Sun rahi hoon sudh budh khoke koi main kahaani
Poori kahaani hai kya, kise hai pata
Main toh kisiki hoke yeh bhi na jaani
Rut hai yeh do pal ki ya rahegi sadaa
Kisse hai pata, kisse hai pata
Sarah's POV:
The dim light of the party gives me a feeling of serenity. I don't know why, but it does.
Everyone is either busy talking or dancing, I'm damn sure some business shit or family drama stuff.
[of course they are in a business party Sarah, they will have business talks, my subconscious mocked me]
Whatever.
Even though I had some light hearted talks with one of our family friends whom I know very well, Suddenly I got a call from mom.
It's her usual time to call me.
My eyes inspected the entire hall searching for a room, but found none. So I started moving my feets towards the corridor, I slid the green button up and received her call.
We spoke for a while, I asked how dad is doing now. Oh you guys didn't know na! Dad recently had a car accident, that is to say I felt like I lost him, but thank god he's fine now.
Finally ending the call with a long sigh I turned around, roaming my eyes across the hall, it seemed like everyone was enjoying it. Letting my eyes went up on the chandelier subconsciously, shockingly the hook of the chandelier is halfly broken and by looking at the present situation it looks like it's going to break any moment. I quickly moved my gaze lower to see Ruh's newly arrived brother in law.
Also one more thing to notice that he was standing right below that chandelier, abhi toh aaya hai itne jaldi marne ke? Wo bhi itna handsome chera leke marna zaruri hai?
To be honest he's actually handsome, mast sharp features like a model WAIT-
Why am I drooling over his face, NO!
While this fall I realized that the chandelier is moving and going to fall anytime.
I waved my hands in his direction to get his attention but failed, god please help me! I don't know what to do, it seems like nobody is noticing it.
I think the last option is to run-
And yes I ran to his direction as fast as I can,
I can feel people looking at me weirdly but I don't care right now. My hairs in the air behind my shoulders, I was shouting at him to move but this pagal ka bacha was looking at me as if I was an alien.
As I felt I'm near him from a distance, I pushed him with all my energy.
But suddenly I felt a sharp but heavy thing fall on me, my eyes were getting blurry because of the weight I felt on my head. The last thing I remember was blood around me and people screaming.
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ARYAN'S POV:
The night is still young, everyone is delighted by the party. Yeah surely I had a few bees around me but who cares? I don't! They kept nagging me with their stupids questions. Are they high on something? Because what makes them think I'll react to their fucking bullshit.
Sitting at the bar counter I was inspecting the hall my eyes fell on huge doors of the ballroom just as it opened, it revealed to be traitors-
Oh I mean Trivedi's
Fucking bastards, they just know how to cheat and steal others hardwork and thats what the younger ones in their family inherited. Khud ka toh kuch hai bhi nhi inherit karne ko! Cheapsters.
As they entered the hall unexpectedly turned shush, whispers were heard around the ballroom.
Me knowing the cause behind it smirked, why not Rathore and Trivedi's are always ready to snap each other's neck. If we explain our relationship in one word then that would be "Rivals".
It comes from our ancestors.
Trivedi's walked towards my family but this narcissist son of Angad Trivedi turned his heels towards me and started moving his feets in my direction. Goshhh what does he want this time! I don't remember his name but his face reminded me of the last time when I broke his jaw.
I smirked, inviting him to walk towards me.
"Hello Aryan, long time no see? Kahi bhag toh nahi gaye the?" he questioned me, smiling sarcastically.
"First of all it's Mr.Rathore for you, second I don't meet those people who are just utterly a waste of time for me. Third kutte bhag jate hai, ek pagal behdiya nhi." I replied with a blank face, counting his all points. In return he just looked at me with an irritating face.
"What do you want, Angad Trivedi?" I asked again, wasting no time with this dickhead.
"Everything that you have." He finally answered with a sickly smirk on his face making my blood boil but I won't let that come on my face. Instead I just showed him his place by my next words
"For that you need to be worthy enough, which you ain't. You bloody cheater!"
Saying that I took the last sup of my wine, saw him clenching his jaw, a fire was fuming in his eyes, that gave me an immense satisfaction. Giving me a stinking eye if left as if I care about it.
As I moved my eyes a bit forward I saw a girl running- huh what?
That tho in my direction, but the question is why? As I tried to look at her face clearly, her hair was in the air. They look so beautiful. How would it feel when I'll touch them? Taking a clear look of her face took my breath away-
Damn she looks like a goddess, her flawless doe eyes looks tense but why? Fuck she's more pretty than I thought her to be. Her button nose was complimenting with a little tiny nose ring, haye mai mar jawa. Her soft pink lips were moving. She was trying to say something or more likely yell at my side but ab une kon bataye mai toh unki es husn mai khoya hua ho. My eyes shamelessly gazed at her up and down realizing she's wearing something traditional, the fact that I hate traditional but she looks like a beautifully done muse. What- what the fuck is wrong with me?? Why am I admiring her like a teenager? This is wrong.
Until I came out of my dilemma, I felt a hard push on my chest making me fall on my back, a powerful pain hits my back but before I realize anything I hear a sound of huge glass breaking, getting up all I saw was glass pieces around me next what I saw next was blood near my shoe.
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