4 Best Friends. 1 Destination Wedding. 8 Lives. ∞ Memories.
Amulya x Abhimanyu
"Who the fuck do you think you are to order me?" I said with anger raging.
"As long as it is for you, i don't even think twice to become a monster." he smirks, sending...
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The evening air carried a sharpness that reflected the serious, cold demeanor I often wore around most people. But not with these three.
When we were together, all pretenses melted away, and the mischievous side of us emerged, ready to stir up trouble and laughter in equal measure.
It was like we reverted to our younger selves—unburdened by the weight of responsibility and maturity, instead seeking out chaos for the sheer fun of it. And tonight was no exception.
Kairav and I exchanged glances before turning our attention to Adithya. "So, tell us about the friends of your soon-to-be wife," we teased, eager to know more. Adithya, never one to shy away from a question, named them off casually: Riya, Aaravi, and the yet-to-arrive Amulya.
Kairav seemed to recognize the name "Aaravi" and I couldn't help but notice the way he reacted when ho looked at her. Lawyers by profession, the two likely shared a mutual respect for each other's work. It wasn't just professional familiarity that was at play. There was something more to the way Kairav's eyes lingered on her.
The girls were soon embroiled in a playful bickering, drawing our attention away from the looming discussions of weddings and relationships.
Riya, of all people, suddenly ducked under the table in what seemed like a panic. It was a move that didn't go unnoticed.
"What are you pulling now? Why are you hiding under the table?" Aaravi demanded, her voice full of mock accusation.
"I... I gu... guess I saw my boss," Riya stammered, barely managing to get the words out before she was dragged into another round of teasing.
At that moment, Vikram strode into the room, casting his usual effortless charm. As always, he fit seamlessly into the mix, offering up a dry remark about the crime we were plotting—part of the larger joke that had come to define our group.
"Your boss? Why would he be here?" Aarohi quipped, urging Riya to stop hiding.
Just then, another figure entered—Amulya, the last of the trio, the one we'd all been waiting for. With her entrance, the atmosphere shifted slightly, an air of sophistication that immediately caught my attention. I wasn't the only one who noticed.
Amulya's presence was magnetic, the kind of presence that commanded respect without effort.
"She's a doctor from the US," Adithya added, his jealousy barely masked as he mentioned that Amulya was Aarohi's "favorite person."
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. She had been a figure I'd noticed a year ago, during a medical sciences seminar in the UK, where we'd first crossed paths. At that time, I hadn't known her name, but her knowledge, her passion for R&D, and the way she carried herself had struck a chord with me. I hadn't forgotten it, nor had Vikram, who had teased me relentlessly ever since.
