Liya's Needs

I couldn't help but chuckle at his admission. "Well, I've got your back," I assured him, slapping him on the shoulder. "But for now, let's just focus on getting through this trip without any drama."

As Ratika emerged from the house, she looked at me with a curious expression. "What are you guys talking about?" she asked, her voice filled with the same warmth.

"Just some work stuff," I replied, keeping my voice casual. Inside, I felt a twinge of guilt for keeping Abhi's proposal from her. But I knew he'd find the right moment to tell her—or so I hoped.

I opened the car door for Ratika, the cool metal handle a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand as she slipped inside. The interior was already heating up from the sun, the leather seats emanating a comforting warmth that was a stark contrast to the chilly air outside.