I Hate Luv Stories (✔️✔️✔️)

S1 ⊰|25|⊱ NO MEANS NO

ATTENTION: It's a double update...

Smoke filled the space made for air. There was a big disco light right in the center of the ceiling reflecting light from various colored lights fixed around it.

There were people heavily drunk and dancing like crazy. In one corner of the large sized room was a bar serving drinks to the customers.

Every few meters there were tables where people were having fun drinking shots and dancing like crazy.

In one of the corner, sat Dia and Karan. Karan avoided drinking but Dia was drinking like there was no tomorrow.

I can't believe this is the place he's bringing Swati to; Karan thought to himself.

"Have at least one drink Karan!" She requested but Karan denied as his eyes were fixed at one spot rather one person.

A girl wearing baby pink colored short bodycon dress, that had a transparent puffed full sleeves. She wore a dark red lipstick and a pearl earrings complementing her outfit pretty well.

She wore a white a shimmery white boots that just added on to the amazing outfit of hers.

I had no clue you look this gorgeous anyhow I am doing this for my Bhabz!...after all...you are her sister so it is my duty to protect you; Karan was convincing his mind or more like defining his actions.

"Who are you looking at babe?" Dia questioned him.

"Uhh...nothing...no one." He replied without even looking at her.

Dia was not unaware of Karan's intentions. She'd seen him run around Swati, that really bothered her but who was she to question him about his choices and feelings. No matter how much Swati and Karan assumed they hated each other... everyone knew how much chemistry they shared.

Dia is not your typical hot looking bitch who is a rich spoilt brat or something. Yes, Dia comes from a wealthy family, she wears short and designer clothes, her make up is always on point and she doesn't really need a degree because if her dad wished he could buy her a damn company to work in.

But this did not mean that she didn't know how to love or that she was your typical meanie in college. Reality differs from stories. She also dreams for her perfect prince charming, she also wishes to have her happy ending.

The only difference in her story is that she liked Karan Roy Chand.

Karan has a poor memory so he might not even remember but...

"Please give me my balloon..." A small girl standing in one corner of the park was crying.

Two boys supposedly older to her age were having fun irritating her. They snatched away her balloon that she brought in the park.

"Ha Ha Ha...Look she's crying."

"Awww....Someone's a cry baby."

They boys made fun of her as she cried hard to get her ball back.

Within a matter of seconds, the boy holding the balloon fell on the ground as someone kicked him in the face.

"Ack" he yelled in pain.

"Give her balloon back." A boy who seemed of her age, wearing a yellow jacket yelled at them.