Our way back is a story jam packed with twists, drama, friendship and love! ❤️
The story originally revolves around 4 friends, Adnan, Rushi, Vishal and Advika, who had separated due to circumstances.
What happens when Advika comes back into their li...
Ugh I hate this, I hate everything, I hate getting ready by myself! Fuck my life! Mansi also had to leave today only.
I sat didn't in from of the mirror curling my hair. I didn't want to go to the party, I wasn't feeling well at all, not mentally not even physically! My thoughts were spread all over the place. I had to leave everything behind and go back to London. It's not like I don't like it there but I didn't want to lose what I had over here, again.
I was just engaged and the ring had bestowed a new responsibility upon me. I hated how the ring felt heavy, not on my fingers but on my heart! I am afraid, am I regretting my engagement already? No, I'll get used to this! I will adjust, I always do!
As I finished curling my hair, I started to put on makeup. After almost one and a half hour I was done getting ready and overthinking. I took my clutch, stuffed my phone, keys, some tissues, makeup in it along with my airpods and put on my heels. Ugh I hate this shitty long heels, I'll probably kill someone with them if anyone pisses me off today, I just hope Vishal doesn't say shit to my face today or else he is dying today at my hands.
Advika's outfit
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I booked a cab and told my parents to not care about when I would return. As if they were going to but anyways I felt like informing.
When I entered the huge banquet of the hotel I was mesmerized by the beautiful decorations and the subtle music playing in the background with the dim lights set the perfect mood for party, but still it couldn't make my mood any better.
I was still cranky, I needed to punch someone! Oh god I so miss Rushi right now! I would use him as my human punching bag and he would get pissed off and then we would fight and my adreline rush would calm down! Rushiiii where are you!!!
Damn it's difficult to keep a straight face when you're having such weird thoughts!
I walked around in the hall, some people met me and congratulated me and I gave them my most fakes smiles and move on.
How long will I have to wait for my Mr. Universe, we have yo give fucking interviews and he isn't here yet! He is such a freak, he takes longer than me to get ready, what to do of him!?
I headed towards the bar at the end of the hall and place myself on a barstool and ordered for a margarita and sit there waiting for my prince charming to walk in.
Fuck , I can't call him that now, not even in my head, it's wrong Advika wtf are you doing!, I mentally slap myself and concentrate on my drink. My gaze falls over to the entrance of the banquet and I am left stunned on the barstool !
This man is going to be the death of me!!!!!
Shut your mouth bitch!, My subconscious scolds me.
Vishal's outfit
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I couldn't help but check him out from top to toe without guilt, he looked hot surely, he brought with him a strong aura of confidence, as he walked past everyone in the hall, people greeted him, congratulated him for the success of our show, girls were practically drooling over how hot he looked and sure wanted to make a move on him, I could read people easily! I knew that the girls literally had their brains dropped between their thighs the moment he walked in!
'Keep your eyes off my man bitches', I felt like shouting this across the hall but kept my mouth shut as he wasn't mine to claim and I needed no more embarrassment in my life.
As I was staring at him, his eyes found mine and the blush started creeping up my face so I swirled the stool looking at the bar counter and took a shot of tequila placed there to calm my nerves. Vishal walked up to me, I felt his presence behind me but I didn't bother to turn around.
"Advika", he called out and only then I turned around
"Hey there", I said confidently.
"We have to give the interview", he told me formally. His tone was killing me.
"Yeah, you should have known that before getting late", I snapped at him. His tone and tequila fueled my confidence to be more bitchy tonight.
It's gonna be a long night!
He doesn't reply just extends his hands towards me. I look at him and his hand with a confused look.
"Fine I am sorry let's get done with the fucking media okay!", He says and I look at him surprised because he said sorry!
I take his hand and get down ignoring all kinds of internal sensations I get holding his hand. I straighten my dress and set my hair back in place properly before we head towards the media. During the interview we behave very sweet and like bestfriends. Vishal left my hand and placed it on my waist during the interview and didn't let it go as we stood in front of the numerous mics.
He sure is very possessive still, his hand moving over my back and on the curve of my waist and as if that wasn't enough that I could also feel his eyes burning into my skin during the whole interview, whenever I wasn't looking at him his eyes were on me, I could fucking feel it!
After the interview and all the fake goodness that I put up, I needed a drink so I headed back to the place I was before as Vishal got busy meeting everyone.
I was least interested and it was good for others if they didn't try to make a conversation with me or else someone is getting killed under my heel tonight!
Fuck my heels hurt already!
I was so frustrated with my life and my constant thoughts that I didn't realise I had had quite a number of shots by now to stop all the weird feelings I was getting. Above all that bastard wasn't talking to me, he didn't even glance my way once after the interview I guess.
Crap! I drank overboard, I knew I did that I shouldn't! Vishal should have been around, he would have stopped me atleast.
Fuck I feel nauseous now! I need to get the fucking tequila out of my system or I am gonna pass out here and embarrass myself.
I got up from the stool and started walking in order to search for a washroom, but I don't know how I landed up in some room of the hotel, but it fine as far as I can clean up myself properly.
I was dizzy and weak with the stress. I knew I was too much worked up since a past few days, mentally and emotionally, more than physically. __________________________________
Gonna switch between Vishal's Pov and Advika's PoV for a few chapters!