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Ride To The Home

Saira’s POV

I shook my head, my reflection staring back at me in the mirror. No. I couldn’t trust Raj—not after everything. The cruel boy who had tormented me in high school wasn’t someone I could ever rely on. People like him didn’t change, no matter how much they pretended.

But as I clenched my fists, determined to push him out of my thoughts, my gaze fell to my lips. Unbidden, the memory of the kiss we’d shared earlier flooded my mind. The way his lips had pressed against mine—firm yet tender, with a passion that caught me off guard—sent a shiver down my spine. My body betrayed me, reacting in a way I didn’t want it to.

"No," I whispered to myself, shaking off the sensation. Desperate to regain control, I turned on the tap and splashed cold water on my face, the icy shock breaking the spell his memory had cast over me. My heart raced, but I forced myself to breathe deeply, pushing away the unwanted warmth his touch had left behind.

Drying my face, I straightened and squared my shoulders. Enough. I wasn’t going to let him affect me like this. Not anymore.

I returned to my desk and threw myself into work, focusing on the leftover tasks Sophia had sent me earlier in the day. Emails, reports, scheduling—it didn’t matter what it was as long as it kept my mind occupied. Slowly, the hours ticked by, and when I looked up, the office was nearly empty, and the day was done.

Gathering my things, I headed out of the office. The cool evening air greeted me as I stepped onto the pavement. It wasn’t until I reached the curb that I realized I hadn’t brought my car this morning—I’d come with Raj.

Groaning inwardly, I began looking around for a cab, hoping to avoid any further interaction with him. But, as if on cue, his sleek black car pulled up in front of me. The window rolled down, revealing Raj’s face, his usual smirk softened into something more casual—almost playful.

“What are you looking for?” he asked, raising a brow. “You need to wait for me. We’re going together.”

“No, thanks,” I said quickly, my tone clipped. “I’ll manage on my own.”

I turned away, but before I could take another step, he was out of the car and beside me. “Saira,” he said, his voice gentle. “Stop being so stubborn. Just get in the car.”

“I don’t need your help,” I snapped, avoiding his gaze.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, then leaned in slightly, his expression almost… cute? “Please? I’m not letting you wander around looking for a cab when I’m right here. Come on, let me do at least this much.”

I hesitated, but before I could argue further, he reached out and gently took my arm, guiding me toward the car. “Raj, I said—”

“I know what you said,” he cut me off, opening the passenger door. “But I’m not leaving without you, so save us both the trouble.”

His persistence was annoying, yet there was something disarming about the way he held the door open, waiting. Reluctantly, I slid into the seat, muttering under my breath about how insufferable he was.

He got in beside me, a satisfied grin on his face as he started the car. “See? That wasn’t so hard.”

I crossed my arms, refusing to look at him. The car pulled away, and as the city lights blurred past, I couldn’t help but wonder why he was suddenly trying so hard—and why part of me almost wanted to let him.

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