The tension between Anya and Varun had dissipated, replaced by a newfound understanding and trust.
They had spent countless hours together, working on projects, sharing meals, and simply enjoying each other's company.
One evening, as they were walking back from dinner, the city lights twinkling around them, Varun stopped. "Anya," he began, his voice barely a whisper.
Anya turned to face him, her heart pounding. She knew what was coming.
"I think we both know how we feel about each other," Varun continued. "I've been wanting to tell you for a long time."
Anya smiled. "I know," she said. "I feel the same way."
Varun took her hand. "So, what do you say? Shall we give this a chance?"
Anya nodded, her eyes filled with love and hope. "I'd like that," she replied.
Just as they were about to share a romantic moment, Anya's phone rang. It was her boss.
She had to return to her department immediately. An urgent project had come up, and she needed to work on it overnight.
Disappointed, Varun watched as Anya rushed off.
He understood her commitment to her work, but he couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness.
He knew that their newfound happiness was fragile, and one wrong move could jeopardize everything.
As Anya worked through the night, she couldn't help but think about Varun.
She missed his warmth, his humor, his unwavering support.
She hoped that their relationship could weather this storm.
The next morning, as Anya arrived at the office, exhausted but determined, she saw Varun waiting for her.
He had brought her coffee and a comforting smile.
"You look tired," he said, his voice filled with concern. "You should go home and rest."
Anya smiled. "I'll be fine," she said. "But thank you for caring."
Varun nodded. "I'll be here when you're done," he promised. "Just remember, you're not alone."
Anya felt a surge of gratitude.
She knew that she had found someone truly special, someone who would always be there for her.
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