Romy watched Monty fall asleep on the couch, his head gently tilted to one side, still immersed in the movie. Romy couldn't help but smile at the sight—Monty, so peaceful, so relaxed, and completely unaware of how deeply he'd captured Romy's attention.
Romy quietly stood up, making sure not to disturb Monty, and carefully scooped him up in his arms. He carried him gently to the bed, his heart pounding a little faster as he felt the weight of Monty's body in his embrace. He set Monty down on the bed, pulling the covers over him as he nestled in beside him.
For a moment, Romy just watched Monty sleep, his breathing steady and soft. A tender smile tugged at Romy's lips, and without thinking, he leaned down and kissed Monty lightly on the forehead. The warmth of the kiss lingered, and Romy found himself just staring at Monty for a few more seconds, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn't quite explain.
But before he could fully relax, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Romy groaned inwardly, annoyed at the interruption. He reached for the phone, swiping the screen and answering without even looking at the caller ID. "Hello?" he said, his voice low, still not wanting to wake Monty.
The voice on the other end was sharp, irritated.
Romy's face fell, a wave of frustration and sadness sweeping over him. His grip on the phone tightened as he muttered, " I'm done with you, I don't want to be in touch anymore. I'm happy with my wife. I don't need you or anyone else. Don't call me again." He hung up with a decisive click, his heart aching with the bitter finality of it all.
The phone dropped to the bed, and Romy lay back beside Monty, his eyes burning with frustration. He turned his gaze to Monty, the one person who, despite everything, seemed to make him feel something real. But at that moment, his thoughts were clouded with disappointment.
As he lay there beside Monty, the room felt quieter, the only sound being the gentle rise and fall of Monty's chest as he slept peacefully beside him. Romy closed his eyes, trying to push away the sadness and allow himself to enjoy the rare moment of peace he had with Monty.
The next morning, Romy's eyes fluttered open to the soft sunlight streaming in through the window. He blinked, taking in the sight of his wife still fast asleep beside him. She looked so serene, so beautiful, and for a fleeting moment, Romy forgot everything else. His lips curved into a smile, and without thinking twice, he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Good morning, my love," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth. The kiss lingered for a second, just enough to make him feel more connected to her.
Romy slipped out of bed quietly, careful not to disturb her, and made his way to the bathroom to start his morning routine. As he stood in front of the mirror, his mind wandered back to the events of the previous night. He thought about Monty, about how complicated everything had become. He had never felt this conflicted in his life, torn between two worlds that seemed so far apart.
He ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply. What am I doing? he thought. How do I deal with these feelings for my wife and still be honest with myself?
Meanwhile, Monty lay in bed, still lost in thought. His mind raced as he stared up at the ceiling. How was he supposed to keep up the act on their honeymoon, pretending everything was normal when his heart was so confused? I'm not supposed to feel this way, he thought, but I can't help it.
He rolled over to his side and looked out the window, the soft morning light casting a peaceful glow across the room. But inside, Monty felt anything but calm. The feelings that had stirred within him over the past few days were still very much alive, and the uncertainty was driving him crazy.
"How do I hide this?" he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "How do I keep pretending like nothing's changed when everything feels different?"
In India, Preem had just discovered something that changed everything for him. He found out about Preety's girlfriend, and he wasn't happy. Anger flared up inside him, and he immediately began plotting how he could take matters into his own hands.
Back in the room, Romy finished his shower and walked back into the bedroom, his towel slung low around his waist. He looked over at Monty, still lost in thought, and felt a wave of longing wash over him. The thought of Monty, the way he made him feel, was almost overwhelming.
But there was still so much to figure out. So much confusion.
Monty turned his head and met Romy's eyes, his heart fluttering in his chest. He couldn't explain it, but something about Romy's gaze made him feel both nervous and excited. It was as if they were standing on the edge of something, and neither of them knew which direction to take next.
Romy smiled, his eyes softening. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and caring.
Monty hesitated before nodding, though the confusion in his eyes didn't escape Romy's notice. "Yeah."
Romy reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from Monty's face. "We don't have to figure everything out right now," he said softly. "Just take it one step at a time."
Monty smiled faintly, but inside, he couldn't help but wonder just how much longer he could keep up the act?