Destiny For Unlikely Vows

Chapter: 25

I lay on my bed, tears streaming as memories of my mother filled my mind. I missed her so much, the longing only made worse by the fresh pain of the twisted ankle. After a while, I managed to pull myself together, changing into fresh clothes and booting up my laptop. I tried to distract myself, but the throbbing in my knee was relentless. I nibbled on a protein bar instead of going down to eat-I couldn't bear to face anyone in the house, especially him. Celine knocked later, inviting me for lunch, but I declined. I refused to be his charity case. That evening, I ordered takeout, telling Celine I felt like eating outside food. She nodded, smiling at me knowingly, as I settled down to enjoy my meal before drifting off to sleep over a novel on Wattpad.

The next morning, I woke to the realization that it was my day off-a perfect chance to rest and catch up on everything. But as soon as I tried to stand, my leg gave way, and I saw that my ankle had swollen overnight. I bit back the urge to cry, a wave of frustration crashing over me. I missed my mother more than ever, longing to lean on her and feel the comfort of her arms. My phone buzzed, snapping me back. It was Ankit, calling unexpectedly on a weekday.

I quickly composed myself and answered. "Hello?"

"Hey, what's up with your voice? Have you been crying?" His concern came through immediately.

I cleared my throat. "No, I just woke up, that's all."

"Well, get ready," he said, his voice warm yet assertive. "I'm taking you to the Eiffel Tower today."

I hesitated, embarrassed to admit my condition. "Ankit, I twisted my ankle. I can't even walk properly."

Silence, followed by his immediate concern. "How did that happen? Did you take any medicine? Are you okay?"

I tried to brush it off, assuring him it wasn't a big deal, but he wasn't having it. "I'm coming over," he said, leaving me no choice but to share the address. With a sigh, I freshened up, took a quick shower, and decided on a light blue sundress with a single strap, hoping to feel a bit brighter despite the pain. I applied my favorite cherry lip tint, giving myself a final look in the mirror before limping to the kitchen, where Celine was preparing breakfast.

"Can you make some juice?" I asked, mentioning that a friend was coming over. She nodded cheerfully. Just then, I entered the living room-and froze. He was there, Mr.Rathore, wearing only sweatpants. His gaze locked onto me, trailing down my dress, lingering just a little too long.

Before I could escape the awkward tension, my phone rang. It was Ankit, calling to say he was outside. Relieved, I told him to come in, then hobbled my way to the entrance. As I reached the door, I saw him waiting in a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers, effortlessly handsome as usual. My heart fluttered a bit as he approached, concern in his eyes.

I smiled, reassuring him as he helped me to the couch. He crouched down to examine my ankle, taking out a tube of balm and gently applying it. His touch was soothing, and for a moment, I found myself completely distracted by the steady, careful movements of his hands.

But then, the calm shattered with a loud clatter. We both turned toward the kitchen to find him-Mr. Rathore-staring at us, eyes dark with fury. He stalked over, his gaze fixed on Ankit's hands on my ankle, his fists clenched. In a flash, he yanked Ankit by the shirt.

"How the hell did you get in here?" he demanded; his tone ice-cold.

I immediately jumped in, attempting to defuse the situation. "He's my friend," I explained, hobbling up to stand between them. "He's here because my ankle is swollen, and I couldn't walk."

My explanation softened his gaze for a brief moment, his eyes darting to my ankle with concern. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked quietly.

I looked away, unwilling to answer in front of Ankit. But Ankit, sensing the tension, quickly introduced himself. "I'm Ankit," he said, extending a hand. "Her childhood friend."

I felt Agastya stiffen beside me, still visibly displeased as he shook Ankit's hand reluctantly. "I'm Agastya Rathore," he muttered.

As he stalked off to his room, Ankit raised an eyebrow at me. "Is he always this intense? Almost like he thinks you're... his girlfriend."

I rolled my eyes, brushing it off. "No, nothing like that. He has a girlfriend, actually. Besides, I'll be moving out soon." Just then, Celine brought out juice for us, and we spent some time laughing and chatting until Ankit excused himself, mentioning he'd brought something for me. He stepped out briefly and returned with a bouquet-a beautiful array of roses in different colors.

"Pretty flowers for a pretty lady," he said shyly, handing them to me. I felt my cheeks warm, grateful for his kindness and the unexpected brightness he brought to my day.

After chatting for a bit longer, Ankit had to leave for work, though he promised we'd plan something fun for the weekend after I'd moved into his place. As I stood by the door to see him off, he gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, pressing a soft kiss on my hand. It was sweet, simple, and perfect-a moment of warmth amidst the chaos.

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