Eternal Love ❤️

~13~

Author's pov:

Amayra stepped into her home. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, still processing the conversation she had just had with Viraj. She paused at the threshold of the living room, where Amar and Prisha were seated, engaged in a quiet discussion. They looked up as she entered, their expressions expectant.

Amar, always the protective older brother, spoke first. "How did it go, Amu?" His voice carried a mix of curiosity and concern, his gaze steady on her face, searching for any sign of distress.

Amayra took a deep breath, her heart still fluttering with the decision she had just made. "I told him yes," she said, her voice soft yet resolute.

Prisha's eyes widened in surprise and then softened with affection. She reached out, pulling Amayra into a gentle embrace. "Oh, Amu, that's wonderful! How do you feel about it?"

Amayra allowed herself to relax in her bhabhi's comforting hold, a small smile playing on her lips. "I feel... good. Nervous, but good. Viraj is kind and genuine. I think we could be happy together."

Amar's expression shifted from concern to a thoughtful nod. "If you're happy, then that's what matters. Viraj seems like a decent guy."

"But--", Amayra trailed off, her voice hesitant.

"What happened?" Prisha asked, her face etched with concern as she guided Amayra to sit next to Amar, who settled beside her.

"I wasn't able to tell him what I wanted to say," Amayra said with a sigh. "Maybe I'm not ready to share it yet. He seemed to notice my hesitation and told me not to worry about my past, saying it doesn't matter."

"It's good that he's an understanding person," Amar replied, nodding thoughtfully. "If he's asked you not to worry about it, then you should let it go for now. When you're ready, you can tell him everything. I'm sure he'll stand by your side and trust you."

Amayra offered a small smile, feeling comforted by Prisha's words. "I will, Bhabhi."

"I need to start preparing for your wedding," Prisha said, glancing at Amar. "Though I don't know if Mom (Gayathri) will want to be involved."

Amayra's mood darkened at the mention of her parents. She knew all too well that her parents had no intention of participating in the wedding preparations. They were eager for her to leave the house as quickly as possible.

"Bhabhi, I don't want her to be involved in any way," Amayra said, her voice tinged with frustration. 

Just then, as if summoned by fate, Mr. Sharma and Mrs. Sharma entered the house, their weary faces betraying their exhaustion from yet another business party. The moment they saw Amayra, Prisha, and Amar seated and chatting, Mrs. Verma's curiosity got the better of her. "What are you all doing here?" she asked, her tone laced with a mix of irritation looking at Amayra's face.

Amayra remained silent, not wanting to engage in conversation with them. The emotional strain was visible on her face, but she chose to stay quiet, hoping the moment would pass without further conflict.

Amar seized the opportunity to break the tense silence. "She accepted the alliance," he announced with a resolute tone, hoping to shift the focus away from the strained atmosphere.

"Good for her," Mr. Sharma responded curtly, barely masking his disdain. "If she hadn't agreed, she would have been out of this house."

Amayra blinked rapidly, fighting back tears. The sting of her father's words was palpable. She felt Prisha's comforting hand on her arm, a gesture of warmth and solidarity that her own mother could never provide.