Tangled Emotions
I was sitting on my bed, trying to process what had just happened. What was with him? Oh my god, does he like me? No, of course not. What are you thinking, Riya? my inner voice mocked me. And what does it mean that he had to take another shower? Am I that dirty that touching me makes him want to shower again? What’s wrong with me? He completely hates me, and here I am thinking, Oh, maybe he adores me.
I think I’m losing my mind. I have to maintain my distance from him. Honestly, the incident kept playing in a loop in front of my eyes. I was lost in my thoughts when my phone beeped. Ankit had messaged me with a question mark. I replied with the same question mark. He then messaged me that I hadn’t sent him the address yet.
Mentally slapping myself, I snapped back to reality and informed him, “Sorry, my grandparents' son will take me there.” He told me it was okay. Then I apologized, saying we’d meet on Monday if my ankle was better. I felt genuinely bad because I was the one who had asked him to accompany me, and now I was canceling—because of all this with Mr. Rathore.
Ankit and I ended up chatting for almost an hour. Honestly, he’s such a genuine guy, and since I already had a crush on him, it made me like him even more.
Thinking about all this chaos, I eventually fell asleep.
It was 7:00 in the morning when I woke up. I wanted to sleep more since it was Sunday, but my ankle wasn’t helping at all. The pain had lessened, but the swelling hadn’t.
I somehow went to the washroom, did my business, and got ready. I chose to wear a yellow dress that ended just above my knees. It had a single-strap sleeve with a bow tied on it, and a square neckline. The floral design made it look perfect. I paired it with hoop earrings, tied my hair into a half-messy bun, applied moisturizer, lip balm, and perfume. I wore brown flat gladiator sandals—easy to remove when the doctor checked my ankle.
Honestly, I wasn’t in the mood for breakfast. I have the appetite of an 8-year-old boy, but I was just tired of food. I decided I’d cook something for myself after returning from the hospital. Taking my ID, wallet, and everything else, I headed downstairs.
Celine was already there and insisted I have breakfast. I initially wanted to refuse, but she persisted, so I sat down. She made me the best coffee, along with an omelet and toast. I started scrolling through the news on my phone as I ate.
I was lost in my thoughts and barely noticed someone sitting across from me. Lifting my eyes casually, I caught sight of Mr. Rathore staring at me like I’d done something wrong. My mouth was full of toast and omelet, and I was sipping coffee at the same time.
For a brief moment, we just stared at each other. Celine interrupted, serving him breakfast, and I quickly lowered my eyes, pretending to be busy on my phone.
Last night’s memory came rushing back, and I felt utterly embarrassed. I kept my head down to avoid his gaze. Once he finished breakfast, he asked me to follow him.
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Destiny For Unlikely Vows
RomanceSynopsis In *Blooming Love*, Agastya Rathore and Riya Singh were once classmates in school, separated by social and academic barriers. Agastya, the class topper and favored by teachers, barely noticed Riya, who was an average student with an unremar...