“Aren’t you fucking anal about that Bugatti?” Vedant added. “You blew your head off at me when you caught me and Reina making out on it. How the hell do the rules not apply to you?”
“My car, my fucking rules. Now, shut up.”
His brothers chuckled. Fools. His eyes met Rajiv’s, who was watching him, looking highly entertained.
“Come on, all of you,” Rajiv called out from the entrance. “My parents are waiting for dinner.”
Anna didn’t talk to him for the rest of the evening, but he knew she was watching him. His heart approved of that. Very much so.
When he was leaving, her parents came to him.
“We’ve been watching you the whole evening,” Sara Mehra said. “You couldn’t stop looking at Ananya.”
He remained silent, not knowing where she was going with this.
“She’s angry with you, yes,” Anvay Mehra continued. “But we also can see how her eyes light up when she’s looking at you.”
“And she’s been looking at you all the time,” Anna’s mom said. “We know she’s unhappy. But then, she’s been unhappy ever since she thought you’d died. We also know that you’re the only man who can make her happy.”
“You have our blessing, Mihir,” Anvay Mehra said finally. “Treat them well—her and the baby.”
Mihir released the breath he’d been holding somewhere in between this conversation. “Thank you. I will.”
Navya and Reina marched up to him the second their parents left.
“Armaan and Vedant spoke to us,” Navya began. “Do you really love her?”
He sighed. “I do.”
The girls exchanged a glance.
“Then you have our blessing too,” Reina said. “She needs you. So please, for God’s sake, don’t fuck it up this time. You have too much to lose, and so does she.”
“I promise you that I will make it alright.”
They gave him a smile and pulled him into a hug. From the corner of his eye, he saw Anna watching his interaction with her sisters. Before he could react to her, Rajiv came over to him.
“Why did you make me think that Aditya and Anna could be together?” Mihir asked.
“To get you off your ass and make a move.”
“A lot of good that did me. Anna’s not talking to me again.”
“I saw you both making out. She’s coming around. Now, ensure her focus remains on you.”
“How?”
Rajiv glared at him. “Do I have to teach you everything? Figure it out for yourself.”
That night, as Mihir drove back home, he racked his brain for what he ought to do to win Anna back. But nothing made sense. Repeatedly apologizing to her hadn’t worked. Telling her that she and he belonged together also hadn’t worked. He entered his home, feeling dejected and at a loss.
He tossed and turned frantically throughout the night, unable to sleep. The good thing, though, was that finally, an idea formed in his head. He sat upright in bed as he thought through it. The more his mind worked, the clearer his vision became. This had to work. It was the only option left. And if it didn’t…
No, he wasn’t thinking of that. He needed Anna back. He’d be able to breathe properly only once she’d forgiven him and agreed to give him a second chance. Nothing else would do.
35
This scorned lover has become obsessed with his former love. When will he get the memo that this lady doesn’t want him? Miss Butterfly thinks he’s rejecting her rejection. But for how long will that work?