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One Year Ago

"Rithvik?" I yelled for the third time, and I swear to God I am going to smash his skull against a wall if I couldn't find him in the next eight seconds.

What sort of Fuckass Moron abandons his girlfriend at his own party? I would think I was God if I could date myself. Moments like these remind me of how lucky I am to have Nyra in my life, I'd honestly date her if I was a man, Hell- anyone would date my best friend, luckily for her, she did not want to come in this lame ass party, Smartass.

Just as I was about to go back to the pool area, where everybody else was. I heard weird noises, moans. They were coming from a distant room, in the very corner of the floor.

I walked towards the room. The door was open, first red flag.

But I kept going, it's like my feet itself are carrying me towards that room. As I got closer, the voices increased to a woman, evidently, faking her moans, and a man, making more noise than her. Poor Girl.

I was about to turn and walk away when,

"Oh...uhm..Ri-Rithvik..ahh" The woman Inside the room Moaned.

This asshole is so DEAD.

I barged into the room only to find my so-called excuse of a BOYFRIEND, Rithvik Vats, and my worst enemy, Adrika Mehra, Naked and gasping for air. Her legs wrapped around Rithvik with perfect ease, as if she had been practising for it, since she was in high school.

I walk towards them, Rithvik, half-naked and Adrika, smirking at me, as if she had proved a point. As if she just got her First Goddamn victory against me.

"Oops" she said, pulling her tousled hair back.

"Didn't think you'd barge in so soon, right Baby?" she said, that filthy smirk plastering on her face again, as she travelled her hands on his bare chest, screaming for a shave and some regard for hygiene. Yikess.

I was disgusted and rooted as I stood there.
Not because my pathetic excuse of a boyfriend cheated on me, but rather because I was puzzled by the fact that he had actually found someone to cheat on me with.

"Don't be so dramatic, Raya. You were never really his type. I thought you knew"

But I am not gonna let her win that easy...
I walked towards her with a wry smile and said, Loud and audible.

"Right. Thanks for reminding me that His type is desperate girls with more filler than self-respect."

There. Snatched that smirk right off her face in one single line.
Thats just how easy Adrika Mehra was. Her favourite way to kill time was to try to annoy people and get insulted in the process.

I step closer, calm as ever, heels clicking on the floor like a countdown.

"Don't flatter yourself, Mehra. You weren't competition. Just a convenient hole."

Rithvik looked at me as if I had started speaking Mandarin.
Annoying.

"And you, Rithvik, stop trying to look intimidating unless you want me to poke your eyeballs out, Afterall, they're the only balls you've ever had" 

and boom, that's how you fix that.
I smirked triumphantly, and walked out, brushing past the dozens of people in this lame ass party. Ignoring Rithvik's screams of sorry.

As I stepped out of the Mansion, I shivered when the cool air hit me.

I needed something, A drink.
Strong.
Vodka.

I got in the backseat of my Black Benz and asked the driver to drive me to LHC.
Lonely Hearts Club.
Nyra's Favourite Club.

I sighed, Resting My back against the leather seat.
I connected my phone to the speaker and put my playlist on, softly humming to the tunes, lost in my own spiral of thoughts, as we the driver started the car.

Urghh.
I am so tempted to commit a crime right now. Nyra had given me multiple signals that Rithvik was a clear mistake, including a three-page folder explaining why she would kill me if she discovered that I had been cheated on.

However, despite the fact that he looked completely different from my type, I chose him, accepted his proposal, and dated him out of pure ego. All in an attempt to get on the nerves of my two overprotective stepbrothers, who are constantly meddling in my life as though I were their biological sister.

I looked at my phone and saw the 7 calls from my elder brother, Reyan Viren Arora.
Correction, Stepbrother.
Then, another 12 missed calls, from my second brother, Rivaan Viren Arora.
Correction, Stepbrother.
And about 5 missed calls, and 8 unread messages, from my actual, real, younger brother, Aarik Viren Arora. 

But I wasn't going to pick it up, let him side with them.
Let him choose them over me.

Anyways, I started scrolling mindlessly through My Insta page.
Thousands of DM's. 

My index finger clicked over one handle. My best friends.
Nyra Agnihotri.

"Thriving from my couch. Mentally at the Met Gala. Spiritually better than all of you."

I chuckled, Looking at the story.
And typed into her comments.

"Can't believe I left the real party girl at home. BRB, crying into my champagne."

