(Name change. Original name: The Bad Girl)
Anaisha Singhaniya was St. Xavier's most notorious student. She smokes, bullies, wears short clothes, gets just passing grades, and even rides her own bike. But she mostly stays aloof with her gang and alwa...
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Anaisha adjusted the Pallu of her orange net saree on her shoulder and carefully climbed down the stairs. The entire villa was once again decorated with many warm yellow fairy lights, marigold, and jasmine flowers. This time the guests were plenty but guests of honor the Singhaniya's were missing, except of course Anaisha. She was sent in by Abhinav and Minal to look at the arrangements.
As she looked around for the event manager, Sukanya, she dashed into a man who looked out of place. The tall man was dressed in a baggy hoodie and ripped jeans. She frowned eyeing him from top to bottom and when her eyes met his gaze, she raised the corner of her arched eyebrow.
"What, dude? You didn't even have time to change?" She scrunched her nose. The man let out a hearty laugh and leaned in for a hug, but she slapped his arms away,
"Priyank, this is how you show up at my niece's Naamkaran ceremony?" She folded her arms and glared at him.
Priyank shrugged, - "You stay in Seattle and I stay in New York. Then, you inform me after you come to India. This is how you deserve to see me in your niece's ceremony." He said matter of factly.
Anaisha rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm, - "Let us see if Abhinav has something for you in his closet." She pulled him and he reluctantly agreed but made a point that he was taller than her brother.
Hasan wasn't awkward until he parked his beetle car and walked through the lawn. Fidgeting with the ribbon of the gift wrap, he stepped into the mansion and cluelessly looked around at the sea of unknown faces. With uncertainty, he continued to drag his feet and stopped to admire the decorations. A small havan altar was in the center of the hall with a pundit and few people around it. Hasan stretched his neck for a better look and noticed a couple in traditional attire sitting opposite the pundit. The woman in magenta banarasi silk saree held a baby in her arms. He smiled thinking of the first time he had seen the baby, that night was crazy but culminated into happiness.
As he moved his gaze away, he noticed the only familiar person. Anaisha. She was climbing down the stairs with a man.
He hurried to the stairs but stopped at the feet of the stairs and looked up. Anaisha was busy talking with the guy next to her. Hasan couldn't help but admire her. She looked stylish in a deep V-neck colorful floral jamdani sleeveless blouse and orange net saree that had some booty work. Her long hair curled at the ends and rested neatly on one shoulder while the rest cascaded at the back.
Anaisha held the railing, mindlessly stepping down whilst keeping her gaze on Priyank. At a point, she moved her hand to gesture, and it was then, she missed a step. Her heart skipped a beat as she couldn't steady herself. Priyank raised his hand to hold her arm but she hunched forward. Luckily, a pair of arms grabbed her waist. She held his shoulders and closed her eyes. A shudder. A strong exotic smell of ittar hit her senses, tantalizing her.
She heaved moving back and pushed aside the soft curls of hair from her neck and face.
