❝The only kind of love I want is one where even if it is just for a short moment, it feels like I have lived a lifetime in that moment with that person. ❞ - Jhanvi Raichand.
**You CANNOT read this as standalone. Read Dare to Be before reading this...
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2.24 His Rock
"Annie?"
Aarav. I hear his voice before these giant towering, bulky men in black move to either sides and my eyes set on him.
Be still, my heart.
I momentarily push away how good I feel seeing that face after months as I let relief overtake my senses. "Oh, thank God. Why the hell am I not on the list? I'm always on the list!" I demand placing my hand on my hip, trying not to get carried away with how hot he looks in a tux. I have seen him cleaned up multiple times before but this one still screams different.
Has he ever looked more attractive than he does this moment? It is probably all this time between us that is resulting in this strong pull I feel towards him. Right... time. Nothing else.
He still looks dazed and then he blinks as if to convince himself I really am here. He clears his throat before answering but it sounds a question, "Uh... you weren't coming?"
"Are you crazy? I wouldn't miss Eva's wedding! I meant to RSVP and I thought I had but I seemed to have forgotten and then two days ago the reminder on my phone went off. I bought the first flight tickets I could get even though it was the crappiest seat and the most expensive one ever and rushed to Mumbai only to find out you all were here and so I hopped on another flight and ofcourse I can't find my invitation and these stupid people wouldn't let me in and my phone is dead from all this traveling so I couldn't call any of you and I am a mess."
I breathe out in such exhaustion. Let me tell you if you haven't figured it out already looking at my state, I've had a crazy last few days trying to get here in time because I knew Eva would never forgive me if I missed even a single event related to her wedding.
I scold seeing the ends of his lips tug up. "Don't laugh!"
He still releases a chuckle and nods at the guards. They release my luggage and throwing one last glare at them for giving me a hard time, I step inside. "Please tell me she doesn't hate me."
"I think she understands," he answers walking beside me and I catch his meaning.
He must have told everyone what has happened between us. I couldn't expect him to keep it from them. In due time, this family had made it a point to not keep secrets and even though it is a personal matter, I can somewhere get why he must have told them.
He eyes the single bag and takes it from my hand. "Is this all you brought?"
I admit without shame, "I am counting on your mom to have some extra outfits else I am going to look like the only homeless person in this palace."
