[Arjun's POV]
After the chaotic day, we all finally went home. Dinner was a mix of light banter and occasional teasing, as usual.
Eira and Sam didn't waste any time heading to bed, clearly exhausted. I went to my room too, but no matter how much I tossed and turned, sleep wouldn't come.
My mind kept circling back to her.Her words replayed like a broken record: "Do you know how much hard work I put in to buy this car? Do you know how many sleepless nights I spent to make this happen?"
There was so much sadness in her voice, and the weight of her words lingered in my chest.Unable to stay still, I got up and walked to the balcony for some fresh air. The cool breeze was refreshing, but it did little to clear my thoughts.
Moments later, I heard footsteps behind me.
"What are you doing out here so late?" Sam asked, stepping onto the balcony.
I turned to see him, his frame relaxed but his eyes sharp, as though he'd known I wouldn't be sleeping tonight.
He leaned on the railing beside me, his presence grounding me in a way I hadn't expected."It's nothing," I said, but my voice betrayed me. "Or maybe it's everything. When she stepped out of the car earlier and said those words... it hit me, Sam.
She wasn't just angry—she was hurting. That's what's bothering me the most. I can't stop thinking about it."
Sam nodded, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "If it's bothering you that much, then maybe you should do something about it. Help her. Give her whatever she needs—whatever she asks for—without a second thought."
"I will," I said, almost automatically. But then, after a pause, I added, "It's not just about helping her. There's something more. I don't know why, but looking at her today... I felt like I wanted to know her better. Not just on the surface, but everything—the struggles she's been through, the dreams she hasn't shared. There's something about her, Sam. Something I can't shake off."
Sam studied me for a moment, his eyes searching mine. Then he let out a soft chuckle, though it lacked his usual light heartedness. "Before you get carried away, figure out what you're feeling. Ask yourself—what is it that you want from her? And if it's something more than friendship, you need to know if she's already got someone in her life.
Don't build hopes without knowing. Trust me, it'll only lead to heartache."
His words carried an edge of pain, a vulnerability he rarely let show.
It took me a moment to process what he was saying.
Sam didn't say much after that, just gave me a pat on the shoulder and went back inside. I stayed there a little longer, staring at the night sky, trying to make sense of what I was feeling.
[NEXT MORNING]
The next morning, my phone buzzed, and the number flashing on the screen was unknown.
"Hello?" I answered, my voice still groggy from sleep.
"Hi, this is Riya," came the soft voice on the other end. "About the car... Can we meet at 9:00 AM at a café to talk about it? I'll send you the location."
"Sure," I replied, feeling a strange flutter in my chest. "Send me the details, and I'll be there."
As soon as I hung up, I turned to Sam. "You're coming with me."
Sam raised a brow, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Moral support? Or are you scared she'll yell at you again?"
"Just come," I said, brushing off his teasing.
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