Teaser Tuesday #2 | Until You Came Along

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Until You Came Along finally has a date—November 14th, 2025! ♡

Check out the second teaser below ;)

About the Story:

While love may be simple in principle, complications often arise when the heart is divided between two people.

In Aumora Puri's world, love was meant to be effortless and magical - until she fell for two men. Though living comfortably amid her unusual love triangle, it eventually shifted to a state of fear. She grappled with the possibility of her secrets being exposed before she decided on her next course of action.

Will Aumora be able to keep the truth concealed, or will fate win the day? Dive into her tangled tale of love and deceit and uncover her chosen path in Until You Came Along.

(Please note: This sample is lightly edited and may be subject to change before publishing.)

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Aumora Willow Puri

In the Blink of a Flash Forward

Session five

My eyes brimmed with tears as Kingston was in my peripheral vision, trying his hardest to mask his pain, though it was evident in his low eyes, deep frown, and slumped shoulders.

I tried blinking back tears, but they fell anyway, ruining the eyeliner I’d perfected before leaving home.

“Talk to Kingston, Aumora. What’s the cause of those tears? Express the feelings behind them,” Our therapist, Dr. Torres, said.

For the last three months, she’d been helping us rebuild our relationship and work through our issues. I occasionally caught her bronze-colored eyes bounce over me with judgment, just as Kingston’s did. Or maybe it was all in my head.

“Kingston,” I turned to him and whispered, then cleared my throat. There wasn’t much space between us on the forest-green loveseat, yet he felt far away. “You have to know that I love you,” I started again, louder this time. “Deeply.”

Ever since my secrets got exposed, I reminded him at every turn.

People said love wasn’t enough sometimes, but right now, it was everything.

Our immense love was the main reason we refused to give up on each other; I knew it was why he had given me another chance.

“Yeah,” he said softly, eyes searching mine like he was still trying to find the woman he thought he knew. Those deep browns held the power to either uplift or crumble me. “That’s what you keep sayin’, anyway,” he murmured, tearing his stare away, as if even looking at me hurt him.

“Just when I think things are getting better… just when I think we’re moving on and are good again, you…” I sobbed in my hands, and the pain took me back to the last time I cried that hard.

I hadn’t felt this kind of crushing sadness since my first heartbreak at fourteen, when my neighbor’s non-driving ass accidentally ran over my poodle. I’d only had Pocket for two weeks, but he was my best friend.

At least with Pocket, I knew who to blame. This heartbreak didn’t come with headlights or apologies, just the mess I’d made myself.

My strength was incomparable to his as he pulled my hands from my face and pulled me closer, my limbs moving fluidly like a rag doll.

“You have your moments. Sometimes you look unsure of me, and I can’t handle it.” I closed my eyes, my chest rising and dropping as I held back from breaking down again. “But I understand.”

Perhaps our love would never be the same; I feared that reality daily, though I knew I had no right to expect anything else.

“Are these sessions even helping us?” I asked, my voice cracking. “It’s been three months—”

He sighed, my name leaving his lips like a prayer. “Aumora…”

“Will you ever forgive me?”

“I have forgiven you, but you gotta stop doing this to yourself. Like you said, I have my moments, and you can’t control that. Neither can I right now.”

I sniffled and nodded.

“I’m still here, aren’t I? Why is that not enough after watching you get fucked by another man?” His words were painful, slicing my heart with the sharpest blade that spiked my veins with excruciating venom. “It should be after hearing you promise him that you’d leave me.”

“I—I didn’t mean any of it… in the heat of the moment I… I was just angry at you for…” I shook my head, at a loss for words. “You’re right,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It’s enough.” I lay my head on his shoulder.

“Remember that when I have my moments.” He lifted my chin with two fingers, forcing my eyes to meet his. “They’re few and far between, anyway. And you’re worried about the wrong thing. What I need is loyalty, honesty, and respect. I deserve that. That should be your only focus when it comes to us.”

His tone softened, but the sting didn’t fade.

“Either you can give me that, or you can’t.”

He dropped his hand from my face, his gaze fixed.

“I’m not just here because you fought for us. I’m here because I want to be.”

“I’ve been giving you that, Kingston. I’ll never betray you again,” I said, my voice trembling, the words pulling deeper from my chest. “As I promised.”

He rubbed through his beard, and I searched his eyes, catching the faint glitter of overthinking—his tell. He used to share every scattered thought with me, but I knew it would take time before he let me back inside his head.

“Then we’re good,” he murmured.

We’d almost forgotten where we were until Dr. Torres cleared her throat, snapping us back from the moment we’d fallen into.

The room stopped spinning, reality finding its way back in.

“Kingston…” She looked at him and smiled warmly. “It seems you still have a little way to go in letting go of what happened. Remember, forgiveness means releasing all anger and resentment. You must free yourself from the offense completely. I don’t think you’re there yet. Would you agree?”

He only shrugged. The love in his eyes never left. They said what his words didn’t: he still adored me. That truth eased something inside me, if only for a moment.

“It’s taking some time,” he confessed. “The whole process is draining as fuck.”

Dr. Torres nodded, her expression balanced somewhere between concern and satisfaction at our honesty.

Compared to our first sessions, we were doing better… a lot better. Twice a month, on Wednesdays at noon, we gave an hour of undivided attention to rebuilding our foundation of trust and thorough communication.

“I still want to spend the rest of my life with her,” he said.

“Tell her that,” Dr. Torres quickly returned, as she often did, reminding us to speak to each other, not through her.

Kingston’s eyes lingered on me before he reached out, tracing my lips with his thumb.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you, Aumora Willow Puri.”

I believed him.

Anyone could look into his eyes and see it. The kind of love that didn’t need words. Kingston loved me deeply, wholly, and that part was never in question.

What haunted me was everything that came after—the what-ifs still circling our future.

Dr. Torres checked the time on her pink Cartier watch, her focus shifting back to the clock the moment our sixty minutes were up. She was brilliant, measured, and compassionate. But she never strayed past the hour. When time was up, it was up.

I didn’t blame her and couldn’t fathom having her job. Hearing other people’s problems, sorrows, and shortcomings every day, despite her own.

Standing from her armchair, she smiled widely, her brown cheeks forming a contagious curve. After every session, I was tempted to request her skin-care regimen. Dr. Torres looked middle-aged, but her flawless brown skin naturally glowed like a youth’s.

“That’s our time. I must say you two are improving beautifully. Communication remains key,” she said.

“I could’ve told you that for free,” Kingston mumbled in my ear as we stood up to leave.

He wasn’t opposed to therapy and believed it helped us, but thought they overcharged. I couldn’t necessarily agree. Most deserved more than they charged for the overload of emotions, baggage, and drama their clients piled on them.

“We appreciate you, Dr. Torres. Thank you so much. See you soon,” I said.

She gave an energetic wave as we headed out of the frosted glass door of her office, Kingston’s hand at the small of my back. His presence made me feel safe, but his touch was a different story. His touch made me feel strong and invincible.

I’d broken his heart and tarnished his trust in me. But he hadn’t stopped loving me.

Every night, I prayed for confirmation on whether this love was worth fighting for.

The signs were in his touch; this man loved me.

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