Destiny For Unlikely Vows

Chapter31 : Unspoken

I didn't want to have lunch with Tanya, but a promise is a promise, and I'm not the kind of man to break my word. She looked happy as we sat at the cafe, chatting animatedly, but I was barely present. My mind was elsewhere-on her.
Her.
I should've been concentrating on the here and now, but all I could think about was the way Dr. Lambert Laurent had complimented her earlier. Pretty and beautiful. The words repeated in my head, igniting a strange mix of jealousy and anger. She wasn't mine-not in the way that would justify this reaction-but the thought of another man admiring her like that? It gnawed at me.
I don't even know why it bothers me. God knows I've spent enough time convincing myself that I don't care. But every time I am with her, I just want to hold her, smell her, kiss her. After last night, when I almost lost control first in her room and then in mine, I know how hard it's getting to control myself whenever I see her. She is indeed beautiful.
And sometimes, seeing her, I forget why I used to hate her. Yesterday too, when I saw her in that blue dress-too short for my liking-and her hair open, she looked like an innocent angel. But after last night's incident, I don't want to be near her because I'm slowly realizing that it's not just physical.
But I can't put my finger on it. My mind and heart keep fighting over her.
Today, when she wore that yellow dress-does she even know how cute she looks? Honestly, I just wanted to hold her and spend the rest of the day with her. But her absence now, her silence, the not knowing where she was-it felt like a vice tightening around my chest.
"I'm here with my school crush, someone I deeply admired during my teenage years. Back then, there were rumors that I liked her, even that I had proposed to her-but none of it was true. Yes, I liked her, and if life had taken a different turn and I hadn't married, I might have considered her as my wife. Now, as we both stand here as successful individuals, my mind is filled with thoughts of her-Riya this, Riya that. I don't know why, but I can't seem to understand these feelings."
Tanya's voice broke into my thoughts, and I realized I'd been staring blankly at her for far too long.
"Agastya, are you even listening?"
I wasn't.
I apologized distractedly, my eyes drifting to my phone again. Still no messages. When Celiene finally called to tell me she wasn't home yet, my heart dropped.
"I need to go," I said abruptly, standing up.
"What?" Tanya blinked, confused. "Agastya, we haven't even-"
"Something's come up. I'm sorry. Some other time."
I didn't wait for her response.
The drive home was a blur. I kept replaying all the possible scenarios in my mind-where she could be, why she hadn't told anyone, and whether she was safe. Why don't I have her number? Despite knowing I was the one who bought her the number, I didn't bother to save her number.
When I got home, the empty house only heightened my anxiety. The silence was deafening. I paced the living room, glancing at the clock every few seconds. Minutes felt like hours.
Then, finally, I heard the sound of a car pulling up. Without thinking, I rushed to the door and flung it open.
She was stepping out, her hair slightly disheveled, her expression casual, as if she hadn't just driven me to the edge of madness. Ankit was with her, and she waved him off with a polite smile before turning toward the house.
Honestly, seeing him felt like someone had poured fuel on the fire. But for now, I ignored that and rushed toward her.
The moment she saw me, her smile faded. I crossed the distance between us in a few quick strides and pulled her into my arms, holding her tightly.
She froze, completely still, as if trying to process what was happening. Then, she started to squirm, pushing against my chest.
"Mr. Rathore, what are you doing? Let me go!"
"Stay still," I commanded, my voice dangerously low.
For a moment, she obeyed, her body stiff in my embrace. But I could feel her defiance, her resistance.
"I don't want to be here," she muttered, her voice shaky but firm. "Let me go. Aren't you happy now? What more do you want from me, Mr. Rathore?"
I clenched my jaw, the weight of her words sinking in. I had hurt her, and I knew it. But apologizing? No, that wasn't in me. I couldn't bring myself to say the words she deserved to hear. Instead, I loosened my hold just enough to look at her.
"I shouldn't have brought up Amit's name," I said, my tone gruff.
Her eyes widened slightly, but she quickly masked her surprise. "That's all you have to say?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief.
I didn't answer. What could I say? That I was sorry? That I hated myself for hurting her? That I'd been a fool for letting my arrogance push her away? No. I wouldn't-couldn't-say any of that.
She shook her head, pulling herself out of my grasp. "I'm going to my room," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I watched her retreat, each step she took feeling like a blow to my chest. She didn't look back, and I didn't stop her. The door to her room clicked shut, leaving me alone in the hallway, drowning in the silence and the weight of my own mistakes.

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