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"What are you doing here?" he asks me, his eyes raking over my drenched body and widening. Instantly, he opens the door further, allowing me to slip inside and grab a towel from somewhere, handing it to me.
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AN: stan SEVENTEEN guys! drop your favourite seventeen song here >>>> mine’s April Shower and Darling and Sonogong and World and Mansae and LMF and omg i can’t stop i love them all. and CHEERS! omg ofc cheers! and HOT cuz that’s the song that got me into seventeen and circles!!!! okay i’ll stop. you get the drill.
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I’m trying to make the best out of the situation that I’m in right now. It’s true that I said I wouldn’t marry someone I didn’t love and while I want to stand by it, I also realise how much Aayansh has helped me. Just his name in my thought has me looking at my side, at him as we cross the road after having inspected the small property and noting down the number on the For Sale card.
And not just that, the big mouth that I have and I ran it in front of Neil and his entire family, hell, his entire neighborhood, basically inviting him to my wedding makes me hold onto Aayansh. Neil divorced me because he thinks I have a better man and if I don’t shove it in his face that I do, then that’s not enough hurting his ego. And while I quite liked leaving physical damage to his face, I want him to also feel defeated everytime he looks at himself in the mirror and remember how I put him and his family in place; that he’s not the big hotshot that he thinks he is and definitely not someone everyone will fall to their knees for.
I don’t know Aayansh much but from whatever I’ve known of him, I know he’s not as vile and cruel as Neil. He’s helped me selflessly, shown up for me and been there for me on more than one occassion. I don’t want to become a selfish prick and leave him to tend on his own while I live my life carefree after all he’s done to get me that life. And besides, if me marrying him for a couple years will help him get a hold of his life and his dad off his back while I navigate to get on my two feet and accomplish the reality I’ve recently started dreaming of, then why not? It’s not like the marriage is going to be real anyway.
It helps that he’s nice to look at, extremely nice and he smells so go—
“Hey!” he snaps, breaking my thoughts. His arm shoves out in front of me and he pushes closer to me, his tone chiding. “Where the hell is your attention?” Just then, a car in speed races in front of me and I stumble back.
I realise a little too late that while I’d wandered off the street, the others had stopped in the middle of the road, letting the vehicles pass and if it hadn’t been for Aayansh, I would’ve long become a lifeless body under a passing vehicle.
I jerk in my own body and Aayansh notices. He softens his voice and wraps his hand around my shoulder, pulling me so close that the side of my body touches his. “I’m sorry for yelling,” he apologizes, and still holding me, he walks, taking me with him. A million butterflies swarm my belly as he opens the car door for me, keeps a hand on the roof of the car and waits for me to adjust my kurti before closing the door.
A rough exhale leaves my mouth. Shaking my head, I lift my shoulders and drop them, letting the tension dissipate. Calm down, Anaya. You’re fine.
