The note felt almost cryptic, with nothing but the name *Aditya Malhotra* penned in bold letters. No sweet words, no hints of affection-just the stark reality of those two words. It was unsettling in its simplicity.
I couldn't help but think of Aditi's brother, Aditya.
She had mentioned him in past, but I never really knew him. Yet, the possibility lingered-could it be someone else entirely? The thought left me restless.
I slipped into my night suit, trying to shake off the day, but my mind kept circling back to the encounter earlier.
There was something about that man-his quiet confidence, the way he avoided my question when I asked for his name.
Now, it made sense. He was Aditya Malhotra.
Later, I curled up on my bed, scrolling through Instagram as a distraction. My notifications were buzzing with praise for my latest collection, but my thoughts kept drifting. I couldn't resist; I typed his name into the search bar.
His profile popped up, confirming my suspicions. He followed only one person-me. No personal photos, just a few shots of sunset.
But then, something caught my eye. Among his sparse list of followers was Aditi.
A slow realization dawned on me: the man behind the bouquet, the one who left me with that note, was indeed Aditi's brother.
The pieces were finally starting to fit together, yet somehow, the mystery only deepened.
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The day after the auction, I couldn't shake her from my mind. Knowing she was my sister's best friend only deepened my curiosity.
Did she have a boyfriend? I needed to know more. In my 29 years on this earth, I had never been so captivated by anyone.
I've had my share of relationships, but none ever truly sparked anything deep. They were always casual, fleeting-until now.
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