Chapter 12
Reyansh
“You’re much smarter than I expected. This is absolutely perfect.” My mentor, Mr. Raghav Sinha, is meticulously reviewing the balance sheets I dedicated my entire day to preparing, his eyes gleaming with approval.
“Thank you, sir,” I respond, a warm smile spreading across my face.
“I’ll submit this to the CFO, and that wraps up our work for today.
I’m genuinely impressed with how quickly you’re grasping the concepts and taking on real responsibilities in less than three weeks.
Your hard work is truly commendable, Reyansh.
Keep it up.” He beams at me, his pride radiating like sunlight, and I lower my head, a smile playing on my lips as I absorb his words.
Throughout my life, appreciation has followed me like a loyal shadow, and I’ve come to crave those kind words that make all my efforts feel worthwhile.
“That means a great deal to me, sir. However, I must credit a significant portion of this success to the best mentor in the company. Your guidance transforms complex topics into something much easier to understand.”
His laughter rings out warmly, illuminating his face with genuine joy.
“You certainly have a way with words. Anyway, you can call it a day now; the clock is nearing closing time. I’ll see you tomorrow.
” He gives my shoulder a hearty pat, and we step out into the bustling hallway, parting ways as we head in different directions.
These past two weeks have unfolded like a thrilling new chapter in my life, filled with hectic schedules and constant trips between my mentor’s office and my modest cubicle.
What I studied about finance during my postgraduate program feels like a mere appetizer compared to the substantial feast of knowledge I’m devouring now.
We’re still navigating the foundational concepts, but yesterday he entrusted me with a financial report, and I’m relieved and proud that it turned out well.
The best part so far is his cool, brother-like attitude, being unmarried, in his early thirties, and always pushing me to do better.
It can be overwhelming sometimes, but I won’t complain, especially with a big responsibility awaiting me in the future.
Some days I even work overtime when he asks, but I don’t mind. There isn’t much going on in my life except for my girlfriend. Though I do feel guilty for not spending time with her, I am making up for it today. That’s why I planned to take her on a dinner date tonight.
A surge of excitement runs through me just thinking about finally meeting Aditi today.
Only a few more minutes before I can leave the office.
I head toward my cubicle, but freeze when I cross another identical one to the left, observing the lights to be on.
I turn back, my steps leading toward that glass-paneled space.
Through the clear sliding door, I spot the familiar silhouette bent over her laptop.
Despite working under the same roof and literally just a few steps apart, I hardly see my best friend anymore, let alone get time together. Amyra Bajaj is the most focused person I know. Once she dives into work, the world around her disappears.
Most of the time, she is away in her mentor’s cabin.
And even when I catch her in her cubicle and try to talk, she gives short replies, claiming she’s too busy.
Sure, I’m overloaded too, but I still make time to greet her.
Why can’t she? It’s starting to feel like she’s avoiding me, which stings more than I admit.
Are we drifting apart? No. I won’t let that happen.
If I have to chase her again and again shamelessly, so be it.
But she doesn’t even join me for a quick coffee at the canteen.
Bracing for her poker face, I knock once before sliding open the door. I drop into the swivel chair beside hers. She doesn’t even blink.
Leaning over the desk, elbow propped under my head, my gaze instantly locks onto my best friend.
“Don’t you even turn around to see who entered your cubicle?” I finally break the suffocating silence, but her expression doesn’t budge.
“Who else would dare sneak in without permission except you, Rey?” Her lips move, yet her eyes stay glued to the screen.
I study her face, how those spectacles loosely slide down her nose, giving her a nerdy charm that strangely suits her.
My gaze trails down to her burgundy fitted top paired with high-waisted tailored trousers, her ponytail pulled tight, bold red lipstick, and beige pumps.
Jewel-toned styled outfits with bold lipsticks—that’s become her signature office look, and it fits her perfectly.
Since when did I notice how a red matte lipstick makes her full lips look…gorgeous?
“If you’re done staring, you can leave. I’m working, if you can’t tell.”
Her flat tone needles my patience. I reach out, my hand catching her mid-movement. She freezes, and finally her eyes flash to mine.
“Engrave this in your mind. I need your full attention when you’re speaking to me. Am I invisible to you?”
Our eyes lock, tension thickening between us. She’s the first to break away, slipping her hand out of my hold and returning to her laptop as if nothing happened.
What the hell was that?
