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✿ 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✿
𓆩 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 𓆪
Just like his name-fearless, fierce, and impossible to ignore.
A 30-year-old dangerously handsome CEO and the reignin...
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The phone rang. Her stomach was churning now.
"Pick up" Aarushi whispered under her breath, worry settling like a storm in her chest.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
And then—click.
The call connected.
She froze. Mid-step, barefoot on the cold marble floor, the phone pressed to her ear. Her lips parted.
The tension in her chest exploded in a rush of breath as her mind spun with possibilities.
Her voice caught in her throat. She didn’t speak. She couldn’t.
Because suddenly, someone was on the other side.
There was silence for few seconds but then a sound came Low. Raspy. Almost broken.
"Jaan…?" A whisper. Desperate. Relieved. Soft like a prayer.
Aarushi's heart clenched painfully. She closed her eyes, the familiarity of his voice washing over her like the first rain after a drought.
"Hello, baby, are you listening?" he asked again, this time a little more urgently.
She blinked rapidly, her lashes damp with unshed emotions as she forced herself to clear her throat and swallow the lump that had formed there.
"I… where are you?" she managed, her voice almost trembling but laced with a quiet demand.
There was a small pause, then his voice answered gently, "At a birthday party… you remember Meera, the lawyer?"
Aarushi stayed quiet, her gaze fixed on the wall but her mind whirring fast.
Abhimanyu’s voice tried to bridge the silence again. "She invited Rudra and me… she insisted. And Rudra, as usual, wouldn’t take no for an answer. You know how he is. She was also in our college, so…"
He trailed off, unsure if he was explaining too much. Her silence made him nervous.
Aarushi muttered softly, her voice barely more than a breath. "Oh…"
A heavy pause followed. Dense with all the things left unsaid. The silence stretched, thick and charged, holding the weight of days spent apart — the ache, the questions, the longing.
From his end, faint sounds of music bled through, the echo of a party still alive in the background. On hers, only the sound of her steady, quiet breathing.
Then, Abhimanyu’s voice came again — low, laced with hope and vulnerability.
"You finally called me…"
A sigh escaped him. Soft. Unsteady.
"I missed you. So much. Baby, I’m sorry. Please… forgive me. I—"
