In a distant marriage with her brooding husband, Ayan, Adira Khanna has resigned herself to a mundane life. However, fate has different plans when Ayan's childhood friends plan a week-long trip to Goa. Little did Adira know that this vacation would...
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Chapter 4 I Knew You Were Trouble
ARJUN
I felt like a fool, a complete ass fool.
As I drove amidst the winding roads of Goa, enjoying the change of scenery from bustling city to bountiful greens. I had meticulously planned this week-long reunion trip with my friends, but a whirlwind of emotions washed over me with each passing mile.
This week was meant to be a carefree and enjoyable adventure, a time to let loose and indulge in the pleasures of life. Goa was meant to be a place of freedom and exhilaration, where worries were left behind and inhibitions were shed. A perfect mix of surf, turf and beaches, a place full of rave parties, amazing nightlife, casinos, flea markets and I won’t even start on the topic on blondies and brunettes.
But here I am, like a fool who ensured that everything was perfectly organized for the enjoyment of our group, now feeling my feet getting cold because of the bane of my existence. There was a sense of unease that gnawed at the back of my mind, brought on by the warm and forbidden presence of Adira, my best friend’s wife.
A hint of a smile plastered my face as I remember the first moment I met her, even before she was Mrs. Khanna. I met a girl who was fierce yet innocent, unapologetic yet kind and beautiful with those captivating hazel eyes.
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I strode confidently towards coffee machine in our office, my mind preoccupied with an important phone call. Lost in the conversation, I barely noticed the approaching woman until it was too late. The collision caused her coffee to spill all over my shirt, leaving an infuriating stain.
"Watch where you're going, would you?" my irritation seeped into my voice as I examined the unwelcome blemish on once impeccable attire. "Look at my shirt now!"
I looked at her professional ensemble. Her pristine white silk shirt and black flare pants hugged her curvy and petite figure like a second skin. Usually, I would prefer tall and slender girls, but there was something in her that made her so magnetic. Her hazel eyes sparkled with intelligence, and her dark brown waves were gathered in a ponytail, adding a touch of sophistication.
” Well, well, Hazelnut," I sneered, unable to contain my annoyance, "looks like your clumsiness knows no bounds. Can't you handle a simple cup of coffee?"
Her eyes flashed with anger, fuelling my irritation even further. She fired back defensively, "Don't you dare call me Hazelnut! And maybe if you weren't glued to your phone, you would have seen me coming!"
I raised an eyebrow in disbelief, her words striking a nerve. "Oh, so now it's my fault?" I retorted; my frustration evident. "How about you take some responsibility for your own lack of coordination?"
"Oh, please!" she replied, her frustration evident in her voice. "I'm not taking any responsibility for your lack of awareness. It's not like you're the perfect embodiment of grace either."
