When Anjali finally sensed the gazes on her, she looked up to find four pairs of eyes staring at her. "Wait... four?" she thought, her eyes landing on Aryan standing right in front of her. He wasn't supposed to come, she remembered.
Then she noticed his clothes—the very ones she had picked for him that day—fitting perfectly on his well-built frame. She quickly glanced at Aahan and Arushi, her eyes narrowing. These two lied to me! They said he wasn't coming.
Aahan and Arushi smiled awkwardly, caught in the act.
Her gaze then drifted to the woman standing beside Aryan. Tall, though not as tall as Aryan or Aahan, the lady exuded an air of elegance and wealth.
"Umm... who is this?" Anjali asked, pointing toward the woman.
"This is Tanishka," Aryan replied.
"She's my brother's childhood friend," Aahan added with a forced smile.
Anjali, trying to be polite, extended her hand. "Hey, I'm Anjali," she said, hoping for a handshake.
But instead of taking her hand, Tanishka simply smiled and replied, "Tanishka," leaving Anjali embarrassed. Arushi clenched her jaw in frustration, while Aahan's fists tightened in anger. Aryan's disappointment was written all over his face, though he stayed silent.
Sensing the tension in the air, Anjali quickly broke the awkward silence. "Shall we go?" she suggested, motioning towards the car.
As they all started moving, Aahan suddenly chimed in, "Tanu di, you should come with me. This witch here will eat me alive," he joked, throwing a teasing glance at Arushi.
"Yeah, right—" Arushi was about to retort, but Aahan shot her a look, signaling her to play along.Tanishka smirked and replied, "Aahan, what's she going to do to you? And besides, I didn't come here to third-wheel. I've got so much to talk to Aryan!" She threw a playful glance at Aryan.
"Please, Tanu di, please!" Aahan insisted, putting on his best puppy eyes.
"But Aahan—" Tanishka began, but Aahan cut her off mid-sentence.
"Please, Tanu di, pretty please!" he whined dramatically.
"Aahan, you—" Tanishka tried to say something again, but Aryan interrupted her.
"Just go with him, we can catch up later," Aryan said, his voice unusually cold as he shoved his hands into his pockets.
The air around them froze for a moment. Both Aahan and Tanishka were visibly shocked by Aryan's response—he never said no to Tanishka, and yet here he was, brushing her off like it meant nothing.
Tanishka's lips tightened, but she nodded quietly, caught off guard by Aryan's sudden change in tone.
As the cars started moving, the atmosphere in Aryan's car was heavy with unspoken tension. Anjali sat quietly, staring out the window, while Aryan gripped the steering wheel, his jaw clenched.
YOU ARE READING
Drenched Heart's
Romance"Drenched Hearts" Anjali, a passionate poetess, and Aryan, the son of a renowned businessman, crossed paths at an art exhibition. Their first encounter was accidental-a splash of ink from Anjali's hand stained Aryan's shirt. But fate had other plans...
