Vani FF - Phir Le Aayaa Dil

Chapter Eight

Hello Vani Hearts ❤
Poorva here.
I am back with an update after a really long time. Was running a little low on inspiration. Please forgive me. I really hope you enjoy the update. Do tell me your favorite scene. A very special thanks to my sweet heart mastmagan for helping me with every little detail.

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The beach streched alongside the shore. The waves came back again and again in their reassuring way, as if their joy is to soothe the sand. The night sky is embroidered with twinkling stars. The primrose sand feels warm and the briny air feels cool. Bani relaxed listening to the percussion of the waves. Her eyes were steady to the horizon as it looked almost like a vintage photograph. Coming to the beach after a hectic day felt so comforting.

She looked around. The sight of Tarun along with other Naag Naagins met her eye. They were here to assist her. Trying to navigate their way through the party while staying away from the Cheels. They were looking for Balwant's men who were going to do the drug deal. "Jitni unchi udaan bhar sakte ho bharo Balwant Singhania lekin ab tumhe tumhaare har gunaah ki sazaa milegi. Mann toh karta hai abhi tumhaari jaan lelu lekin maut se battar zindagi milegi tumhe. Naag vansh ke saath insaaf hoga." Bani spoke to herself as her eyes glowed an aggressive red and scales appeared on her back. She prayed to Bholenaath for enough strength and courage to fulfill her purpose.

She took a few moments to breathe and calmed herself down. Note had to be taken that the decoration was impeccable. She can definitely use some ideas for future projects. Everyone seemed to have a lot of fun. Ponky leaned back and danced under a boat oar playing limbo as everyone cheered for him. Others were clicking pictures. Daksh was playing tug of war with beach towels. People at the bar were playing truth of dare. Monil was playing volleyball at the net. Where was Veer? He was not at the dance floor or the bar or the shore. Had he not come?

"Jiske sochkar hi chehre par muskurahat aa jaaye woh khoobsurat khayaal ho tum." Bani's phone pinged. It was a message from Veer. She looked to her right then to her left and at the back. He was nowhere in sight.

"Mere bina bechain ho rahi ho?" came another message. She read it and ignored it.

"Tumhaari khoobsurati ka kaayal ho gaya hoon. Tumhi bataao tumhaari nazar utaaru ya tumhe nazar bharke dekhu?" She is not just a woman. She is rare. Kind. And gorgeous.

"Jahaan kahi bhi hi ghoorna band karo Veeranshu." Bani exhaled a breathe. She did not want to think about Veer. She has come to this party for a purpose. She will expose the drug peddling and get the Singhania's punished. Get Veeranshu punished if he is involved. There is a sincere possibility that he is involved in this illegal activity, her brain thought. She did not understand why her heart was hoping against it. Her inner voice wanted to ask him his truth.

The Moon's light had just turned the world aflame when Veer looked at her from a distance. She was standing alone. Wearing a navy blue off shoulder button through dress, it's belt clinching her waist. Her hair twisted in a loose half bun. The delicate chain of her sling bag adorning her shoulder. A silver bracelet on her wrist. Veer loved her curves. He knew a sculptor would not have fashioned her silhouette even if they tried.

"Hey" A stranger approached Bani. She was puzzled.