The room reeked of power, money and influence, everyone was busy amongst their own chatters when suddenly all eyes went up the stairs.
" Oh! Mr. Bhowmik, looks like the charm is back" An old man chuckled to another as all the eyes were stuck at the one figure.
Her figure was that of Aphrodite, her body covered with a shiny silver cluster and a slit ending right above her thigh. Her face holding a contagious smile, her eyes twinkled like the stars, her hands waving at the people, her feet came to a hault, as a butler approached her, taking her hand and moving her away from the people's lens.
" I am so fucking tired" she mumbled to herself whilst downing a glass of whiskey on the inner corner of the party away from the people, just her and a bartender.
" Drinking again?" A feminine voice erupted from the back
" Amelia? You are late again! I thought i would die in this boring party alone" the voice erupted in a haste as she pulled Amelia in for a hug
" How could I let my Amaira to die alone?" Amelia chuckled
" You look so pretty, i bet you are going to get some hefty proposals today" Amelia said in a teasing tone, nudging Amaira on her stomach.
" Yah, like there wasn't enough already" a frustrated groan left Amaira's lips
" And leave that, tell me, why are you so late?" Amaira asked whilst sitting herself down on the faux suede couch
" Madam, not everyone has a rich billionaire dad, some people need to work " Amelia said in a mocking tone whilst fixing her hair
" Blah Blah Blah" Amaira made childish hand signals and laid her head on Amelia's shoulder
" You are the only good thing there" an emotional voice tainted from Amaira's mouth
" Don't forget me when you get your man" Amelia joked trying to lighten the atmosphere
" AMAIRA!" a loud voice erupted in their ears making Amaira move away from Amelia
" Yes dad?" a muffled voice asked with due caution
" You shouldn't be here drinking whiskey and gossiping with your friends, you should take the advantage and help get more deals! Is that too difficult to ask you for?" Raghuvansh, Amaira's dad spoke whilst dragging her out of the couch, pushing her to the main room.
Amaira stabled her walk, her watered eyes dried and glossed, her lips in a tinted smile, her heart sinking down with each passing moment but her persona covering each nook and crack of her broken self. She held a glass of Chardonnay in her hand, while her lips erupted in a small laugh, laughing at bad jokes could be called her speciality.
People began to leave, the loud noise in the palace began to shun down, her body felt exhausted but her mind even more. To her shock, Amelia had to leave the party earlier on as she had an emergency case to deal with. Her eyes sank in, as she held another shot of whiskey in her hand, amidst the walls, she was the only person to exist.
" I wanna go to Alvon Club" she ordered her butler
" Ma'am you cannot go now, it is too late and unsafe for you" the butler tried to reason her
Her eyes shot up at him, filled with anger, her voice the drunkest there could be
" Do as I tell you to! And for a matter of fact i can protect myself really well!" Amaira hissed in pain as a broken piece of glass hit her leg.
The butler followed her orders, guiding her to the MacLaren, placing her on the backseat and addressing the driver to take her safely to Alvon Club. Alvon Club, was one of the many estates owned by the Singhania's, the richest one in the game. It was an exclusive club, only for the richy rich and the invited and Amaira fell on the first category. Their relationship with the Singhania's were not the best but she could care less about what her father thought.
Her high heels clicked at the marble as she entered the exclusive club, her feet moved her to the back of the club, that was only meant for the VVVips.
A man decked in a black polo and trousers, smoking a cigar with a bottle of Dom Perignon, in his own company.
Vikram POV:
I closed my eyes tiredly as I let the scotch burn my throat. The bar is unusually stuffy today. Just thinking about all the boring work I have at the firm makes me bored.
I can't believe there's no interesting cases as of late. I sat tiredly in my VIP Couch at the bar, my eyes closed. Thankfully nobody tried to hit on me today.
But then this damn lady just came and sat on my couch as if she owned it, she didn't even ask permission. I could not help but frowned
"What the hell?"
"What?" the lady looked at me as if I was in the wrong
"Why the hell are you sitting on my couch?! It's not some public property to just sit at!" I could not help but yell in frustration i was too tired to deal with morons.
I stood up to face her. She seemed way shorter than me. She looked like an angel, only if she had not acted this way she would be in my bed by now.
" Why are you acting so rude?" she spilled out the words in a drunken tone, her doe like eyes looking at me, it felt like I was brought to heaven. She looked like an angel, a broken one, so perfect yet so damaged. Her eyes shined glossy but they felt like sharp shards of glass hitting my heart one by one, her hair, tangled, as if a storm ran through yet so perfectly set as if ready for a show. She looked so perfect, yet so destroyed. People called me the devil, was this supposed to be my angel?
" Answer me?" her voice blurted out again, her hands holding me by the collar. Oh how i wish I could taint her with the blood of the devil, but, but, she looked too pure for my own good.
My eyes glared back at her as i pull away " Aren't you the rude one missy? Sitting at someone else's table without even asking them?"
" You don't own this place, I can sit wherever i want to!" she pouted, she looked adorable yet fuckable in that pout of hers, I couldn't help but chuckle at her words
" Maybe I do own this" I couldn't help but poke that cute nose of hers
" I don't believe you" She glared back up at me with her doe eyes, was she thinking that she looked scary? Cause i would love to burst her bubble.
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The Devil's Doll
Romance" 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬" "𝐁𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬" In the highlands, lies Amaira Oberoi. To some, a typical rich brat, that spen...
