Unraveled hearts

CHAPTER 5: EXPECTATIONS

As time passed, Edward found himself drawn to Krystal more and more. Every conversation with her—especially those about Shania’s date—unraveled new depths to her character. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was different. Kind, forgiving, and endlessly understanding. The way she loved her family, always putting them first, struck a chord in Edward’s heart. But guilt gnawed at him—reminders of his past mistakes haunted him. He knew he couldn't act on his feelings yet. She deserved space, time to heal, and for him to prove he was no longer the man who had hurt her.

In the meantime, Edward focused his energy on giving his sister, Shania, the perfect date. He wanted to see her with someone worthy of her—someone who would cherish her the way she deserved. At an upscale event recently, Edward had met Aman, the most eligible bachelor in town. Aman was everything a man could aspire to be—tall, dark, and magnetic. At 6'1", with a body sculpted to perfection, Aman was not just a man; he was the man. Women flocked to him, and ambitious mothers paraded their daughters before him like offerings. But Aman wasn’t interested in any of them.

He was searching for something rare—someone simple, down-to-earth, family-oriented. A woman who didn’t care about wealth or status, someone who could see beyond his bank account. “I’m ready to settle down,” Aman had confided to Edward. “But I need to find the right woman.” Edward had smiled, knowing exactly who fit the bill.

“My sister, Shania,” Edward had offered with a grin. “She’s everything you’ve been looking for. Kind, sweet, and loyal.” Aman had agreed to a blind date, intrigued by the possibility of meeting someone genuine.

Finally, the day of the date arrived. Edward texted Krystal, asking her to bring Shania to the venue. Krystal dressed casually, as usual, but Shania went all out—determined to make an unforgettable first impression. The two women drove to the date venue, anticipation buzzing between them. Shania adjusted her dress nervously, while Krystal glanced over, offering her friend an encouraging smile.

Edward had arranged a group setting, knowing Shania's shy nature would flourish better in a casual, friendly atmosphere. Aman had agreed to the idea, willing to take things slow.

The moment they arrived, introductions were made, and Krystal caught sight of Aman in all his captivating allure. There was something magnetic about him—the kind of man who turned heads effortlessly. But it wasn’t Shania who caught Aman's attention. His gaze locked on Krystal the second she entered the room, and he couldn’t look away.

Krystal noticed Aman too, of course. It was impossible not to. His sharp features, warm brown eyes, and the easy confidence in his smile could make anyone’s heart skip a beat. Yet, she quickly reminded herself: This is Shania’s date. I’m here to support her, not get involved.

Aman, however, found himself struggling. He tried to focus on Shania, forcing conversation and polite smiles, but nothing clicked. They talked, but the connection felt forced. Each time he tried to engage, his attention drifted back to Krystal. There was something about her—a quiet grace and a genuine warmth in the way she encouraged Shania—that mesmerized him.

Krystal, on the other hand, noticed Aman's lingering gaze and felt a flicker of discomfort. She knew how much Shania had been looking forward to this date. Aman’s apparent interest in her wasn’t just unexpected—it was unsettling. She shot Edward a concerned glance, silently willing him to do something.

Edward saw it too, and jealousy coiled in his chest like a snake. He clenched his jaw, watching as Aman’s attention shifted toward Krystal again and again. Why does it always have to be her? he thought bitterly.

Meanwhile, Shania's cheerful demeanor started to crack. She could sense it too—Aman wasn’t really interested in her. Every smile felt like a polite gesture, every conversation like an obligation. Yet, she kept hoping, clinging to the possibility that things might turn around.

Over dinner, Aman tried to engage Krystal in conversation, asking her questions about her life. She answered politely, careful to maintain boundaries, but she was always mindful of Shania. Krystal didn’t dare entertain the idea of Aman’s attention. She had no intention of betraying her friend’s trust—not after everything Shania had been through. Besides, she told herself, What does it matter? I don't have feelings for Aman. And Edward? She glanced at him briefly. He’s the last person on my mind.

But Aman made it hard to ignore him. His deep voice, effortless charm, and perfect smile were like a magnet pulling her in. His presence alone could leave anyone breathless. Krystal noticed the way his tailored shirt hugged his chest, the strength in his shoulders. Yet she kept her distance, reminding herself over and over: This isn’t my date. This is for Shania.

After dinner, the group exchanged goodbyes, and Aman left with a lingering glance in Krystal’s direction. He wished everyone a good night, but his gaze stayed on her a moment too long.

On the drive back, the car was quiet, the air heavy with unspoken disappointment. Shania stared out the window, her fingers fidgeting with the strap of her purse. “He’s nice,” she said softly, as if trying to convince herself.

Krystal glanced over, heart aching for her friend. “He is. And I think he liked you,” she offered, though the words felt hollow.

“Do you really think so?” Shania whispered, her voice fragile with doubt. “It didn’t feel like it. I don’t know… Maybe I imagined it, but it felt like he was more interested in someone else.”

Krystal reached over and squeezed Shania’s hand gently. “No, don’t think that way. He probably just felt awkward tonight—it was a group setting after all. I’m sure he’ll message you soon.”

Shania gave a small, hopeful smile, though her heart remained heavy with uncertainty. As soon as they reached home, she pulled out her phone and typed a message: It was really nice meeting you. I enjoyed tonight. Hopefully, I can see you again sometime.

She hit send and stared at the screen, willing a response to appear.

“He’s probably still driving,” Krystal said softly, trying to ease Shania’s nerves. “He’ll reply when he gets home.”

Shania nodded, though the doubt still lingered in her chest. Maybe, she thought. Maybe he will.

But as the minutes stretched into hours, her heart whispered what she didn’t want to believe: Aman’s interest had been elsewhere tonight. And no matter how badly she wanted to ignore it, the truth was impossible to deny.