Page 109 of Right Where I Belong
“I will never be able to call you anything but Sabrina,” Rajiv said.
“Sabrina is fine,” she said. “Actually, I prefer it. It’s who I am now.”
“Well, then, Sabrina it is,” Ananya announced.
Armaan poured champagne into flute glasses and passed them around.
Sabrina went to where Ananya was standing next to Mihir.
“Congratulations on the babies,” Sabrina said. “How far along are you?”
“About six weeks,” Ananya said. “And I’m just realizing how freaking mental Mihir is going to be.”
Mihir curled a possessive arm around her. “I only want you and the babies to be alright.”
“He’s going to be a great father, you know,” Sabrina told her. “He took care of all of us when we were kids.”
Smiling, Mihir raised his glass in the air, speaking loudly. “A toast, everyone.” Everyone raised their glasses.
“Welcome back, Karina. I mean, Sabrina,” Mihir said. “Well, damn, that is going to be hard to get used to.”
Everyone laughed.
Armaan continued, “Sabrina, our lives are complete now that you are back in our midst. We are all so happy to have you with us.”
“Cheers to happier times ahead,” Vedant concluded.
“And we are happy that Aditya is here with us too,” Rajiv added. “He’s also the reason you found your sister. So, cheers to him too.”
Sabrina gave Aditya a smile. He raised his glass, his eyes on her. “Cheers, everyone.”
Everyone clinked their glasses. Over the course of the evening, she didn’t have a minute to herself. She was always surrounded by people, and so was Aditya. Their eyes kept meeting across the distance, but she didn’t get a chance to talk to him.
Sabrina heard her brothers’ love stories from their women, and to her utter surprise, Mihir and Ananya announced that they wanted to get married again. She learnt of their secret marriage in London ten years back, how they’d gotten separated, and how they were back together. With their twins on the way, they wanted to marry properly, and that too in a week. She smiled, promising to help them in every way she could.
Finally, dinner was done, Rajiv and Sheena had left, and Mihir showed her to a bedroom in his wing of the house. He’d explained that each of her brothers had their own wing in this massive house. Now alone, she went on the terrace adjoining the beautiful room and looked at the waves crashing ahead of her.
Aditya had disappeared with Armaan somewhere, a few minutes before Mihir had led her here. She pulled her phone from her pocket to call him when warm hands wrapped around her waist, and his familiar scent enveloped her. She heaved a sigh of relief and happiness and rested her head against his chest.
“We haven’t had a moment to ourselves,” she said. “Where did you go?”
He kissed the top of her hair. “Your brothers thought that they ought to separate us, so Armaan led me to a room in his wing, while Mihir put you here. Fuckers.”
She laughed. “How did you know where to find me?”
“Sadly for them, their women like me. I just had to call Ananya. Did you not tell your brothers about us, beautiful?”
“Not exactly.”
He shifted to study her. “Why?”
“Because I hadn’t toldyouthat I loved you yet.”
His brows lifted.
“I love you, Aditya Wahi. You’ve had my attention from the first time I saw you at Aisha and Rithwik’s engagement. I’ve crushed on you since, and I can finally admit that I am completely and hopelessly in love with you.”
“That long, huh?” His eyes glowed with happiness. “I didn’t know that.”