Why did I want her attention that badly?
Why does her ignoring me get under my skin?
I’ve always enjoyed being close to her… but since when did I want her to feel it too?
“Stop talking nonsense. Why are you here?” Her clipped remark slices my thoughts apart. I draw in a breath, trying to bury the strange rush of feelings.
“Fine. Is your work not done yet? It’s almost time to leave.”
“It’ll take a few more minutes to finish this review.”
“How’s everything going?”
“Interesting. I’m learning something new every day. You?” She finally glances at me, which makes my heart jump.
“Same here. I am really enjoying it. It’s enthralling.”
“Good to hear.”
“So Aditi and I planned dinner tonight. Want to join us?” Great job, Rey. Invite someone to third-wheel your date.
But Amyra is not just my best friend, but is also Aditi’s cousin. It shouldn’t be weird… right?
“Sorry, Rey. I don’t want to tag along on your romantic evening with my sister. And I have plans with Sanchi too, it’s been long time.”
“It’s also been a long time since you hung out with me, but sure, ignore that.” A sarcastic laugh slips out before I can stop myself, making me sound pathetically desperate.
“Rey, you’re no longer the single guy chasing after his best friend. Focus on dating my sister and give her the attention she deserves.” She finally cracks a soft smile, instantly soothing the chaos inside me. I pretend it doesn’t matter.
“I told you I’d balance everything, didn’t I? Anyway, should I wait for you?”
“No. You go ahead. I need to meet my mentor before I leave.” She effortlessly rejects my hope for a few more minutes with her, and it stings more than it should.
“Alright. See you tomorrow. Have fun with Sanchi.”
I grunt the words, push up from the chair, and stride to my own cubicle, dropping into my seat with more force than necessary.
God, why am I acting like a kid because she asked me to get lost? No. I’m just overthinking. Overreacting.
Like she said… I should focus on my girlfriend instead of obsessing over every little thing Amyra does.
Rey, get a grip over yourself.
*****
“Aditi! Here!” I wave as she looks around the restaurant, searching for me where I’ve been waiting for the last fifteen minutes.
“Hey, Reyansh!” She rushes to me, and I pull her into a warm hug, her arms instantly wrapping around me.
“I missed meeting you,” she whispers when we part, and I cup her face, smiling.
“I missed us, too. Let’s make some beautiful memories tonight.” I brush my fingers through her hair, her cheeks flushing as she nods. We head to the elevator that leads to the top floor.
“Didn’t we have a buffet downstairs? Where are we going?” she asks, surprised.
“This place is famous for its rooftop dining. I booked it for us.” I lean back against the elevator wall, watching her eyes brighten.
“Oh my God! I’ve always wanted to have dinner under the stars. Thank you for fulfilling a tiny dream of mine.” She hides her smile behind her hands, and pride quietly blooms in my chest.
“I’m glad I get to see you smile like that.” I pinch her cheek, and just then, the elevator doors slide open.
“Here we go.” I take her hand and lead her out.
Warm lights float overhead like captured stars, glowing softly over the empty tables and the private glass dome prepared only for us.
The city below feels distant, respecting that this moment is ours alone.
She walks beside me with lanterns reflected in her eyes, and I realize every bit of this is worth it just to make her feel special.
“You booked the entire rooftop again?” she asks, pointing playfully.
“I can’t help it. We deserve privacy,” I reply, and we settle into our seats. A waiter arrives, and once she orders, I give mine.
“Tell me how it is working at B&T Corp!” she leans in, curious.
“It’s interesting, learning and working with a good team. It’s been positive so far.”
“That’s great. I admire people who take their goals seriously. Since you’ll lead the company someday, staying invested helps you stay consistent.” Her maturity always reminds me of how she built herself after losing her parents so young, choosing ambition over distractions.
“That explains how you became the topper of the final semester.” Her results were announced recently, and she absolutely aced it. I’m proud of my girl.
“Oh, Reyansh! I’m just following the path that you and Amyra Di have already set so high.” She says. Eventually, our gossips fill the air as we laugh together, and our food arrives right on time.
“No, darling. I honestly think you’d thrive in the business world with the discipline you have.”
“No way. My dream has always been to become an AI Research Scientist. I want to pursue post-graduation abroad, where Artificial Intelligence has the best scope.”
“That’s a unique path. Are you working toward it?”
