Nandini Verma was 18 when she penned her first story, a tale of passion, betrayal, and revenge. It was a masterpiece, poised for publication. But on the night she was to share her brilliance with the world, tragedy struck. Her abusive father, a figu...
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After Yash dropped me off at the office and told me to wait for him, I found myself getting bored pretty quickly. The silence in the room felt almost too loud, and my mind kept wandering. I glanced around his office, taking in the sleek design, the elegant decor, and finally, his chair. It looked so inviting, so comfortable. Without much thought, I casually walked over and sat down, sinking into the soft leather. It felt surprisingly nice-no wonder he always seemed so composed. I couldn't resist the urge to give the chair a little twirl, spinning slightly as I indulged in this small, silly pleasure.
Just as I was getting a bit lost in the moment, my phone rang, snapping me back to reality. I looked at the screen and smiled-it was Nitu, my best friend. The second I picked up, though, I had to hold the phone away from my ear as her excited scream nearly deafened me.
"Nanduuu!" she squealed, her voice bubbling with excitement. "Have you seen the news? You're all over the internet with your Mr. Singhania !"
"What?" I quickly checked my phone, putting her on speaker so I could scroll through the notifications flooding my screen. Sure enough, there were tons of photos and videos of Yash and me, from our outing near my house to those little street shopping clips. I was stunned, seeing so many edits of us from people I didn't even know existed. And to my surprise, there weren't any negative comments-just lots of support and some very flattering remarks. We actually looked good together in those pictures.
As I skimmed through the articles and updates, I couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. I never really paid attention to this sort of thing; it was always Nitu who kept me updated on the latest gossip. And today was no different-she was teasing me nonstop about Yash, especially after I told her about the confession.
"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?" she scolded, her tone dramatic. "I thought I was your best friend! You should've called me the second it happened!"
"I honestly thought it was just... I don't know, maybe attraction," I admitted, trying to sound nonchalant, but my voice wavered slightly. I could practically hear Nitu's mind racing on the other end of the line.
"So let me get this straight," she said, her voice turning serious but still laced with excitement. "My sweet, shy, innocent ,and little wild writer best friend is falling for a dark, dominant, rich CEO?"
"Stop it, Nitu!" I scolded, feeling my cheeks heat up at her description. She laughed, clearly enjoying every second of this.
"Oh my God, Nandu, you're like living in one of those romance novels you write! I'm already getting ideas-I should totally write a book about you two."
I groaned, knowing she was half-joking but also fully capable of doing exactly that. "Nitu, what should I do?" I asked, my voice softer now, more serious.
She paused for a moment, and I could almost see her thoughtful expression through the phone. "Do you like him, Nandini?" she asked, her tone gentle.
I thought about it for a second-about Yash, our interactions, the way he looked at me, the way I felt around him. There was always this connection, this unspoken understanding between us, something I couldn't quite put into words. "Yes," I finally admitted. "I like him. he's never made me uncomfortable, not even once. He's always made sure I was okay."
Nitu's voice was soft but firm when she spoke again. "So you like him as a person? Do you think he's a good guy? Does he like you-genuinely?"
I didn't hesitate this time. "Yes, he does. I can tell. I believe it... and that's saying something, coming from an overthinker like me."
We both laughed, the tension easing with the sound. "Then you should tell him how you feel, Nandini," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "You deserve to be happy, and if Yash is the one who makes you happy, then go for it. I'm so excited for you, Nandu-your first-ever relationship!"
I couldn't help but laugh, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement bubbling up inside me. "Hey, I haven't even confessed that I like him yet! And don't you think it's too fast! " I protested, though there was a smile in my voice.
Nitu giggled, clearly enjoying this more than she should. "Oh, trust me, you two already look like the perfect couple. And you sound like one of those ideal book couples too. What are you waiting for . Love doesn't require perfect time but perfect understanding . Don't tell me you're going to wait for decades to tell him . You have one life nandini . Take the risk and start living your life . "
Her words made me chuckle and in awe too , and I could almost see the wheels turning in her head, planning out some elaborate stories. "Okay, okay, I'll confess," I finally said, a mix of determination and nervousness settling in.
"Good!" she chirped. "And remember, I'm here for you, no matter what happens. But seriously, Nandini, you've got this. Just be yourself-mr. Singhania clearly likes you for who you are."
We talked a bit more, with Nitu teasing me endlessly about Yash and me, imagining all sorts of scenarios that made me blush just hearing them. But through it all, her support and encouragement kept me grounded, reminding me that whatever happened next, I wasn't alone. And as we finally said our goodbyes, I felt a strange mix of anticipation and calm wash over me.
I knew what I had to do.
I know this chapter is short, and I focused more on his POV than hers. The truth is, he's the main character, and capturing his feelings, thoughts, and circumstances can be challenging. Plus, I have to admit, I loved diving into his perspective-I've always been more curious about the male POV than the female protagonist's. 😅🫣😉
