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"Are you okay?", asked Esha, sliding the cup of americano towards me.
I nodded but didn't tear away my gaze from the view of the city, through the window of her room.
I heard her sigh.
"Why are you so upset?", she asked again, standing beside me.
It has been almost 10 days since Arnav and I came back from India to Paris. Ever since that night he made me go through so much, I did not see him at all. He didn't even come to meet me after what he did. All he did was send his right hand man, Rehan, to tell me that we were coming back to Paris. I was not surprised that he did not show me his face because how would he when he had his girlfriend with him. He just needs me to torment me and nothing else.
I was at peace for not catching a glimpse of him. I don't know why but the bitterness I felt by the thought of him staying with his girlfriend left me at unease. Maybe as a wife I didn't want to see my husband like that, regardless of the nature of this marriage.
"Your birthday is in two days", she spoke handing me my cup of americano.
I sighed looking down at the cup in my hands, "I ain't celebrating it anyways."
Keeping her left hand on my right shoulder, she spoke, "How much will you torture yourself? It's hard to move on but that time is already gone. Please don't stay stuck there", her voice soft and concerned.
I smiled mildly at the night view as I spoke, "It's not that I'm willingly holding onto those memories. It's just—hard", a lump in my throat formed as tears accumulated in my eyes.
Turning away my head, I blinked away the tears as she sighed.
"I—", her words were cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing in the living room.
"Wait I'll check", she spoke glancing at me before walking towards the main door.
I stood there silently, waiting to see who it was. As she opened the door, a tall man entered, broad shoulders and a tough physique covered in a white tailored suit and shirt with a waistcoat. His straight chin length blonde hair was tied up into a man bun. Every feature was perfectly sculpted making me doubt the existence of such men.
As I stood there silently, Esha spoke, "Anika, this is Damien Evans, my boss." She introduced him as he smiled at me with a slight nod, his hazel eyes twinkled as he glanced at her.
Locking the door, she led him to the white semicircle sofa placed beside me. Asking him to sit down, she went inside the kitchen as I sat down infront of him, on a single sofa.
"Hi I'm Anika, her bestfriend", I spoke with a smile. I kept my surname to myself because I didn't bear that old one that I had borrowed from my parents and at the same time, didn't want his surname attached to my name.
