The Drug Of His is Life ✨| 18+|

Chapter 1: The Cupcake Meet 🧁

Author's Pov

So, let me take you on a journey through the reception party happening at Rai's of Ashwini Rai in Mumbai. Picture this: the sun is setting, casting a golden glow over the beach. The sound of crashing waves fills the air, creating a soothing ambiance. And amidst this picturesque setting, everything is meticulously arranged and done to perfection.

Roohi Mehra, the talented and dedicated soul that she is, has taken charge of this grand event. As the dearest of the Rai family and just like Ashwini's Lil sister and Ansh Rai's bestie, she has always been an integral part of their lives. And now, she's showcasing her incredible skills by orchestrating this reception party.

From the moment the guests arrive, Roohi is there to welcome them with warmth and grace. Her genuine smile and friendly demeanor make everyone feel right at home. She effortlessly glides through the crowd, ensuring that everyone's needs are met and that the atmosphere remains lively and enjoyable.

Not only is Roohi managing the guest interactions, but she's also taking charge of the workers. With her exceptional organizational skills, she's able to coordinate their efforts seamlessly. Whether it's setting up the decorations, arranging the tables, or serving the delectable food, Roohi leaves no stone unturned to ensure that every detail is perfect.

As the night progresses, the atmosphere becomes even more enchanting. The soft glow of fairy lights illuminates the beach, creating a magical ambiance. Laughter and joy fill the air as guests mingle, dance, and create unforgettable memories. And through it all, Roohi remains the radiant presence that ties everything together.

Roohi's Pov

Holding a tray of exquisitely crafted cupcakes, I moved gracefully, my gaze focused on ensuring that every guest experienced the epitome of perfection. However, fate had its whimsical ways, and a collision with a dashing young man disrupted the seamless flow of my meticulous plans. The cupcakes, now an unintentional weapon, left a splattering of frosting on the impeccable suit of the unsuspecting victim.

An initial burst of scolding words escaped my lips, a reflex of frustration and embarrassment. However, as my eyes registered the mess I had inadvertently created, my expressions morphed into a symphony of awkwardness. Stepping back, I apologized profusely, offering to rectify the situation with genuine sincerity.

Arnav Singh Shekhawat, the recipient of the cupcake mishap, stood there with a calm demeanor that belied the chaos on his suit. His piercing gaze locked onto me, and a subtle smile played on his lips.

Roohi: "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to turn cupcakes into a fashion statement for you."

Arnav dismissed it with a gesture of nonchalance.

Arnav: "No harm done. Cupcakes can be washed off, but memorable encounters are harder to come by."

As the Rai family arrived to diffuse the awkwardness, Ansh Rai, the irrepressible force of charm, took charge of the situation.

Ansh: "Well, well, what do we have here? Roohi, meet Arnav, the unwitting victim of our dessert ambush. Arnav, meet Roohi, our talented cupcake conductor."

The formality of our introduction was punctuated by Ansh's banter, setting the stage for a connection that seemed to transcend the ordinary.

In the midst of the laughter and introductions, Ansh noticed my embarrassment and leaned in with a reassuring smile.

Ansh: "Hey, don't worry about it. Accidents happen, and I'm sure Arnav here doesn't mind a bit of cupcake frosting. Right, Arnav?"

Arnav nodded, his calm demeanor unwavering.