Marco sat on the sofa, waiting for Aryan with a growing sense of anxiety. Replaying the events of the day in his mind, he knew one thing for sure—Aryan wasn't going to let this slide easily.
He had never intended to be with Mia. It was never supposed to happen this way. But circumstances had backed him into a corner. How else could he explain that Mia joined his company as the new managing director that very day—and somehow managed to rope him into pretending to be her boyfriend, just hours before his planned dinner with Aryan?
He had tried to refuse her, more than once, but her persistence wore him down. To make things worse, his phone died, and with back-to-back meetings, he never got a chance to inform Aryan.
Now, weighed down by regret, Marco stared at the door.
The handle slowly turned.
Aryan stepped into the living room.
Their eyes met for the briefest second—but Aryan immediately looked away, ignoring Marco's presence as if he were nothing more than a ghost.
