Chuckling, I nestle into his chest and listen to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat, proving this is real. My heart swells with happiness and fulfillment, and a tear escapes my eyes, unable to contain my joy.

All along, we were destined to be together.

But regardless of the arranged marriage, deep inside, I have always known I’d end up with him. It might have taken some time, but the end game always would have been the same.

He was worth the wait.

THE END

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Giana

The hot afternoon air whipped around my blonde hair as I stared out of the window mindlessly. The coffee shops, massage parlors, boutiques, fast food joints, and people out on their lunch breaks zoomed past in a blur as tears formed behind my eyes. I slid my hand from under the box on my lap and wiped away a stream of salty liquid that had found its way down my cheek and into my slightly parted mouth.

I’d heard people talk about their hatred for Mondays, but that was never me.

Monday had always been the best day of the week for me. It was a time of renewal. That day of the week when you started fresh. You were rejuvenated by the long rest of the two-day weekend and ready to go in again. But now, I wasn’t so sure anymore. I wasn’t so sure of anything anymore. Monday was beginning to look like the evil day a lot of people made it out to be.

Why?

I arrived at work this morning in the best mood ever, looking chic in my newly purchased green sleeveless dress that was cinched at the waist and flared gracefully through the skirt.

"Looking snatched, girl!" a colleague called from her table as I made my way in.

I twirled around to give her a 360-degree view of my outfit.

"Snatched!" the colleague repeated, snapping her fingers in the air.

I laughed out loud. "Thank you. It's new. I got it at a shop downtown on sale for fifty bucks."

"What? That's a steal," my colleague let out.

"I know," I replied in a sing-song voice, making my way to my desk.

“I need their deets, ASAP.”

“I got you, girl. I’ll give you the address,” I assured her, and she nodded.

It was almost lunchtime, and I was getting ready to head out when Lana, my boss, stepped out of her office and summoned me.

I stuffed my files into the top drawer and made my way to her office, knocking gently on the white wood door.

"Come in," her raspy voice called from within. She looked up from the book before her, pushed her glasses down her nose, made hard eye contact with me, and motioned for me to take the seat across from her.

I sat on the edge of it, my mind racing through every plausible reason why my boss would want me in her office.

She turned her attention to the book on her table again, thumbing through it with a stern look on her face. After what seemed like forever, she raised her head from the book, delicately removed her glasses, and clasped her hands on the slick white table.

She cleared her throat. "Giana Brookes."

Okay, she never called me by my full name. Now I knew something was wrong. Had a client reported me or something? I didn't think so. I'd always treated our clients well.

But before I could wonder further, Lana's voice cut into my thoughts. "You've been instrumental to the growth of this company, and I really appreciate that, but I'm afraid we're letting you go."

Letting me go where?

Then it dawned on me. My heart started to race so fast I thought it might give out. Beads of sweat formed at the base of my neck and ran down my back.

I dug my fingers into the edge of the table and leaned forward. "What?" I asked in disbelief. "If I've been instrumental to the company's growth, then why