 Instant like from Nyra's account.
I smiled.
Nyra is, at this Point, the only person that keeps me sane, and has my back all the time.
Even after I got forced into a boarding school in Switzerland. By my very own Daddy Dearest.
 
I was scared thinking that I would lose her, But no.
Nyra Agnihotri, the first person I saw the moment I stepped out of the plane, in the airport.

Smiling, I put my phone aside.

"We are here, Mam" My driver said, and I got off.

"You can go now, Uncle" I said, straightening my black Mini bodycon, a few inches above my knee.

"But Mam-"
I raised my hand, silencing his any further protests. I was too tired for this shit. 

"I won't tell anyone, don't worry."
I said, and walked, not before seeing the Black Benz drive away into the Darkness of the night.

I walked into the club, The Music buzzing loudly, deafening me.
The harsh white spotlights all over the dance floor, Blinding me.

I walked to the counter, Ignoring the Crowd of people. Brushing past them and finding my way there with practiced ease.

I sat on a brown bar stool and asked the bartender for something strong.
Vodka.

I took the glass from her. I sighed; the moment it made contact with my dry throat.
Cold. Bitter. Strong.
Just how I liked it. 

1st shot.
2nd shot.
3rd shot.
4th shot.
DRUNK.

I dropped my head on the counter table. Breathing Heavily.
Something clicked in me, And I got up, walking mindlessly. Nowhere.
Just then, I bumped into something hard.

I rubbed my forehead, frowning, and looked up to what I had bumped into.
More like, Who I had bumped into.

My eyes widened, even in my wasted, Intoxicated state, I could see him.

Taller than me, A lot..taller than me. Even though I was wearing Heels.
A frown on his face, Chiselled Features, defined jaw, dark hair, Muscles Flexing through his black shirt, rolled up, revealing his veins. Cherry on top.

He opened his mouth, to speak.
None of it reached my ears. And I stayed like that, unmoving, my arms on his abs, threatening to tear out of his shirt.

and then I did, I did move.
I Pulled him by his collar, and....KISSED HIM.

And closed my eyes, collapsing against his hard chest, once again, not before getting a glimpse of his shocked expression turning into a devilishly handsome smirk, through my blurry gaze.

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I frowned as a streak of the harsh sunlight landed directly on my face, Making me frown.
I shifted to the other side of the bed and nearly jumped from my place when I saw a man, His back towards me.

Fuck.

I sat up straight, and nearly fell back on the bed, because of the throbbing headache coursing through me.

Wrapping the sheets around my naked form.
I scanned my surrounding in panic, and got off the bed quietly, trying my best not to wake him up. Put on my clothes and got off the bed.

Bam.

I felt it, the sharp pain in my lower abdomen, I almost cried because of the pain.
Fuck this.
Fuck me.

I walked to the door, somehow, and unbolted it.
Success.

Grabbing my heels, I bolted out of the room and dialled my driver.

"Uncle, It's me, same place, LHC"
I said with a shaky voice.

I saw the Black Benz pull up Infront of me, twenty minutes later, and got in as soon as Uncle opened the door for me.

I rested the back of my head against the seat's headboard, Relaxing my neck a bit.
Fuck.

What will I say to Reyan and Rivaan
Hell- What will I say to Dad, and my stepmom.

It's all my fault. All Mine.

I looked out of the window as the car sped through the empty morning streets of Mumbai.

What the actual fuck did I do?
Who was that Man?
How did I even end up like this?

I pressed my fingers on my temple, trying to ease the throbbing pain behind my eyes.

He could be a serial killer with abs, could be Married, or worse, could be having some disease.
Congratulations, Raya Viren Arora. You officially hit rock bottom in a black mini dress, with vodka breath. All because you couldn't drag your pretty little ass home.

I pulled out my phone.

6 new mails, 3 DMs, and 2 calls from Reyan
A text from Aarik, that just said: "Are you alive or should we inform the morgue?"
Some Audacity He's got. As if he isn't a literal Troublemaker.

I wanted to scream. But my voice was hoarse. Probably from moaning and screaming a man's name I didn't even know. Or at least didn't remember.

The car halted Infront of a huge Mansion.

I should've just told Uncle to drive me to a cliff instead of coming home.
Because waiting right at the entrance, in matching black t-shirts and expressions that could murder on sight, were my Stepbrothers—Reyan and Rivaan. Looking like they've rehearsed this ambush for hours.

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