“Yes, I shortlisted a few universities. Sending applications is all that’s left.
” I absolutely adore the way her eyes always sparkle when she talks about her goals, her drive is so contagious.
Also not to ignore, how divine she looks in that full-sleeved Oliver bodycon dress, extending below her knees.
“Didn’t I tell you Harsha Uncle and Neelima Aunty would support your higher studies?” Last week, she finally told them, and they were surprisingly happy to help her but just a little worried about her safety. But, as always, Amyra stepped in and eased their concerns.
“Yes. I worried unnecessarily and Amyra Di really is a pure soul,” Aditi says with a fond sigh.
“Yes, yes. Your Amyra Di is kind to everyone,” I mutter… except me.
She raises her brows. “What was that?”
“Nothing. Eat,” I dodge the topic.
“You know, shrimp dishes are my favorite! I could eat anything with shrimp in it,” She gushes, and I blink.
“No way. I love shrimp too. I’d still eat it today if I hadn’t stopped seven years ago.” My voice softens as a familiar memory warms my chest.
“That’s odd. If you love any food so much, why would you stop?” she asks.
“Because of Amyra.” A moment flashes in my mind, the one that changed everything, and I drift into that warm memory.
“Hey, Ames! What’s wrong? You’ve been scratching nonstop,” I asked as soon as we got into the car, driving home after dinner outside post-college.
“I hid something from you, Rey.”
“What is it?”
“I’m allergic to seafood… especially shrimp.”
“What! Then why did you taste the shrimp from my plate?” Her hands were already red, irritation spreading quickly, yet she kept trying to resist scratching.
“I always avoided shrimp since childhood because they make me itch. But I’ve watched you enjoy them for so long… I just wanted to try it once, with you.”
“Are you crazy? Why would you risk your health just to taste something I like?” My voice shot up unintentionally as she pulled out a tablet from her handbag and swallowed it.
“Relax. This will stop the reaction.”
“Still, Ames… you shouldn’t be this reckless.”
“I don’t know, Rey. I just love how happy you look eating them, and I wanted to share that with you.”
“If that’s the case, then I won’t ever eat shrimp near you again.” The decision came out instantly, and she stared at me in shock.
“No, Rey. I’ll control myself.”
“I’m not taking that risk, especially when I have to sit here and watch you suffer.” My tone sharpened again, and she looked away quietly.
“I never wanted you to sacrifice anything because of me,” she whispered, and despite the situation, a faint smile tugged at my lips.
Since then, not only during our outings but even at home, I made sure shrimp never showed up on the menu whenever she visited. Eventually, I stopped eating it altogether, even when she wasn’t around.
“Nothing. I just avoid it because she’s allergic,” I cut the conversation short, not wanting to go into deeper details.
“Now that she isn’t here, you can definitely enjoy your favourite food.
” She lifts a spoon to serve me, but my gaze shifts restlessly around the table as thoughts collide in my mind.
This used to be the highlight of my every meal…
but now all I can picture is Amyra scratching her skin till she felt uncomfortable.
“Sorry, but I guess this isn’t my favourite anymore.” I gently push the shrimp aside, catching the flicker of disappointment in her eyes.
“Alright.” Her response is small, quiet. We finish dinner with awkward calmness before heading toward the elevator. As we walk out of the building, a bright voice calls out.
“Aditi!” A chirpy girl in her early twenties appears, and Aditi beams.
“Riya! Oh my God, it’s been forever!” she squeals before introducing us. “This is Riya, my close friend. And this is Reyansh, my boyfriend.” I nod politely while the two fall into fast, excited chatter. I wait, silent, patient, checking the time every so often.
“Sorry, Reyansh! We met after ages, so we got carried away,” she finally says when we step outside.
“It’s fine. Happens,” I reply casually as we pause to part ways.
“I’m just glad you didn’t feel ignored. Thank you for tonight.” She hugs me sideways, but her words stiffen my posture more than her touch. She leaves with a smile, disappears behind the car door, and the taillights fade. But I remain rooted to the spot. Her words keep looping in my mind.
Why wasn’t I upset when she ignored me for almost twenty minutes? Yet earlier today, when Amyra didn't look at me for merely a few seconds… It drove me insane.
Shouldn’t I crave my girlfriend’s attention more than anyone else’s? Then why does it bother me only when it’s Amyra?
Is it just years of friendship… or is there something deeper I’ve been missing?