MEANT TO BE (BL)

It's been two days since Ralph went on his business tour, and it may take a week to return. I was paranoid; I was getting updates, but I still couldn't help. Ralph is mature but has never made any mature decisions till now about his personal life, so that is the perfect reason for being paranoid. Keeping an eye on someone like a stalker is stressful, but I never felt the same when I was in college. Is reaching my thirties already hitting me?

Asher was calm, like, Hell no, no move, nothing from his side till now. It's been over a month, and still, he has not taken any steps; his calmness is stressing me out. My career was intact, so our conversation was effective, not that I worried about his bloody threat anymore. Asher has not contacted me, and I can't help but be scared of whatever he is scheming.

Azgar was calling and taking updates about Ralph; there was nothing new to update. Physically, he was okay, not mentally; anyone could see that from far away. Another task was at hand that needed action, but I was not getting how to do something related to mental health just like that. No wonder a few gray hairs started showing, and it's officially confirmed I am in stress.

I barely made any moves on Ralph out of fear, and my quarter-cent move would be blocked then and there. The progress I am making in my career is phenomenal. I want at least a 1% improvement in my personal affairs.

Does anyone think I kind of deserve it?

To relieve my stress, I always fall into devil dung that would be my mom's nest. It was always the worst idea, but I couldn't stop myself from at least hanging out in her apartment irrespective of the outcome, which always pointed fingers at me. She clearly should take a big break from her blatant acquisitions, but I don't think she was going to take one till her last breath, and I am damn sure that I would never get used to it. Nope, not in this life.

I would meet my friends Archie and a few others for drinks just to take my mind off everything but not to discuss things that were happening. Archie knows a glimpse of what's happening but not in detail, and I don't want to get in-depth and pour everything out. I should discuss it with them, at least with Archie; maybe their suggestion will be helpful, but pouring everything out means I should pour details related to Ralph, and I can't do that. The entanglement of our lives amuses me; one life is dependent on another, but at the same time, it's not.

I received a message from Ralph's bodyguard about their landing, and a sigh escaped from me. He will keep going on business trips every now and then, meeting new people, and Asher would seize one of the opportunities for sure. I can't stop anything; everything doesn't work under my control. Ralph is bound to meet Asher, and I am afraid of meeting consequences. Asher will turn the table, but I hope things will be different this time, and I have to make sure of it. How? Being myself and running away from everything has proved disastrous. What the hell was the solution sticking to Ralph irrespective of the consequences?

Playing with my heart. Pledging my heart irrespective of the outcome.

I started wrapping my work in haste. Too much thinking was going to kill me before I would be heartbroken once again. Can't I be positive at least for my sake?

After reaching my apartment, I checked on Ralph, who was already asleep; it was only 9 pm; maybe he was tired, and I made my way to the room.

Watching Ralph sleeping in my own apartment was priceless; nothing can be compared to this happiness. I didn't feel an ounce of this feeling when I accomplished everything, and I sweat my blood to achieve where I was. I huffed, why the hell do a lot of things not make sense? My sweating blood is not worth anything, and my accomplishment is not a reason for my happiness, but Ralph sleeping does bring a lot in me, and I don't know how the hell I should preserve my happiness.

I was staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror; water droplets were flowing, and I was tempted to find something. Maybe some positive attitude—that's it. I repeated myself to stay positive, but my reflection was replaced by Asher's smirking in return. Just what I needed at this moment; even his reflection can shatter something in me. I am letting him get to me too much; if things go this way, it doesn't take long; he would conquer Ralph back with pride. Over my fucking dead body, I yelled at the reflection. I was staring intensely at Asher's reflection, and the reflection was replaced by my own determined gaze.

The next day I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Once I was done, I was making my way to wake Ralph when he entered; without wasting a second, he started gulping the food. I was good at cooking, I knew, but he was proving my cooking skills way better. I joined him, leaving the large portion to fill his belly.

The days were flowing, and both of our routines were the same. Work, eat, sleep, and drink. It's been two months since he has not spoken with his family and friends. Thank God I am not worried in the slightest, but the gap was too much. According to Azgar, he never dragged this long, and they were worried sick. I gave constant updates about everything even though I was irritated to the peak, but I knew my updates were not what they wanted but seeing him. I don't give a damn about Azgar rambling, but these things cannot be ignored. I need to do something about his mental health; this can't be prolonged.

It was the weekend, and I was terrified to get up from my bed in my own apartment. I was dreading my cleaning duty. Still, I woke up after finishing the bathroom business, made my way to the hall, and halted in my steps. My anger easily reached boiling point when I saw his room and the state of the hall. For fuck's sake, he had returned from the bloody business trip yesterday noon. How the hell can a guy be this dirty?

Ralph was awake. He was not bothered by the things that were lying on the floor; he was in front of the TV eating. He bothered to heat the leftovers; I am fucking shocked.

I cursed underneath and started cleaning from the kitchen. It took a few minutes. I was in the hall when I was almost done. To my already burning anger, more fury was added when he was giggling loudly. I took an oath then and there: if he was not ending up with me, I was not going to date any rich guy in the damn future.

The giggle was getting more and more checking my sanity. "Ralph." Without turning. "Yeah." I glared at his back. "I am also working; don't you think I need a peaceful weekend, at least one I deserve, right?" He paused the show and turned toward me. I relaxed my features. "Ok." He was confused; he was not getting what I was bloody talking about unless I cleared him. "I can't clean everything by myself." "OK, what do I need to do? You should teach me, as I don't know anything."

I was taken aback, and his response threw me off. He was giving me expected, eager, willing eyes, and I can conclude he didn't just say it to please me, but he meant it. "I can help you whenever I am free; just tell me what I need to do." He was smiling, and I was more smitten. This guy is giving me more and more reasons why I have fallen for him.

I would never expect this response from any other guy in his rich, elite position. He could have given any other suggestion with his money he could have hired a full-time cleaner, but he was ready to give a hand. Damn, it made me fall even harder for that face.

"Tell me." My trance was broken but I felt lost deeply. How the hell can I inform him to do something after receiving such a response? I cleared my throat which felt dry for some reason. "It's ok for now I will let you know next time." "Ok." He resumed watching.

Once again, it's proved dating and leaving with him is easy peasy.