I wanted to tell you all my secrets but you became one of them instead.
Ananya
Right now, I’m standing outside the airport, staring at my old school crush, who’s looking back at me with that infuriating smirk plastered on his face.
Oh god, I hate my brother. Out of all the people in the world, he had to go and befriend the bad-boy group from our school. Just perfect.
I was jolted back to reality when my brother started speaking. "Ananya, these are my friends. Remember, I told you I was bringing some friends along? Well, here they are," he said, grinning like he’d just won some grand prize.
Meanwhile, I felt like sinking into the ground. This is who I’m going to be spending my vacation with? I wished I had never set foot in India.
My brother began introducing them, still beaming. "You know them, right? They were your classmates in school."
I nodded silently, too stunned to form any words.
A guy with dirty brown hair and sharp grey eyes looked me over, his gaze more appraising than friendly. I recognized him immediately—Aman Mehra, the notorious troublemaker from school.
"Are you sure she went to school with us? I don’t remember seeing her," Aman said, skepticism in his voice.
Another guy, with onyx eyes and a slightly awkward smile, slapped Aman on the back and said, "Dude, she’s Ananya, the nerd with the glasses. Remember?"
This was Arsh Jaisingh, the only decent guy in their group. Arsh had always been nice to me, unlike his other friends.
Great. They remember me as the nerd from school.
Aman’s face lit up with recognition. "Oh yeah, I remember now. But where are the glasses? You’ve changed a bit."
I sighed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "I wear contacts now, and maybe I lost a little weight."
Aman smiled, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious under his gaze.
The entire time, Aakash didn’t utter a single word. He just kept staring at me, his piercing blue eyes seeming to delve deep into my soul. When our eyes met, I felt a nervous gulp rising in my throat. Despite the years that had passed, he hadn’t changed much—still as handsome as he was in school.
But who cares? I told myself, trying to shake off the unsettling effect his presence still had on me. Yet, deep down, I knew it still mattered.
I took the front seat while my brother started the car. An awkward silence hung in the air, thick and uncomfortable.
Finally, Harsh broke the silence. "Hey Ananya, long time no see! What do you do in New York?"
I managed a smile and replied, "Well, I’m a doctor, working as an intern at a hospital."
Harsh grinned. "Wow, a doctor! You were such a nerd, so this was expected."
The car filled with laughter, as if he had cracked the joke of the year.
My brother’s expression darkened, and he snapped, "Enough!" The laughter died down instantly, leaving an uncomfortable quiet in its wake.
I chose to stay silent, regretting more than ever that I had agreed to this trip. Why did I even come? Oh right, because my brother practically forced me. I had plenty of excuses ready to avoid visiting, but he had emotionally blackmailed me into coming, claiming he couldn’t endure our annoying relatives alone.
Oh, and did I mention? I’m actually in Mumbai for my cousin’s wedding. My uncle’s youngest son is getting married, and as much as I hate it, I have to face my relatives. They’re not just annoying—they’re conservative and manipulative, the kind of people I can’t stand.
My thoughts were interrupted as the car came to a stop in front of a house that looked more like a mansion. Well, it is a mansion—my useless brother owns a multimillion-dollar tech company, after all. I’m really proud of him for that.
I quickly stepped out of the car and hurried to the main door, eager to see my parents. I rang the doorbell a few times, my excitement building as I waited.
After a few moments, the door swung open, and there stood my mother, a smile spreading across her face. But that smile quickly faded into a frown as her eyes traveled down to my clothes.
Holy shit. I’m wearing denim shorts and a crop top. How could I forget that my mother is so conservative? I’m definitely in trouble now.
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