LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

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A A R N A

I have always adored the way the Rajvansh family man has respected their ladies.
I wish I did not expect my future husband to be a rich brat, handsome as hell, but the one who would respect me, and my choices. It's just a small wish, isn't it? Just like Jahnvi Aunt wished.

I could notice the way his palms turned into a fist when Varun hugged me at the doorstep.
Why was that? I couldn't comprehend.

I had to assure him that I was safe and secure.
He need not to be worried about me.

After he left, Varun let me in.

"I am sure he must have punched me seeing like this," Varun said pointing at his bare chest while he showed me the way to the living room. "No, he wouldn't. "

I smiled. No. He was just securing my safety. I'm glad he hasn't lost his protective nature towards women. I adore the way he treats his female fans and doesn't lose the charming aura he holds.
Otherwise, he has lost his everything it seems, his adorning eyelids, his goofy smile, that flirty nature.

I clearly remember last year when he came over to Jaipur in May. And we accidentally collided in the Rajvansh office. His flirty line from that day, while I told him that I like his movies was, "Girls like me, drool over me, take my autograph, take selfies, kiss my cheeks, but you asked nothing, none of them, the admiration in your eyes says something else, I'm sure you haven't been in love with someone else but my eyes and movies."

And man the goosebumps erect on my skin every time I remember that day. The fourth day of May month. It was just a five-minute meet-up between us yet it feels it is today only when we met for the first time.

"Oh! Hello Aarna. Where are you lost?"
Varun asked waving his hands in front of me bringing me back to reality.

"Oh...I'm-nothing. "
I looked around and my gaze fell on the girl who sat there crossing her legs and reading a magazine. Her violet dress reached her thighs and the neckline was too deep To hide her breasts. She almost looks like a goth model. Her full-blown lips and the stare in her eyes are just so vibeful.

I am still clueless about her.
"Aarna. That's my girlfriend, Hania."
He introduced me to her and I saw a smile creeping over her cheeks.
"Darling. That's Aarna."

She forwarded her hand for me but I smiled mildly joining my hands to do the small Indian gesture. "Namaste."

She looked at Varun with a glare and he gulped sitting beside her. "Please sit Aarna."

Keeping my anger aside I sat opposite to them. This is really awkward. The way his hands are on her bare thighs, squeezing and doing all that. The way he looks at her with love. Her lips touched his cheeks.

And excuse me? Are we having a steamy movie going on here?

"Anhhh..."
I cleared my throat to let them realise my existence here. So that they can come out of their feasty_land.

Both of their attention turned to me.
Varun straightened.
"Baby some minutes please." She pecked on his lips before leaving the place and glancing at me lastly.

I looked at Varun after her.
"Why have you called me here?"
I ask straightly in my strict tone.

"Look Aarna... I love Hania very much. We both love each other."

"Yes. I can see that. But I made it clear to you yesterday that I Don't want to marry you. Have it your way. I don't see any problem there."

"No Aarna. You're not understanding it. If I tell my parents I love Hania and don't want to marry you. They will ask me to cut all of my ties with her. They will never agree with my relationship with her due to our age and religious differences. See I have a plan. Your grandfather wants you to marry and my parents too. So....let's have a contract marriage. After some days we'll pretend as if we are having a frustrating relationship. And we'll divorce. That way you can be free and my parents won't be able to see me in distress and will agree to whoever I want to marry."