Past or present? (TS story) completed

Hi, loving the lead pair so wrote this for them. I hope you like it.

PART 1

Suri Haveli had never looked more magnificent.

The grand courtyard had been transformed for the Suri Group annual office celebration. Golden lights wrapped around the pillars, music played softly in the background, and the city’s most influential people moved around the hall.

At the center of it all stood Aryaman Suri.

Calm. Powerful. Composed. At least… that’s what everyone thought. Because the moment she entered the haveli, everything inside him shifted.

“Good evening, Mr. Suri.”

Aryaman looked up.

Standing near the entrance were Radhika and her husband Purab. Purab smiled warmly.

“Beautiful event. Your team has done a great job.”

Aryaman nodded politely.

“Thank you for coming.”

Then his eyes moved to Radhika.

For a brief moment… The world went silent. Memories flashed. Promises.Betrayal.

The woman who once meant everything.

Radhika noticed the tension immediately.

She spoke softly.

“Hello, Aryaman.”

His expression hardened.

“You didn’t have to come.”

The bluntness caught Purab slightly off guard.

But Radhika only nodded faintly.

“I know.”

“We thought it would be good to attend. After all, we’re working together now.” Purab added.

Aryaman forced a polite smile again.

“Of course.”

From the staircase balcony above…

Ahana had been watching everything.

Her eyes moved between Aryaman and Radhika.

The way Aryaman had gone completely still when she entered.

The tension in his voice.

Something about it made Ahana’s chest tighten.

So she still affects him…

Before she could think further,

“Planning to stand here all night?”

Ahana turned.

Vikram stood beside her, holding two glasses of juice.

He handed her one casually.

“You look like you’re watching a thriller movie.”

Ahana smirked faintly.

“Maybe I am.”

They both looked down at the hall.

Aryaman was now speaking to investors, but his attention kept drifting unconsciously toward where Radhika stood with Purab.

Vikram noticed everything.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” he said casually.

Ahana didn’t answer.

Vikram continued.

“Some stories never really end.”

Ahana’s voice was calm.

“Some people just refuse to move on.”

Vikram chuckled.

“You sound defensive.”

Ahana glanced at him.

“Why are you here, Vikram?”

He leaned casually against the railing.

“To see old friends.”

His eyes softened slightly.

“And maybe… old feelings.”

Ahana rolled her eyes.

“Don’t start.”

“Why?” he teased. “You used to like when I annoyed you.”

Ahana laughed quietly.

“That was before you almost married me.”

Vikram grinned.

“Almost.”

Downstairs, Aryaman happened to look up.

And the first thing he saw was Ahana laughing with Vikram.

His expression darkened instantly.

Purab noticed Aryaman’s sudden distraction.

“Everything alright?”

Aryaman nodded quickly.

“Yes.”

But his eyes moved upward again.

Toward the balcony.

Toward Ahana.

Standing too close.

Laughing too easily. Something unfamiliar burned inside his chest.

A feeling he refused to name.

He didn’t like it.

Not at all.

Part 2 below

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Beautifully written

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Part 2:

Downstairs, the celebration at Suri Haveli continued in full swing.

Music floated through the courtyard, guests laughed, investors discussed business deals, and golden lights shimmered across the pillars.

But Aryaman Suri was distracted.

His gaze kept drifting upward.

To the balcony.

To Ahana.

And to the man standing beside her.

Vikram. Not his best friend but her ex boyfriend.

The man Aryaman had ditched before walking into the mandap himself and taking the groom’s place.

Even now, months later, the memory burned quietly between them all.

Upstairs, Vikram leaned casually against the railing.

“So this is how it is now,” he said lightly.

Ahana glanced at him.

“How what is?”

“You. Living in Suri Haveli. Standing beside Aryaman Suri at events like you belong there.”

Ahana sighed.

“Vikram…”

But he continued.

“You remember our wedding day?”

Her body stiffened.

“Don’t.”

Vikram chuckled bitterly.

“Hard to forget. I do remember being locked in a room though.”

Ahana looked away.

“And when I finally got out,” he continued quietly, “I found out my best friend had taken my place as the groom.”

The music from downstairs drifted up faintly.

But the air on the balcony felt heavy.

“You think I don’t know what happened?” Vikram said softly. “Aryaman Suri doesn’t lose things he wants. I dont think he married you for his sister. He already wanted you”

Ahana frowned.

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Wasn’t it?” Vikram tilted his head. “Then tell me something.”

He stepped closer.

“Are you happy with him?”

Ahana didn’t answer immediately.

And that silence made Vikram smile sadly.

“I thought so.”

His voice softened.

