Only For Her

JIVIKA POV: Chapter 35

JIVIKA POV

The next morning, I arrived at school feeling unsettled. I followed my usual routine, greeted my colleagues, and completed the morning attendance. But my mind was elsewhere, distracted by what lay ahead. I had made up my mind to meet Yash today, but the gravity of it all still weighed on me. After an hour of work, I discreetly took my phone out and sent Yash the location of my kindergarten school.

I hesitated for a second, took a deep breath, and then dialed his number.

The phone rang just once before Yash picked up, his familiar voice calm and composed. "Hello, Jivika."

"Yash," I began, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm near my school. You can call me as soon as you reach."

"Okay, Jivika," he responded simply, as if it was just another casual meeting. But before he could disconnect, I quickly added, "Wait, Yash—"

There was a slight pause on the other end. "Yeah, Jivika?" His tone was curious, as if sensing the hesitation in my voice.

"Don't get down from the car," I said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "I'll come directly to where your car is parked."

There was silence on the other end for a moment. The quiet stretched out, and I wondered if I had overstepped by making the request. My heart pounded a little faster, and I almost thought he might refuse.

Finally, his voice came through again, low and understanding. "Okay," he said. And then, without another word, he disconnected the call.

I stood there for a moment, holding my phone, feeling a mix of nervousness and relief. I had asked him to wait in the car because I didn't want anyone from school to see me meeting him. The last thing I needed was curious eyes and unwanted gossip.

But it was more than just that—I wasn't ready to face him directly in public. It felt too intimate, too real. This conversation, this meeting, carried weight, and I wanted to approach it cautiously.

I glanced at my reflection in the classroom window. The morning light spilled through the glass, casting a soft glow around me, but inside, my thoughts were chaotic. Today felt different. Today, I would have to decide about my future—a decision I wasn't sure I was ready for.

After an hour had passed, my phone rang, and Yash's name flashed on the screen. I answered quickly.

"I'm near the café by your school," he said, his voice calm as always.

"Okay," I replied softly and disconnected the call.

I stood there for a moment, mentally preparing myself. After taking a deep breath, I requested permission to leave the school. Once I stepped outside, the cool morning air hit my face, helping ease the tension in my body. I scanned the street, and it didn't take long to spot Yash's car. It was unmistakable—sleek, classy, and exuding understated luxury. Typical of Yash.

Walking silently up to the car, I tapped on the window, and Yash rolled it down. He looked up at me from the driver's seat, his expression neutral but attentive. I offered a small smile, trying to calm my racing heart.

Without a word, I walked around the car and slid into the passenger seat. The familiar scent of his cologne hit me, clean and subtle, as I adjusted myself in the seat.