Epilogue
Reyansh
Two years later
“Hey, baby! I’m here.” My voice trails off the moment I step into her room. She’s on a call, speaking softly, and looks up when she senses my presence.
“Alright, Karan. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” She ends the call, a beautiful smile settling on her lips as her gaze finds me.
“Rey! Why are you here? Didn’t you gather the whole family in the hallway for an announcement?” She asks innocently, but I’m already moving toward her, turning her around and pulling her into a back hug, my arms locking around her waist.
“I did. But check the time, we still have a few minutes before we join them. I just wanted to spend some time with you before we leave.” I trail a few feathery kisses along her neck, only to be met with a sudden elbow jab to my abdomen. I release her instantly, wincing.
“Baby! What was that?” I groan, half in pain, half in disbelief.
“Didn’t we meet just last night?” she snaps. “You’re acting like we haven’t seen each other in weeks. Stop pestering me, dude!” A light chuckle escapes me despite her angry rant.
“You can’t blame me when you’re this addictive. I must be insanely lucky.” I step closer again, gripping her waist and kissing her cheek. Her frown melts into a shy smile.
“You’re annoying,” she whispers playfully, looping her arms around my neck, “but I can’t stay away from you.” Our eyes lock for a brief moment.
“So, who were you talking to?” I ask.
“Karan,” she replies. “I asked if he’s found someone special, but he said he’s too busy with life and happy running the company. He’s turned into such a boring workaholic with no time for love.”
She complains lightly, and I nod. Amyra always admired Karan as a friend and wanted to stay in touch.
After six months into our relationship, she reached out to him again.
He’d replied warmly, sharing that he was preparing to take over his father’s company.
A year ago, he officially became CEO, with his father supporting him behind the scenes.
He’d also told her he’d finally moved on, which genuinely relieved her.
Since then, they’ve stayed in occasional contact, checking in on each other’s lives.
“Let him focus on work for now,” I say calmly. “Everything unfolds at the right time.”
“Maybe you’re right,” she agrees. “Didn’t I tell you about Yashveer Oberoi, the CEO of Oberoi Enterprises and one of B the air feels heavier and charged. She turns toward me, her gaze intoxicating, lips parted as if she already knows what I’m thinking.
I don’t give myself time to second-guess. My hand cups her face, and I kiss her.
Firm. Unrestrained. Consuming.
She gasps softly, fingers clutching my shirt as though afraid I might vanish. The kiss deepens, messy and urgent, all restraint slipping away. Her back meets the door gently as I move closer, my forehead resting against hers for a brief second before I kiss her again, slower this time but hotter.
She tastes like temptation, and I lose myself completely.
Her hands slide up my neck, her nails scraping just enough to make my breath hitch.
I mutter her name against her lips, barely a whisper, and she answers by kissing me harder, as if she’s forgotten where we are and that someone could hear us.
A sudden knock shatters the moment, making us jump apart in shock.
“Are you both inside? Come out, everyone’s waiting,” Amyra’s mom calls from outside.
We freeze.
She stifles a laugh against my chest while I curse under my breath, my forehead dropping to her shoulder.
Yeah, we’re definitely in trouble.
“Let’s go,” she whispers, linking her fingers with mine as she tugs me along. Together, we step into the hallway where our parents are already gathered.
“Good evening, everyone,” I greet them, sinking onto the sofa to their right.
“So, what’s going on, Reyansh?” Neelima aunty asks, clearly the most curious one, though I can’t ignore the equally impatient woman sitting beside me. Even Amyra has no idea what I’m about to say, and she’s been trying to squeeze answers out of me since yesterday.
“Come on, Rey. Spill the tea,” she urges.
“What is it, Reyansh?” my dad presses.
“So… I want to make things right,” I begin, “and make up for my forgotten promise.”
“What!” The hall fills with startled gasps, and I laugh at their reactions.
“You mean you want to take this relationship to the next level?” Harsha Uncle asks for clarity. I respond with a firm nod.
“And what about you, Amyra?” my mom asks, as expected. God, my parents are already so protective of their future daughter-in-law, and I love seeing that.
“This is so sudden, Aunty,” Amyra says honestly. “Rey didn’t discuss this with me.”
“So, are you not interested in marrying me?” I ask, feigning outrage, knowing she’s flustered.
“Of course not! But aren’t we just twenty-seven? Isn’t it a bit early?”
“Girl, are you serious?” I retort. “I’ve waited patiently until we both reached stable positions in the company.
Now that we’ve crossed that phase, it’s time for a serious commitment, and this is the right time.
” It’s been over a year since we stepped into our reputable roles.
We delayed marriage to focus on our careers, and now nothing is holding us back.
“Yes, princess,” Harsha Uncle adds gently.
“Even Aditi will be back soon, so we can plan a grand celebration in both households.” Aditi has completed her postgraduation and will return to India next month.
The happiest part is that she’s met someone special and wants to introduce him to the family, and asked us to keep it a secret for now.
“Yes, Amyra,” my mom says warmly. “We’ve waited long enough to hear this. We can’t delay anymore.”
“Exactly,” Neelima aunty agrees, watching Amyra closely.
Amyra pauses for a moment, then breaks into a wide smile. “Alright, everyone! If this is what you all want, let’s do this.” The room fills with happy cheers.
“Oh God! We’ll be busy planning the wedding soon,” my mom says excitedly. “First, we need to decide the engagement date—”
“Engagement?” I interrupt hastily. “That’s a waste of time. I want to marry her directly.” I feel a sharp nudge at my side. Honestly, the whole wedding process feels long and exhausting. All I want is to wake up beside her. Why drag it with endless rituals?
“Come on, Reyansh,” Amyra’s father says with a smile. “Shouldn’t the world see how brightly a Bajaj–Thakur alliance shines?”
The elders nod in agreement.
“Why can’t you all understand the torture of not waking up beside her despite being madly in love?
” I complain dramatically. “Just get us married already, or I’ll elope with her.
” The hall erupts in laughter, smiles spreading all around.
Finally, they seem to understand my desperation and consider speeding things up.
“Honestly, your desperation is wild, Rey,” Amyra whispers into my ear before joining the family’s animated discussion.
For the first time in three years, I feel like I’ve corrected my folly, turned to an announcement I once made recklessly and I’m grateful that my forgotten promise will now be fulfilled.
Our story has been messy, imperfect, and painfully complex, but it stands as proof that true love always finds its way back, no matter how careless the choices you make along the way.
Being her boyfriend has been my greatest pride.
Having her as my wife is the dream I’ve been waiting to accomplish for as long as I can remember.
I can’t wait to begin this new journey with her, one where our love only deepens, grows stronger, and feels more certain with every passing day.
Life truly can’t be better than this!
THE END