He’d never been this connected to anything he’d worked on, and his family didn’t even know about it. He didn’t need their approval. He loved this work with all his heart.

This week, they’d moved Hari into his own place. He had a new passport and green card. He was planning a visit home next month to see his parents. The app was a success and they were able to pay him enough that he’d soon be able to buy his own place, or do whatever he wished.

“In that book of yours, Emma, what happens to her?” he asked Naina as she looked over some paperwork they were about to submit to Naman’s office. They were in Yash’s apartment, a.k.a. their temporary office, working long after everyone else had left.

She raised a brow at him, all the accusations she’d thrown at him—not entirely inaccurately—flashing guiltily in her eyes.

“The one who tries to be a matchmaker so she can feel good about herself and fill her boredom?”

She smiled, but there was an apology in her eyes. A hot apology. “She learns that having more privilege than other people doesn’t mean you know what’s best for them. She learns to admit her mistakes and listen to others, and it teaches her to listen to her own feelings too.”

He laughed. “And she finds the love of her life and they live happily ever after.”

He’d been joking, but her face said that was exactly what happened.

“You’re kidding me,” he said. “And this is a book you liked?” Which, come to think of it, gave him great hope. “You’re a romantic, Naina Kohli,” he said, and got all up in her face.

“You wish,” she said, but she did kiss every last bit of breath out of him.

Before he could push the conversation any further, the doorbell rang.

“Were you expecting someone?” she asked, lips swollen, and he shook his head.

They had this paperwork to finish and then he was supposed to meet his sisters for dinner. But that wasn’t for another hour.

The sound of a key starting to turn in the front door reached them, and they jumped off the couch as one. Vansh ran to the door just as it flew open. Three of his sisters stared at him.

What was going on?

“Oh. Hi, Naina,” Nisha said as they came inside and saw Naina standing there, looking suddenly pristinely put together, fully in control of herself. Nothing like she’d looked a minute ago.

“Hi!” she said, and gathered the papers strewn around the coffee table into a neat pile.

Ashna and Trisha hugged her.

“What are you doing here?” Vansh asked, not bothering to hide his impatience.

All four women bristled at his rudeness.