Page 50 of She will Always be Mine

But the mystery of why she ended our relationship in the middle of the night has yet to be solved.

All I can say with clarity is that another person is behind it too.

Until I’ve put them six feet under the ground, the fury inside me will never go away.

With each day that goes by wasted and no closer to finding the truth, I realize I may not be able to until Nyra returns. I have racked my mind in a hundred different directions and the only conclusion I’ve come to is that she is the one with all the answers.

The only one that can lead me to the truth.

Since I can’t bring her back myself lest I force her, I need to come up with something else and fast.

I also would be doing just that if I wasn’t missing her as badly as I am today.

I’m man enough to admit that some days, my emotions run havoc on me and I want to run away or hide until the feeling passes.

Only one place comes to mind that always made me feel at peace and ironically, it also happens to be filled with memories—the happiest and the saddest—of Nyra.

We never realized it back then, but fate always brought us together at that place every time we were in close proximity.

Maybe it’s the reason I feel so at serene there despite the few painful encounters, because it’s linked to her. I’m hoping to get some clarity once I get there.

Without wasting another second, I grab my jacket from the back of the chair in my office, take my phone with my other hand, and saunter out.

It’s late afternoon so everyone is at their desks when I close the door to my office behind me, making Snehil look up from her cubicle and I watch a frown cover her face when our gazes clash.

“I’m leaving early today, Snehil,” I tell her. “Text me if there’s anything urgent.”

Not waiting for her answer, I walk in the direction of the elevator and press the button for the basement once I’m inside. Unlocking my car when I’m in the parking lot, I slide behind the wheel and start the engine and feel it purr beneath me. Pulling out of the building and on to the road, I drive toward my home, which is an hour away from my office.

My friends once asked me why I started my company in Pune instead of Mumbai where I already had all the connections. I told them that this city was my home and I couldn’t imagine growing my business anywhere else. Besides, the potential was much broader and higher, especially with the increase in the event management business here. So, the decision was quite simple. Plus, it kept me closer to my family.

Maybe destiny wanted Nyra and my paths to cross again.

Even if it didn’t, I know in my heart that we would have found our way to each other.

A smile tugs at my lips as I remember the first words she whispered to me…It’s written in the stars.

The seriousness with which she said them still has me in a chokehold. Her eyes had glowed with love, passion, and so much trust that it was hard not to believe her, and utter it back to her.

Those five little words have made a special place in my heart, and rushed in my bloodstream ever since.

She may have lost her faith in them but I haven’t.

I believe it even more than ever now.

After all, no great love story exists without a little heartbreak.

The clouds darken the blue sky by the time I reach my home and park my sports car in the garage. It’s the first time since I’ve been back so I know nobody is expecting me.

Usually, I inform my mom beforehand but the last thing I’m in the mood for is her prying and discussing my feelings, which I know she will insist.

Unlocking the door with my spare key, I enter the house and relax when I don’t hear Mom come downstairs, most likely taking a nap in her room.

I notice she added another tall plant in the hallway, giving the living area more of a welcoming vibe, and I swear she’ll replace it with something else the next time I visit. She’s always redecorating and sprucing things up whenever anything new catches her eye.

Being at home reminds of the last time I was here. It also happens to be the last time I saw Nyra’s sad yet beautiful face as she walked away from me. She had thought that I had left when the truth is I had stayed behind and watched her leave from the terrace.

As if she could sense my eyes running over her or hear my heart screaming for her to stay, she turned around and at the last second, my aunt pulled at her arm and shoved her toward the cab.

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