𝐈𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐪

𝟐𝟑 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩:-

As the event drew to a close, Ruhanika and I found ourselves alone on the terrace of my house as we came back from the event half an hour ago, the city lights shimmering in the distance. It was a serene moment, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the evening.

"So Miss.Singhania the CEO of the Crown, the personal matter was you right?" I asked as now I understand. She said you'll know later.

She looked at me with amusement but nodded positively with a slight smile looking at the moon.

"I never knew you were the force behind Crown Hotels." I said, my voice tinged with awe. She looked at me, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

"There are many things you don't know about me." she replied softly.

Her words hung in the air, laden with unspoken possibilities. In that moment, I realized that the love I had harbored for her was not just a fleeting infatuation but a deep and abiding affection.

She was a woman of substance, a leader, and a visionary. The revelation had only deepened my love for her, transforming it into something profound and enduring.

As we stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the city lights, I felt a sense of clarity. I knew that my feelings for Ruhanika were no longer a secret to be hidden but a truth to be embraced.

The journey ahead might be uncertain, but in that moment, I was resolved to follow my heart, to cherish and nurture the love I felt for her.

The night had unveiled a truth that had been hidden in plain sight, and with it, a new chapter in my life had begun.

A chapter filled with hope, love, and the promise of a future intertwined with the woman who had silently held my heart.

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩:-

The soft hum of the AC was the only sound that permeated the stillness of the office room. The desk, once cluttered with papers, reports, and half-drunk cups of coffee, now seemed meticulously organized-too organized, even, as if any semblance of disarray might break the silence that had settled in his heart.

It had been exactly twenty-five days since Ruhanika had left their home. Twenty-five days since the house, once filled with the sound of her laughter, had returned to its familiar stillness.

Devaansh sat in his office, the walls lined with books and files, but his thoughts were elsewhere. They were back in those fleeting moments when Ruhanika's presence had become an unexpected comfort in his life.

The sunlight poured through the blinds, casting slanting beams of light onto his desk. Devaansh absentmindedly traced patterns on a piece of paper, the pen in his hand moving without purpose.

His mind was far from the reports and emails awaiting his attention. Instead, it was wandering through memories that had unexpectedly resurfaced, memories of Ruhanika.

He still remembered how her laughter would echo through the hallways, how her energy seemed to breathe life into the house. It was a stark contrast to his usual routine, a routine that had grown monotonous and predictable.

At first, Devaansh had been indifferent. He was busy with work, as always, his mind occupied with meetings, deadlines, and the constant pressure of living up to expectations.

But there was something about Ruhanika that gradually began to pull him out of his shell. She had a way of making everyone around her feel at ease, and before he knew it, Devaansh found himself looking forward to the evenings when they would all gather in the living room, talking, laughing, and simply enjoying each other's company.