"Writing My Way to Success"

unspoken to spoken

He read the letter and asked, "What do you want to hear, Disha?" I replied, "I want to know the truth about what we have been in the past five years of working professionally. Are we just colleagues, or is there something more we've never discussed?"

He said, "What I feel is that I just need to be with you, Disha. I've never told you in these five years how deeply and emotionally I am attached to you. I don't have a proper answer to your question, but I can say that I just want you to stay with me or by my side."

 "I know that I cannot imagine myself without you."

The moment he confessed his feelings was magical for me. After finishing his sentence, he looked at me with a lot of love and hope, waiting to hear my reply. At that moment, he resembled a small, innocent child waiting for permission to get what he wanted.

I answered, "Avinav, you should have told me this earlier. But now that you have, I feel the same way. Avinav, you are the person for whom I have been waiting to say that yes I am in love with you. As he listened to this, I can't fully describe what he was feeling, but what I felt was that the love I had written about in my books for so many years was now standing in front of me, asking for my permission to love me."

When he realized that I felt the same way about him, he gently asked, "Disha, can we hug?" I didn't say anything; I simply moved closer and embraced him tightly.

As we held each other, it felt like time stood still. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the cool night breeze, and the warmth of his embrace made everything feel perfect. In that moment, all the doubts and fears melted away. We were no longer just friends or colleagues; we were two souls finding solace in each other.

He whispered softly, "Disha, I've waited so long to hear this from you."

I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. "Avinav, I've waited just as long. I was scared, but now I know this is where I belong—by your side."

He smiled, a mixture of relief and happiness shining in his eyes. "Then let's not waste any more time. Let's face everything together."

I nodded, feeling a sense of peace and certainty wash over me. "Together," I agreed.

As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that this was the beginning of a beautiful journey, one that we would navigate hand in hand, facing whatever challenges came our way with love and unwavering support.

The next day, Krushit did not come to receive me, but instead, Avinav did. Together, we informed the media that we were going to release the book "Politics of the Rich."

After the announcement, the public began to support us, and the threatening letters and calls ceased.

My book got published and it created a unique identity for both Avinav and me in the industry. My name also became known in foreign countries. Other publishers started offering to publish my book, offering me twice the amount I was earning with Avinav. However, I refused their offers.