Anya and Varun were enjoying their newfound happiness.
Their bond had deepened, and their feelings for each other were undeniable.
However, their idyllic world was about to be disrupted by a familiar face.
Anya was at the office when she saw Varun talking to a beautiful woman.
The woman was laughing, and she seemed to know Varun quite well.
As she approached, she hugged Varun warmly, saying, "I missed you so much. I'm so glad you're doing well."
Anya felt a pang of jealousy.
She had never seen Varun interact with a woman like this.
She watched as the woman continued to chat with Varun, her eyes filled with admiration.
"Who was that?" Anya asked, her voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.
Varun smiled. "That's Maya. She used to work with me at my previous company," he explained. "She's moved to a new job, but we're still in touch."
Anya nodded, trying to hide her disappointment. "Okay," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
As the day went on, Anya couldn't shake the feeling of insecurity.
She was afraid that Maya might try to rekindle her relationship with Varun.
She knew that she had to trust him, but it was easier said than done.
Later that night, Anya confronted Varun. "I saw you with Maya today," she said, her voice trembling. "She seemed...close."
Varun took Anya's hand. "I know you're feeling insecure," he said gently. "But you have nothing to worry about. Maya is just a friend. Nothing more."
Anya looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. But all she saw was sincerity.
"I trust you," she said, her voice barely audible.
Varun smiled. "I know you do," he replied. "And I'm grateful for that."
In that moment, Varun realized how much Anya cared for him.
She was protective, possessive, and fiercely loyal. And he loved her for it.
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