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Anaya forced herself to stay busy, rummaging through her wardrobe even though she wasn't really searching anymore. Her hands touched random clothes, moving them from one side to another while she pretended to ignore the heat lingering in the air.
She knew Rudra was still watching her.
She felt his gaze on her, burning through her like a silent challenge.
"Velvet," he called out smoothly.
Anaya's hands froze mid-motion.
She swallowed. Don't react, Anaya. Just ignore him.
But ignoring Rudra Singhaniya was like ignoring a storm when you were standing in the middle of it.
She could hear him stepping closer, the soft click of his shoes against the floor.
"Didn't count, huh?" His voice was lazy, teasing.
Anaya shut her eyes tightly. Why did I even say that?
She felt something light touch the back of her hair.
A faint tug—barely there, but enough to make her heart jump.
Rudra was playing with a loose strand of her hair.
"How cute," he murmured.
Anaya turned around instantly, stepping back. "Aap—"
She stopped when she saw his expression.
Smirking. Mischievous. But his eyes—his eyes held something else.
Something unreadable.
Something dangerous.
"Go," she blurted out.
Rudra arched a brow. "Hmm?"
"You came here to change, right?" she rushed out. "So just go and change!"
Rudra let out a soft chuckle, stepping back finally. "As you wish, Mrs. Singhaniya."
The way he said it—slowly, deliberately—made her stomach twist in ways she wasn't prepared for.
She turned away quickly, squeezing her eyes shut.
Oh God, he is impossible!
With that, Rudra finally left the room, leaving Anaya standing there, her heart still racing.
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Ria stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, adjusting the thin straps of her black dress. The silk hugged her body in all the right places, accentuating the curve of her waist and the length of her legs. The asymmetrical hemline showed just enough skin to tease but not enough to reveal too much.
She reached for her brush, running it through her long, jet-black hair, letting it fall in sleek, straight strands over her bare shoulders. The dim golden lights in the room cast a soft glow on her, highlighting the sharp elegance of her cheekbones and the flawless, porcelain quality of her skin.
Next, the lipstick.
Deep red. Bold. Daring.
She twisted the cap open and leaned in, her steady hand gliding the rich color over her lips. The moment the pigment touched her skin, she transformed—not just into a woman dressed for a night out, but into a force that couldn't be ignored.
She smirked at her reflection, her fingers grazing her collarbone as she reached for her perfume. A soft mist of vanilla and musk settled over her skin, the scent intoxicating.
Satisfied, she turned on her heel, her stilettos clicking against the floor.
Six inches of pure power.
Jimmy Choo.
With a final glance in the mirror, she picked up her clutch and stepped out of her room, her every movement exuding confidence.
As she walked down the corridor, the air shifted.
She knew she looked good.
She felt good.
And she didn't need anyone's validation for it.
But then—
Her eyes flickered to the right.
A familiar figure walked toward her from the opposite end of the corridor, his presence alone commanding attention.
Ravi.
He wasn't dressed in his usual casual attire. Instead, a fitted dark suit stretched over his broad frame, accentuating the sharp angles of his physique. He had a file tucked under his arm, and his dark eyes carried their usual intensity—unreadable, calculating.
He stopped when he saw her.
Ria did too.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
The silence was thick, crackling with unspoken thoughts.
Ravi's gaze swept over her, slow and assessing, lingering just a second too long on her lips before flicking back to her eyes.
Something unreadable flashed across his face.
Ria forced herself to remain composed, even as a slow heat crawled up her spine.
She lifted her chin slightly, as if challenging him to say something.
But he didn't.
Instead, he turned away, as if dismissing her completely, and started toward the stairs.
She clenched her jaw.
That was it?
After everything, after that night in college when she had seen a different side of him—one that wasn't just composed and unreadable but also dark, bold, possessive—he was just going to walk away?
Her fingers tightened around her clutch.
No.
"Sunno."
The word left her lips before she could think twice.
Ravi stopped.
His posture stiffened for half a second before he turned his head slightly, his expression unreadable.
She swallowed. "Can you… drop me somewhere?"
A beat of silence.
Then, Ravi's lips curled into the faintest smirk, amusement flickering in his dark eyes.
"Sunno?" he echoed, tilting his head slightly.
Ria pursed her lips, already regretting her choice of words.
"Forget it," she muttered, ready to brush past him.
But before she could, his deep voice rumbled through the air.
"Okay," he said, his smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth.
He turned fully toward her, his gaze steady and unreadable.
"Come."
And just like that, the game between them started once again.
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Ravi kept his grip firm on the steering wheel, his jaw set tight. He wasn't looking at the road anymore—at least, not consciously. His focus kept shifting, drawn back to her.
Ria sat in the passenger seat, scrolling through her phone, completely unbothered by his silence. She looked effortlessly elegant, the golden glow from the streetlights casting soft highlights on her smooth skin. The faint scent of her perfume—vanilla and jasmine—filled the car, a scent he'd grown too familiar with over the years.
