THE IInd DECISION

22. Single Bed ?

Ashi Pov:-

When we reached the hotel, my breath hitched, and I froze in place. My eyes widened at the sight before me. The room was lavishly decorated-rose petals scattered across the floor, candles flickering softly, and a bottle of champagne chilling on the side table. I glanced at Ayan, who was already looking at me with the same awkwardness written all over his face.

"Of course, Riya booked the suite," I muttered under my breath. "What else could we expect from her?"

Ayan let out a small, amused sigh. "Yeah, she definitely went all out this time."

The real issue was the bed-there was only one, and it was a large, plush king-sized bed right in the center of the room. I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the sudden fluttering in my stomach.

"I'm going to change for my interview," I mumbled, quickly grabbing my bag and heading to the bathroom.

When I emerged in my formal attire, I found Ayan standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the city skyline. The sunlight streaming in cast a warm glow around him, accentuating his sharp features. His back was to me, but even from behind, he looked incredibly striking. My heart skipped a beat as I stood there, unable to tear my eyes away.

He suddenly turned, catching me staring. "Ready?" he asked, his voice snapping me out of my trance.

I blinked, quickly composing myself. "Y-Yes, let's go."

As we entered the car, a wave of nervousness washed over me. My mind raced with doubts. What if they reject me? What if I'm not good enough? I began fidgeting, checking my documents repeatedly, making sure I hadn't forgotten anything.

Ayan noticed and chuckled softly. "Feeling nervous, hmm?"

I nodded, unable to form any words. My throat felt tight with anxiety.

He leaned closer, his voice gentle. "It's going to be fine, Ashi. You're going to nail it. Trust me."

His calm confidence was contagious, and I found myself nodding again, taking a deep breath. "Thank you," I whispered.

We arrived at the office building, and I turned to him, forcing a smile. "You can go to your meetings. I know you have investors to meet for your watch company."

Ayan shook his head, his expression firm. "I'll wait for you. And Ashi, look at me."

I met his gaze, and his eyes were sincere, filled with a quiet strength. "You're going to do great. Trust me when I say this: I admire you for your professionalism and determination." He gently patted my shoulder.

Tears welled up in my eyes at his words. This was what I had needed to hear all my life. Growing up, I never got this kind of support from my father. My mother always assumed I could handle everything on my own. But here was Ayan, telling me he believed in me, that he was there for me. It was overwhelming.

"Ayan," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Can I... can I hug you?"

A reassuring smile spread across his face, and he opened his arms wide. Without hesitation, I stepped into his embrace, wrapping my arms around him tightly. He hugged me back, holding me close.

He whispered softly in my ear, "Look at you, getting all emotional. You've got a red nose now."

I let out a small, shaky laugh, my heart feeling a little lighter. "Thank you," I murmured against his chest.

After a moment, I pulled back, gave him a final smile, and turned to head inside. His words and warmth stayed with me, giving me the strength I needed as I walked into the building to face my interview.

I stepped out of the office and realized it was already dark outside. I hadn't expected the interview to last this long. The city lights twinkled around me as I made my way to the lobby. There, leaning casually against a column, was Ayan. He looked up as I approached, a curious expression on his face.


"How did it go?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with concern.


I sighed, a mixture of relief and pride washing over me. "It went well. They seemed quite impressed," I replied with a smile. "They also asked about you."


Ayan's brows furrowed slightly. "About me?" he echoed.


I nodded. "Yes, they seemed... amused when they realized I was your wife. Their whole demeanor changed. Do you know them?"


He scratched the back of his head with a smile, looking a bit unsure and mischievous. "Maybe... Let's just go grab something to eat," he suggested with a smile, clearly trying to change the subject.


I was confused by his reaction, but I let it go, happy that the interview went well. We headed to a cozy restaurant nearby and decided to try a special Swiss dish, fondue. As we sat down, the conversation flowed easily between us.