BOOK ONE IN THE HEARTSTRINGS SERIES
He's a dedicated businessman, always immersed in deals and meetings
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She yearns for a partner as idealistic as her fictional heroes.
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Reyansh and Aadya, two individuals who are vastly dif...
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Reyansh pov
The music had faded, and the house was slowly emptying. Guests were exchanging pleasantries, their voices a gentle murmur in the background. Aadya stood near the door, her parents saying their goodbyes. I watched her, a bittersweet smile playing on my lips. She looked so beautiful, her eyes shining with a mixture of excitement and sadness.
I walked over and gave her a hug, holding her close for a moment. The warmth of her body against mine, the faint scent of her perfume, it all felt surreal. Like a dream I didn't want to wake up from.
"Take care," I whispered, my voice hoarse. She pulled back, her eyes searching mine. "You too," she replied, her voice soft. "This was… special."
"It was," I agreed, "The beginning of something wonderful, I hope." She smiled, a radiant smile that lit up her face. "I hope so too."
We stood there for a few more moments, reluctant to let go. I wanted to hold her hand, to trace the delicate curve of her cheek with my finger, to tell her how much I was looking forward to seeing her again. But words seemed to fail me.
Finally, she turned and walked out the door, her parents following close behind. I watched her go, a wave of longing washing over me.
The car carrying Aadya and her family disappeared down the street, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. The vibrant energy that had filled the house just moments ago seemed to drain away, leaving behind an emptiness that mirrored the ache in my chest.
I leaned against the doorframe, the ring on my finger a constant, reassuring presence. Yet, it felt surreal, almost impossible to believe that this had actually happened. Aadya, my Aadya, was officially mine.
The day was replayed in my mind like a cherished movie: her eyes sparkling with a mixture of excitement and nervousness when she saw me, the soft touch of her hand in mine during the rituals, the way her laughter filled the room, infectious and joyous. I remembered the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, the way her hair fell softly around her face, the way she seemed to radiate warmth and light.
A wave of longing washed over me, stronger than I anticipated. The thought of not seeing her for a while, of not being able to hold her hand, to hear her laughter, filled me with a quiet sadness. It was as if a part of me had left with her.
But then, a different emotion surfaced – a quiet determination. This was just the beginning. We had a lifetime to create memories, to build a life together. I envisioned a future filled with shared laughter, quiet evenings spent in each other's company, the gentle rhythm of everyday life woven with the threads of our love. I imagined exploring new places with her, introducing her to my friends, and simply enjoying her company, every single day.
