The humidity of Mumbai hit Myra Kapoor the moment she stepped out of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport. It was a stark contrast to the dry, biting cold of Delhi she had left just hours ago.
She tugged at her light denim jacket, her heart fluttering like a trapped bird. In her handbag sat a crumpled offer letter for a junior designer position at Khurana Enterprises—her secret ticket to finally ending four years of long-distance longing.
"Surprise, Arjun," she whispered to herself, a small, shy smile playing on her lips.
Four years. Forty-eight months of video calls, pixelated kisses, and falling asleep with her phone against her ear. She had sacrificed every weekend, every outing with friends, just to save enough for this move. She hadn't told him. She wanted to see his face when she stood at his office door and told him she was never going back to Delhi.
She hailed a black-and-yellow taxi.
"Bandra, Kurla Complex Bhaiya thoda jaldi please," she told the driver
Mumbai was loud, chaotic, and smelled of salt and ambition. It was the city where dreams came true, and today, Myra felt like she was finally waking up to hers
her skin glowing despite the travel fatigue. She looked like a woman in love.
Twenty minutes later, she stood in front of a sleek glass building. Her pulse spiked. She knew Arjun's schedule by heart; he'd be finishing his lunch break right about now
Pushing through the heavy glass doors, she bypassed the reception with a confident stride, her heels clicking rhythmically on the marble floor. She knew his floor—the 12th.
When the elevator dinged, her breath hitched. She clutched the small box of Delhi's famous pinni—her mother's recipe she had spent all weekend perfecting—closer to her chest.
The door was slightly open
And the sound coming from inside wasn't the tapping of a keyboard or the drone of a conference call. It was a soft, feminine giggle followed by a low, familiar groan that made Myra's blood turn to ice.
Through the narrow gap of the door, the world she had built for four years shattered in a single second
Arjun wasn't at his desk. He was against it, his hands—the hands that had promised to hold her forever—wrapped firmly around the waist of a woman in a short red dress. Their lips were locked in a hungry, desperate heat that Myra had never experienced with him
The box of sweets slipped from her numb fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
Arjun looked at myra
The thud of the box hitting the floor was quiet, but in the silent office, it sounded like a gunshot.
Arjun pulled away from the woman instantly, his chest heaving, his tie crooked. When his eyes met Myra's, the blood drained from his face. "Myra? What—what are you doing here?"
Four years of her life were scattered
"I was moving here for you," she said. Her voice was terrifyingly calm, even as her heart felt like it was being shredded by a dull blade. "I got a job. I was going to surprise you."
The woman in the red dress smoothed her skirt, looking more annoyed than guilty. "Arjun, who is this?"
Arjun didn't look at his colleague. He took a step toward Myra, his hands reaching out. "Myra, listen. It's not what it looks like. I was... it's been so hard, you being in Delhi, me being here alone. The pressure, the distance—"
"The distance?" Myra cut him off. She didn't cry. The tears were there, burning behind her eyes, but she refused to let them fall in front of her. "I spent every night talking to you. I turned down every date, every outing, just to save minutes for our calls. Was the distance too much for you, Arjun? Or was your loyalty just too thin?"
"It was just a mistake! A one-time thing," Arjun pleaded, his voice cracking. "I love you, Myra. We have four years of history!"
Myra looked at him—really looked at him—and realized she didn't recognize the man standing there. The "Arjun" she loved was a fantasy she had maintained through a phone screen. The man in front of her was just a stranger who couldn't handle his own loneliness
"No, Arjun," she said, stepping back so he couldn't touch her. "We had four years of history. Now, we have nothing"
Myra, wait! Where are you going to go? You don't know anyone in Mumbai!"
"I'd rather be lost in a city of strangers than stay one more minute with a man who made me feel like I wasn't enough," she said firmly.
She didn't look back. She walked down the hallway, her head held high, her heels clicking like a countdown to her new life. It was only when the elevator doors closed and she was finally alone that her hands began to shake.
She had come to Mumbai for love. Now, all she had was a job at a company she hadn't even started at yet,
I need a drink, she thought, her eyes hardening. I need to forget his name.
Coming up next
Myra hits a Mumbai club to drown her sorrows, but she ends up meeting a man who will change her life forever. Get ready for some heat! 🔥