CBG#1 CHASING HER (UNDERGOING EDITING)

Chp:-7 Rohan Blushed! (EDITED)

ROHAN DEV RAICHAND

I had an overwhelming desire to go to New York, yet I initially resisted. After ending the call, I confided in my friends about the dilemma. They unanimously urged me to go, emphasizing the seven years that had passed. Yup, it's been seven long years since I have seen her!

Finally convinced, I instructed my PA to prepare the jet for an immediate trip to New York. Bid farewell to my friends, I took off and landed a few hours later, heading straight to the 1 Oak celebrity club.

Entering the club, I witnessed everyone congratulating Alia and her friends, presenting them with gifts. Alia—ah, she looked stunning, cuter, prettier, and sexier than ever. Dressed in her gorgeous attire, she radiated natural beauty, not needing any makeup. Her allure could be lethal; if looks could kill, I'd be dead by now. She was the epitome of perfection, surpassing even the most renowned actresses and models.

Yash uncle and Gautam were fortunate to have her in their lives. Both Natasha and her mom stood out as the most beautiful women in the Singhania and Patel families. Aashi and her mom, on the other hand, were as cute as dolls.

Approaching her, I said, "Heartiest congratulations, Katie, Nupur, and my dearest Natalia babe."

She looked shocked, freezing in place. Her friends examined me closely while she frowned at their appraisal.

I continued, "7 years, huh... You look hotter, cuter, prettier, and sexier than before, Alia. I'm honestly saying; don't think that I'm trying to flirt."

A faint blush graced her cheeks as she responded, "Thanks, Rohan. I'm glad to see you. Come join us, have fun, thanks a lot."

"Sure," I agreed, meeting everyone with surprise on their faces.

I hugged each person, and Singhania siblings introduced me to Mr. Pratik Singhania and his family, Yash uncle and Sanjay uncle's first cousin, whom I had met before in Mumbai, long time back.

I continued engaging with everyone, noticing a subtle connection between Riya Goel and Ishaan Mehra.

Approaching them, I asked, "What's going on between you two? Is it some lovey-dovey thing?"

Riya explained, "No, no, Dev bro. Ishaan is special to me—my mentor, my best friend. I seek his advice. He guides me like a big brother, but he's my friend."

I questioned Ishaan, who, at 30, was the eldest in our group. He clarified, "Being 7 years older than her, she comes to me for advice. I'm her secret keeper and BFF." His eyes, however, betrayed deeper feelings for Riya. I made a mental note to discuss this with Ayesha.

Dancing resumed, and I found myself dancing with the boys. My attention turned to Natasha, dancing closely with a tall guy named Siddharth Chaturvedi. Irritated, my hands clenched into fists. Seeking clarification from Kabir, I learned about him, but before he completed saying whatever he was about to say, I couldn't help but join Natasha on the dance floor.

As we danced intimately, desire surged, and the temptation to kiss her became overwhelming. Yet, I restrained myself, fearing a potential gap and her disappearance for years. I resolved not to let that happen; she was mine, and I would pursue her relentlessly.

Exiting the club momentarily, I stood outside, immersed in my thoughts. Closing my eyes, all I could see was Natasha—her smile, hair, eyes, skin, every part of her. She drove me crazy, and I acknowledged it with a loud mumble. A wide smile crept across my face as I declared, "You are mine, Natasha Alia babe."

Abruptly, someone poked me multiple times, breaking my reverie. Irritated, I turned to find Ishaan, Ayesha, Kabir, Soham, and Sanya smirking.

Ishaan chuckled, "Breaking news. Rohan Dev Raichand has gone crazy because of a girl. Finally, bro, finally, you like someone for real."

Ayesha and Sanya teased, "Awwww!!! Our Ronny boy is in looooveeee. When and how did this happen?"

Reluctantly, I spilled the details of what transpired seven years ago and how I felt after seeing Natasha again. They playfully exclaimed, "Ooooo Ronny boy likes Natasha."

Soham advised, "Go for it, young brother. We Raichands never share what is ours and never take no for an answer. Think about it and act before it's too late."

Ayesha added, "Yaya, Mr. Cocky Raichands," while Sanya advised me to pursue Natasha and make her mine.

She remarked, "Look at you, I've never seen a blush like this before whenever we talk about your other girlfriends. God, Rohan. Work hard to make her yours and be her boyfriend, the real one. Who knows, maybe she might be your true love; she might be the one for you, you may never know."

Later, we returned inside, had dinner, and eventually left. The weight of my feelings lingered, and I knew I had to consider the possibility.

DAMN NATASHA ALIA SINGHANIA.........!!!!!

I WILL MAKE YOU MINE, NATASHA ALIA SINGHANIA...........!!!