The Prophecy Unfolds
Advaith took another sip from his bottle, his eyes locked on Bivian's.
"I'll help you win Ira's heart, if she's willing. You've made impressive business strides, and that profit margin is enviable." Advaith's voice trailed off, tinged with regret.
"What I didn't know was that you were deeply in love with Ira. You asked Mike and me for help, but you never mentioned your true feelings."
Advaith's expression turned contemplative.
"If only you'd confided in me sooner, I would've advised you to take things slowly. You rushed into proposing, and now... well, we're here."
Bivian's gaze dropped, shame and frustration etched on his face.
Advaith's words struck a chord, echoing Bivian's own doubts.