He hated it.
Hated how he could still recognize her perfume from a mile away. Hated how his body tensed at her presence. Hated how, even after all these years, his heart still reacted before his mind could shut it down.
But most of all—
He hated that she would never be his.
She didn't even know.
Didn't know that for as long as he could remember, he had feelings for her.
Feelings buried so deep under years of restraint, of duty, of knowing that she wasn't meant for someone like him. She was Ria Singhaniya—the pampered, fiery princess of the Singhaniya family. And he? He was just Ravi Mehta. Rudra's right-hand man. Loyal to a fault. Someone she tolerated at best, someone she'd never even consider.
And now, she was meeting Karan Kukreja.
His cousin. His childhood friend.
Someone who actually could be the perfect match for her.
Ravi's grip on the wheel tightened.
Perfect. That's what Karan was. He had the charm, the wealth, the status. Everything Ria would need in a man.
Everything I could never give her.
He swallowed the bitterness rising in his throat. It wasn't his place to question her choices.
But when he finally pulled up in front of the venue—a high-end club that screamed luxury and chaos all in one—his patience snapped.
Ria reached for the door handle, but before she could step out, his voice cut through the air.
"Are you seriously going in there?"
She stilled.
Ravi exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "It's too… pub-y. Too wild."
Ria turned to him, an irritated glint in her eyes. "And your job was to drop me here, driver. Now your job is done. You can leave."
The way she said driver—like she was reminding him of his place—shouldn't have stung. But it did.
His eyes darkened.
"Fine," he said, his voice colder now. "Do whatever you want. But go home by yourself."
Ria frowned. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me." His fingers flexed around the wheel. "You know you're too—"
Her eyes narrowed. "Too what, Ravi?"
He pressed his lips into a firm line.
Too innocent.
Too reckless.
Too unaware of how many people were willing to hurt her, break her, ruin her.
But she wouldn't listen. She never did.
"Forget it," he muttered, looking away.
Ria scoffed, shoving the door open and stepping out in one swift motion. "Exactly. Forget it."
She slammed the door behind her, not sparing him another glance as she strutted toward the club entrance, her heels clicking against the pavement.
Ravi watched her go, his fingers curling into fists on his lap. His throat tightened as he forced himself to say the words out loud, even if only to the empty space beside him.
"You're too innocent, Ria," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
She was already far away when he added, "You deserve better."
His gaze flickered to Karan's car parked near the entrance.
"If you choose him instead of me," he murmured, his voice laced with quiet resignation, "it'll be better for you."
Because she would never be his.
Because he would never tell her.
He exhaled shakily, tilting his head back against the headrest, eyes shutting for just a second.
"Goodbye, future wife…"
The words slipped out before he could stop them, raw and filled with a pain he had no right to feel.
Then, quieter, almost as if he was correcting himself—
"Or… never my future wife."
And just as the last syllable left his lips, Ria suddenly turned around, her brows furrowing slightly.
As if someone had called her.
As if, somehow, she had felt it too.
But when she looked around, there was no one there.
Ravi quickly turned his face away, blinking rapidly to keep the emotions at bay.
Because no matter how much he wanted her, no matter how much it hurt—
Some things were never meant to be.
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The engine roared as Ravi drove away, his grip on the steering wheel tight, his mind a chaotic mess. The city lights blurred outside his window, but nothing could distract him from the heaviness in his chest.
Inside the club, Ria stepped onto the glossy marble floor, the low thrum of music vibrating through the air. Neon lights flickered above, illuminating the lavish setting. The scent of expensive perfume, alcohol, and anticipation filled the atmosphere.
As she walked further in, her presence didn't go unnoticed.
A group of friends spotted her first.
"Ria, you're looking so fab tonight," one of them gushed, eyes scanning her from head to toe.
"Something special happening today, hmm?" another teased, raising a brow.
Before Ria could respond, a girl from across the room scoffed under her breath.
"Rich girl privilege," she muttered, her glare locked onto Ria.
Ria, however, paid no attention. She was used to the envy, the whispers, the stares—both admiring and resentful.
Instead, she smiled at her friends and adjusted the sleek hem of her black dress, the soft shimmer of fabric catching the lights. She could feel the attention on her—the lingering gazes of men and the subtle glares of women—but none of it mattered.
Then, a familiar voice cut through the chatter.
"Ria."
She turned, her gaze meeting Karan's as he stepped toward her.
He looked sharp, dressed in a well-fitted blazer, his confidence effortless. His eyes roamed over her, appreciation flickering in them as he stopped in front of her.
"Wow," he breathed, a smirk playing on his lips. "You look absolutely stunning tonight."
Ria blinked, tilting her head slightly. "Tonight? What's so special about tonight?"
Karan chuckled, slipping his hands into his pockets. "You'll see soon enough."
There was something in his tone—something that sent a strange feeling crawling up her spine. Excitement? Uncertainty? She couldn't tell.
But what she did know was that tonight… something was about to change.