You Own My Heart ( Completed )

Recap: Aryan takes Sanjana to Anusha's Fashion house 

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Aryan and Sanju had just gotten into the car, heading out for lunch. Aryan turned to Ranjith, who was sitting in the front seat, and instructed him, "Ranjith, please make arrangements for a private lunch for us. We need some peace and quiet today."

As they reached the ARC Hotels, the staff was ready and waiting, eager to greet their president, who hadn't visited in a long time. Aryan, always used to this grand reception, gave a nod of acknowledgment as they walked through the grand entrance.

They took the private lift up to his exclusive dining room.

Once inside, Aryan turned to Sanju and asked with a smile, "How is our hotel?"

Sanju looked around in awe, her eyes shining as she responded, "Luxurious. Very nice."

Aryan nodded, clearly pleased by her response. "Good. I'm glad you liked it."

He stepped forward, pulling out a chair for her to sit in before taking his own seat next to her. Aryan smiled at her, a playful glint in his eyes as he said, "Now, shall I take the pleasure of deciding the menu for us?"

Sanju raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Sure. I'd like to see your choice."

A confident smile tugged at Aryan's lips. "Mine will always be the best," he said, his tone oozing with self-assurance.

Sanju chuckled softly. "Let's see if you can pick my favorite."

Aryan grinned as he quickly messaged the hotel manager to confirm the meal arrangements. As they waited for the food to be served, they enjoyed their welcome drinks in comfortable silence.

After a while, Sanju broke the silence. "Aryan, shall I ask you something?" she asked, her voice soft yet curious.

Aryan gave her a knowing look. "Why do you need permission to ask me?" he teased.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I haven't really known much about your parents."

The mention of his parents made Aryan's expression falter. His smile dimmed, and a shadow passed over his face. He looked down at his drink, struggling to keep his emotions in check.

"I'm the only son," he began, his voice quieter now. "My parents... they died in an accident when I was still in the early stages of expanding my business. So, it's just me. And since my parents married against their families' wishes, I don't even know my relatives. So, I guess, in a way, I'm... single."

Sanju's face softened with sympathy. "I'm sorry, Aryan. But you're not really alone. You've got me."

Without thinking, she cupped his face in her hands and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. It was the first time she kissed him like that, and Aryan felt an unexpected warmth spread through him.

"Thank you," Aryan said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sanju blinked in confusion. "Why?"

"For being with me," he said with sincerity. "And for this... the first kiss from you. It's a day I'll always remember."

Sanju smiled and leaned into his shoulder, holding his arm gently as they continued to sit in the comfort of each other's presence.

Soon enough, her favorite pasta and crème brûlée were served, and Sanju's face lit up with excitement as she saw the food.

"Aryan," she said between bites, "How do you know about my favorites?"

Aryan leaned back in his chair, his smile deepening. "Do you really want to know for sure?"