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"Wow, so he picked you up in bridal style?" Samayara exclaimed.
I showed her the video of the lehenga I was supposed to wear during the shaadi, sharing the backstory to distract her.
She had been constantly apologizing about my missing the Sangeet—the only function I truly enjoy since Fabio was set to perform and announce something special.
My cousins had prepared some amazing performances, but digital copies exist; I could always watch the videos later.
However, Myra was more important. She nearly broke down when she saw the wounds on my palm and my ruined dress. When we first received the news about her injury, I couldn't care less about the functions, dresses, or my wounds.
The only thought occupying my mind was her safety, and thankfully, she was safe. But that might not have been the case if I hadn't made it in time. Some lowlifes needed to be taught a lesson, and I was more than happy to do it for free.
What I didn't expect was for her to read between the lines like Pratyusha, actually envisioning me with that bratty boy. The thought nearly made me sick after the heavy lunch I had. Especially after Bhaiya's warning, I was doing my best to avoid any association with him, yet he kept invading my thoughts, blurring my disgust and replacing it with something I couldn't name.
"I didn't notice this during your bickering, but now I can see it. Kiaan is quite protective of you," she continued.
"For God's sake, Myra, I said he did it to impress my Dadi," I retorted.
"I really want to believe that, but as someone who has shared a school with him since Montessori, I assure you he doesn't carry girls around just to impress them," Samayara laughed, clutching her wet shoulder tightly. Ever since I mentioned bratty boy's new behavior, she kept bringing him up instead of answering my questions about what happened between her and Evyaan during their walk.
"I heard he even held you and reassured you. Are you still sure about him? I wouldn't want him associated with you," a shadow of concern crossed her face.
"Kiaan breaks hearts as if it's the easiest thing in the world. I know you might not think much of it, but I don't want you to get hurt, Isha," she sighed, her worry for me evident. But since we were cut from the same cloth, I knew that attachment had nothing to do with it.
"I know. I'd rather jump into that river and drown than think about him that way. But right now, it's not about me. Tell me what you talked about; I can't shake the image of you two walking together, all flushed, without my intrusive thoughts taking over." I barely finished my sentence when a pillow landed softly on my face.
"Keep your dirty thoughts away from me," she blushed, clutching her shoulder tighter.
"Does it hurt, Myra?" I asked, getting up to check on her just as bratty boy and Evyaan entered the tent.
