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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Fuck. Ever since Amulya came to India a month ago, my life has been a whirlwind of emotions. Situations I never thought I'd find myself in have become my daily reality. And now, this unbearable tension is gnawing at me. My heart feels like it's going to explode if I don't hear from her soon.
It's just a half-day leave. Normal. But then, there are these whispers in my mind—planted by Vikram, the master of unsolicited doubts. He's been spinning theories, connecting Riya's abrupt resignation to Amulya's sudden leave, with that smug bastard Kartik lurking somewhere in the background.
And now? Now there's this primal urge to find her, to shield her from whatever's coming.
I grip the steering wheel and dials Amulya's number for what feels like the hundredth time. The silence between rings is deafening. When the call goes unanswered again, I curse under my breath.
"Get Adithya and Kairav on the line," I say, my voice sharper than intended. If the girls are planning something, Aarohi and Aaravi will definitely be involved.
Vikram's fingers fumble over his phone. The car engine roars to life, but I'm driving blind—no destination in mind, only instinct guiding me.
"Hey! Adi," Vikram says when Adithya finally picks up, putting the call on speaker.
"What's up, man?" Adithya's voice is casual, oblivious to the storm brewing on our end.
"Is Aarohi home?" Vikram's tone is tight.
"Nope. She's out with friends. They planned a night out at Amulya's. She'll be gone till morning," Adithya replies nonchalantly.
I exhale sharply, relief washing over me. "So they're at Amulya's place?" Vikram presses, his paranoia refusing to ease.
"That's what she told me. Why? You sound... tense. Is something going on?"
"Nothing important," Vikram says, trying to sound casual. "We'll catch up later."
"Bullshit," Adithya shoots back. "I've known you too long, Vikram. If you need help, call me. Later." The line disconnects.
I sigh, sinking into my seat. "We were overthinking. They're just chilling out."
But his mind isn't convinced. "Selfish asshole," Vikram mutters, his mood shifting. "Now that your girl is safe, you're all relaxed. But what about my..." He cuts himself off, realizing too late what he's just said.
"Your girl? Riya?" I pounce on his slip, smirking. "Interesting."
He glares at me. "That was nothing. Focus on the main issue. I still don't know why Riya resigned."
