The white roses wilted on the side table despite fresh water, a silent reminder that Rohan wasn’t backing down easily. I’d thrown out the card but couldn’t delete the occasional texts that slipped through, polite, charming, never overtly crossing lines. Just checking in. Hope the expansion is treating you well. Each one made me delete the thread faster, guilt twisting with irritation. I had chosen Dario. Singapore had sealed it. Yet Rohan’s attention stirred the ghost of what a ‘normal’ courtship might have looked like, uncomplicated, without contracts or inherited debts.
Work kept me grounded. The Asian pivot had moved into execution phase, and I spent long hours refining logistics models while Dario handled the high-level negotiations. Our evenings, however, belonged to each other. That
