Two weeks ago, you caught your boyfriend cheating with your best friend.

That chapter of your life was over. Or at least, that's what you kept telling yourself.

This weekend was supposed to be peaceful. A lazy winter afternoon, your favorite show playing in the background while you enjoyed the first weekend in a long time that didn't feel painful.

A knock echoes through your house. You thought it's your Takeout. But when you open the door, you freeze.

Bouquets. Hundreds of them. Your favorite flowers fill the path from your front door all the way to the gate.

"What the..."

Your eyes catch a small ivory card tucked between the flowers closest to the door. You pull it free to read the message.

"You're prettier than these flowers, Darling."

~ Armaan.

Your breath catches. It's not your ex. It's His older brother.

The same man who always checked if you'd gotten home safely. The same man who remembered your coffee order when his brother forgot your birthday. The same man whose eyes always lingered a little too long before looking away.

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Someone cleared his throat outside at your gate. You look up and there he is. Hands in his coat pockets and watching you read the card.

A slow smrik spreads across his face when your eyes meet.

He says deliberately. "So... Am I getting a thank-you?"