the task at hand. But my mind kept drifting back to Riki. Did he recognize me? Did he remember those fleeting glances we shared years ago?