This story will take a turn when our cute handsome business man will turn into a dangerous ...... unknowingly he kept it a secret and she finds it out
a man cloaked in the shadows of his past, his heart encased in frost. Yet, amidst his icy demeanor...
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Adrian Singhania
The ride back home from Hyderabad felt longer than it should have. Shayantika dozed off next to me, her head resting on my shoulder, her soft breaths the only thing grounding me as my mind spun with everything that had happened. The visions she spoke of, the name she whispered—Riya—this wasn't just a coincidence. It couldn't be. But I needed time to think.
Once we reached home, I decided to spend a few days at the Singhania mansion—the place I hadn't stayed in for far too long. The grand house felt emptier than I remembered, but my mother's warm smile and gentle embrace made up for it. That evening, after dinner, I found myself lying on her lap like I used to when I was younger. Her fingers ran through my hair, a soothing rhythm I hadn't realized I missed. We talked about business, upcoming projects, life—until her voice softened.
"Adrian... do you remember Riya?" she asked suddenly, her tone careful, as if she wasn't sure she should ask.
My body went still. The name hit me like a punch to the gut. "Why are you asking about her?" I kept my voice steady, but my heart raced.
She sighed, brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead. "I'm sorry... I know you still think about her. You used to love her very much. I just want you to find her, wherever she is. But..." she hesitated, choosing her words carefully, "that day when you brought Shayantika over... she almost looked like a grown-up Riya to me."
My breath caught. The words stayed with me, heavy and unspoken. Because the truth was, I didn't know. Shayantika's face flashed in my mind—the visions she described, the way she said my old name, Rian, like she knew it in her soul.
"No," I whispered finally. "I never did." But maybe... maybe I was closer than I'd ever been.
My mother's hand stilled for a moment before she spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe she's closer than you think."
The air grew thick with unspoken possibilities. My mother's words kept echoing in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more the pieces seemed to align in a way that scared me.
"Adrian," my mother said softly, breaking the silence. "Maybe it's time you stopped running from the past. Maybe you need to start looking for answers."
I closed my eyes, the weight of her words settling over me. "What if the answers change everything?" I asked, my voice barely audible.
She smiled gently, her fingers threading through my hair once more. "Sometimes, change is exactly what we need. And maybe... just maybe... it will bring you back to the love you lost."
"But Mom," I whispered, my voice cracking, "I love Shayantika. I cannot fall in love with anyone else. Sometimes I think I'll break that promise I made when I was four or five—the promise that one day I would marry Riya. But this... this is fate, isn't it? I don't even know where she is. And the truth is, I've never looked at a woman the way I look at Shayantika. She's different... she made me fall in love with her—with her strength, her charm, her very soul."
