Petrichor to his Heart

7. OS

In a parallel world, where Black was not the choice and she hated Whites...

Big white glow bolls kept swinging to the rhythm of the soulful beats as she entered the hall filled with cold-hearted men.

Gone was the easy-going young woman, the world had told to grow up and the diva who was making a way through the crowd in the glittery celebrations of someone's victory knew very well how this night was going to end up.

He spotted her just when she took a seat in one of the far corners of the hall as if to observe the happenings of the overjoyed crowd who seemed too much interested in someone else's win but inside, all of them burnt with fires of their very own failure.

Telling his right hand, Farhad to handle the party he walked to the table where the woman he had tried so many times to convince for a date sat with poise to kill people with just one powerful stare of hers.

"so here you come, Pallavi..." he pulled the chair in front of her.

"if you think I would stop correcting you Mr. Rao, then you are wrong...

"Okay okay...got you, Miss Deshmukh." he smiled at the way she turned down any of his attempts to flirt as usual.

"so what brings you to my party today, when I was sure you won't come..." he asked her.

"I like giving surprises..." her eyes shot up suddenly and then as if she spotted someone behind him her eyes took a shade he didn't know she had the power to owe. "sometimes." she turned back to him and just like the surprises she has mentioned, her lips curled up in a beautiful innocent smile.

"Anna, one minute... Mr. Shah is here and is asking about you..." Farhad whispered and the diva focused her stare on the party.

"excuse me, Miss...

"it's your party, the host should not be sitting with one guest..." she cut down his excuses.

"what if he wants to...he smiled trying the charm that failed on her . "|I'll be back in some time..." it was the first time the woman had agreed to something, he had this one chance to make his mark.

"that won't be needed, Raghav Rao..." a quick glance at her watch told her she had to wait for forty minutes to complete her task.

The party buzzed with the fake enthusiasm of men and accompanying them were their women who knew nothing other than supporting their men in whatever they did or sometimes silently observing everything but had no guts to ask the reasons.

The bar was working effortlessly to serve the drinks and with the shots, the people were falling into the stupor she was waiting for.

After meeting and greeting some other influential men of the city, Raghav looked at the corner she was sitting all the while, but she was not there ...

"did she leave, already...she wasn't one such person...or who she was...did he know her at all...?"

He looked here and there but the only thing he could catch in the dim lights were some faces, not the one he was looking for.

Just when he caught a glimpse of the woman he was looking for who was busy with her small purse he heard shouts and cries behind her.

She seemed ignorant of the chaos and kept walking, just like Nyx, the Greek goddess of the night she was creating an aura of darkness around her but he didn't have time to admire her, something had happened at his party.

When she was at some distance she stopped for a while and Her eyes focused on the prey for the night who was dying in front of her, Last few nights ran through her eyes she had spent behind him after the reports had told her about the sick fetishes he was involved in.

"you were leaving without informing the host." a husky whisper blew away her mask.

"thank you for the invitation, I enjoyed the party..." she told him when he scared her the moment she turned to leave the party.

Years of training had made her prepare to change her expressions the moment she wanted and again the diva was back, masking the terrified little girl who was wronged by one such man and was feeling delighted after killing one.

"Sometimes I am afraid who you are, Pallavi?"

"isn't it the reason you are attracted to me, Raghav..." she whispered.

And only after she stared at him from behind the steering of her car, he realized it was the first time she has called him by his first name. Bouts of happiness followed him when he noticed the glimmer of a beautiful but momentary smile on her face.

"Anna...Miss Deshmukh has left something for you," Farhad handed him the small envelope.

"Whenever I visit a party someone has hard luck that night... After this night if you believe a date can work out between us then call me, I won't make you wait this time."

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