𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ~ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐
Sara Zafar, once a vibrant, effervescent spirit, embarks on a new chapter of her life in New York. As she pursues her dream of becoming a psychologist, she undergoes a transformation, gradually...
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I find Aryan sitting on the balcony. “You’re home earlier than me today,” As my voice reaches him, he turns his attention to me, and his arms open wide, inviting me to draw near. I walk over to him, settling comfortably next to him on the couch tucked into the corner.
“How was your day?” His gentle voice soothes my heart, melting away the weariness that clung to me all day. “It was good,” I reply, resting my head against his chest as his arms wrap around me.
We fall into a serene silence, savoring the warmth of each other’s presence while he gently strokes my hair. Time stretches on, and eventually, I decide to break the silence.
“Aryan”
“Yes, my cappuccino”
I lift my head, resting my chin against his chest, allowing my gaze to linger on him. “I know this might come out of nowhere, but can I ask you a question?”
He tilts his head, locking his gaze with mine, his brows arching in a silent invitation for me to continue.
“What was the moment you felt like you fell in love?” I ask.
His brows furrow as he diverts his gaze, taking in the vast expanse of the night sky, pondering something before returning his attention to me. “Can you specify which one you’re talking about?”
My eyes widen at his response. “What do you mean, Aryan Kabir? You’ve fallen in love multiple times?”
“Countless,” he replies with confidence, as if not a trace of doubt lingers in his answer.
“I thought I was the first woman in your lif—” I barely manage to finish my sentence before he cuts me off. “You are…” His gaze shifts, transforming into something entirely different—gentle, calm, comforting, and filled with love. “Each time I look at you, I find myself falling in love all over again.”
My cheeks flush with warmth. He nearly had me just a moment ago, and now he has the audacity to make all the butterflies in my stomach go totally wild. I press my lips together, fighting to suppress the shy smile that threatens to escape.
“Are you really the same Aryan Kabir who completely ignored me during our first dinner here and had the audacity to leave right in front of me?” I tease.
He shakes his head slightly, letting out a sigh that turns into a soft chuckle. “I'm Sorry. I wasn’t even in my right mind that night.”
His words leave me feeling a bit confused. “Why?”
“That night, Dad wanted us to meet over dinner and discuss the possibility of our marriage,” he replies.
I remember Dad mentioning that he had attempted to broach the subject of marriage during that dinner, but it was probably Aryan’s refusal to engage and his sudden departure which created an awkward situation that ultimately prevented Dad from having that conversation.
