Chapter 11
Amyra
“Feeling nervous, princess?” Dad’s voice cuts through my thoughts.
“Just a little. I just hope everything goes well today,” I admit, my tone uneven. He lets out a soft chuckle.
“I admire how you acknowledge your emotions, Amyra. It’s completely normal to feel this way on your first day as an intern.
And remember, Surya Uncle and I will be just a few metres away to guide you and Reyansh.
So instead of worrying, focus on learning.
” He pats my shoulder, reassuring warmly. I nod at him as a response.
The day is finally here. We’re on our way to the main branch of B the smile on his face feels like a blessing.
“You’re right, Dad. I realised not everything is under my control. So, I chose to move forward with new hopes,” I say softly, and he affectionately ruffles my hair.
“That’s a smart realization, Amyra. May God bless your new beginning.” I murmur a quiet ‘thank you,’ gaze drifting outside the window as the city blurs into memories, the last few days haunting my mind.
Reyansh’s hurt expression flashes before me, the confusion in his eyes when I avoided him for ten days, the shock at my sudden distance.
I can’t go back to being the girl who let closeness ruin her peace, especially when the person she wants is with her own sister.
I’ll be there for him when he needs me, like before, but from a safe distance.
My heart can’t afford another bruise. It took time to convince myself to focus on healing and on my future, but not on the heartbreak.
Joining the company feels like a fresh start, and I’ve promised myself to give it everything I have, no matter what.
“Come on, it’s time for you to shine like a star.” The car halts with Dad’s encouraging words. I nod, determination settling in my chest.
You’ve got this, Amy.
A wave of jittery chills rushes through me as I step out. I inhale deeply, eyes lifting to the towering ten-storey building in front of me, the company’s polished name gleaming proudly.
‘B neither Dad nor Surya Uncle will take us lightly if we falter.
“Yes, Dad.”
“All the important officials are already waiting to meet you both in the meeting hall. Behave professionally.” His long strides force me to hurry after him.
We take the elevator up and stop at the tenth floor. The meeting room sits to the right. When we step in, officials rise to greet Dad, and my eyes instinctively scan the room until they land on the familiar face beside Surya Uncle.
Reyansh. Smiling at me like nothing ever happened.
He looks dangerously good, crisp white shirt, dark tailored trousers, hair neatly styled but still slightly tousled to look rebellious, a silver chain adorning his neck, a sleek Rolex on his wrist, and polished black loafers.
The bomber-jacket-and-jeans guy has turned into a man who can pull off corporate charm with effortless sexiness, especially with those top buttons undone.
I force myself to look away after returning a small smile.
“Reyansh! Come stand beside Amyra.” Dad calls, and Reyansh moves to my side, his shoulder brushing mine. I shift slightly away.
“Meet Reyansh Thakur and Amyra Bajaj,” Dad announces, “the future heirs of B that’s refreshing,” she says with a proud smile.
“Thank you, ma’am,” I reply, remembering how my parents always taught us to stay grounded despite our status.
“For now, I have a client meeting. Review this project document in your cubicle. I’ll call you once I’m back,” she says, handing me a thick file.
We leave the cabin together, but the moment I step into the corridor, my eyes widen. The whole corridor has a dulled silence, yet a strange excitement touched me. Right beside Marketing lies the Finance department. That makes me realise Reyansh is reporting to the same floor.
The floor in-charge leads me to a semi-private grey cubicle with a clear sliding door and even a small sofa outside, practically a mini cabin, quiet and distraction-free. But my smile fades when I spot another identical cubicle a few meters away.
Is that… his?
Of course. Because why would fate ever let him be far from me?
No way! I murmur to myself.
Not just my life, now he’s invading my workplace too.