“You loved me once.”

Ahana’s eyes flickered.

“And I still love you.”

Her breath caught.

Vikram misunderstood the reaction.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, Ahana,” he said gently. “You were forced into that marriage. Everyone knows it.”

She shook her head.

“It’s complicated.”

“Of course it is,” he said quietly. “You’re married to the man who stole your wedding.”

Ahana turned away.

Below them…

Aryaman had just looked up.

And the first thing he saw was Vikram standing close to Ahana again.

Too close.

Talking softly.

Ahana wasn’t pushing him away.

From where Aryaman stood, it looked almost intimate.

His jaw tightened.

Across the hall, Radhika noticed the shift in his expression.

She followed his gaze upward.

Ah.

So that was the woman. The tension was obvious even from downstairs.

Aryaman set his glass aside.

“I’ll be back.”

Without another word, he walked toward the staircase.

Upstairs…

Vikram continued quietly,

“You know, if things had gone differently… we’d be the ones hosting parties like this.”

Ahana shook her head.

“Stop imagining things.”

“Why?” he asked. “You were supposed to marry me.”

His eyes softened.

“And if you were free now… I’d still marry you.”

Ahana looked at him sharply.

“Vikram.”

But before she could say anything more—

A deep voice spoke behind them.

“Enjoying the evening?”

Both turned.

Aryaman stood there.

His presence instantly changed the atmosphere.

Vikram smiled slowly.

“Well, look who joined us.”

Aryaman ignored him completely.

His eyes were only on Ahana.

“You disappeared.”

“I needed air.”

“With him?” Aryaman asked calmly.

Vikram chuckled.

“You sound jealous.”

Aryaman’s gaze finally moved to him.

“I don’t get jealous.”

“Good,” Vikram replied easily. “Because that would be awkward… considering the circumstances.”

Aryaman’s expression darkened slightly.

“What circumstances?”

Vikram shrugged.

“The fact that you married the woman who was supposed to marry me.”

Silence fell.

Ahana’s heart skipped.

But Vikram continued.

“I mean, technically she’s your wife,” he said casually. “But let’s be honest… her heart probably didn’t change overnight.”

Aryaman’s eyes flickered toward Ahana.

The words hit exactly where Vikram intended.

Ahana immediately stepped in.

“That’s not true.”

But Aryaman was watching her carefully now.

Vikram kept talking, completely confident.

“She loved me for years, Aryaman.”

The statement landed heavily.

“And love like that doesn’t just disappear.”

Aryaman’s jaw tightened.

“Is that what you believe?”

Vikram smiled.

“I know it.”

Then he casually placed a hand on Ahana’s shoulder.

“If she had a choice… she wouldn’t be here with you.”

Ahana instantly pushed his hand away.

“Don’t do that.”

But the damage was done.

Aryaman stepped closer.

His voice was calm.

Too calm.

“You should leave.”

Vikram raised an eyebrow.

“Why?”

Aryaman didn’t raise his voice.

But his authority filled the balcony.

“This is my house.”

The two men stood facing each other.

The tension between them sharp.

Ahana stepped between them quickly.

“That’s enough.”

Vikram looked at her.

Then at Aryaman.

Finally he sighed.

“Fine.”

He adjusted his jacket.

But before walking away, he said quietly to Aryaman,

“You can keep the marriage.”

Then his eyes moved to Ahana.

“But you can’t force someone’s heart.”

With that, he walked toward the stairs.

Silence fell.

Aryaman and Ahana stood alone now.

The music downstairs continued as if nothing had happened.

Aryaman spoke slowly.

“You loved him.”

It wasn’t a question.

Ahana looked up at him.

Her heart tightened.

“I did. Like you loved Radhika”

Aryaman laughed faintly.

“Really? Its on me now?”

His voice carried something unfamiliar now.

Something raw.

Ahana stepped closer.

“Aryaman—”

But he continued.

“Tonight,” he said quietly, “you seemed very comfortable standing with him again.”

“That’s not true.”

His eyes searched her face.

“Then tell me something.”

He stepped closer.

“So I can stop wondering.”

Their distance had disappeared now.

“Do you still love him?”

The question hung between them.

Heavy.

Dangerous.

Ahana’s heartbeat was loud in her ears.

Because the truth was something neither of them seemed ready to admit yet.

Just then—

Footsteps approached.

Radhika appeared at the top of the staircase.

She stopped when she saw them standing so close.

Aryaman didn’t even look at her.

His eyes were still locked on Ahana.

Waiting.

And for the first time since that wedding day…

Aryaman Suri looked like a man who was afraid of the answer.

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Originally posted by: Nikvi29

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