FRACTURED PROMISES.

Chapter 3

Priyanka.

18 years old.

I wold drunk. The loud music thumped in my ears and I groaned. There were lights everywhere which were making me lightheaded. I took a shot of the tequila as I looked around the premises of my best friend's house. It was huge, like super huge. I wasn't that surprised since my house was similar to hers, we both came from rich families and could afford to party like a bunch of nepo kids.

The partying culture is only common overseas. In India, it's considered as taboo. So to break that stereotype, my roommate Ahaana threw a party at her vacation house in Mumbai. I was admitted to a college in Mumbai because they had better internship options and the system was better here.

I loved partying and goofing around with friends. I was not the kind of girl who liked to sit and binge-watch Brooklyn 99 the whole night. No offense to the ones who did that and I loved Brooklyn 99. I loved the sense of freedom and attention. Growing up with three older brothers, I never had this type of experience before. I was mostly sheltered with overprotective brothers and a father.

So imagine their surprise when I told them that I was shifting to Mumbai. Lakshay and Anirudh's bhaiya was strictly against it. I could see that Ansh bhaiya also didn't approve of it but he told me to go for it if I liked. My father even prepared a group of bodyguards to guard me around like a lost child but I convinced them and packed my bags.

I could see Ahaana making out with her boyfriend in the middle of the dance floor. I huffed as I turned around and stepped into the dark corridor, careful not to trip because of the six-inch boots I was wearing with a black strapless dress which was glued to my body like a second skin. A red lip too with my hair cascading around my back in curls. Not to mention that I was also struggling to breathe in it.

I slightly swayed as the view in front of my eyes started to blur a little. I grabbed the wall beside me to steady myself. Taking a deep breath I walked straight as I slammed against a brick wall. I groaned and clutched my forehead.

I looked up through my blurry vision and met with the most gorgeous view of my life. He had grey eyes, and his hair was a bit longer, reaching the nape of his neck as it was tied with a small rubber band. His lips were plump, making me wonder how it would feel on top of mine. But he looked dangerous and so cold. I looked down to see that he was wearing a black shirt stretched around his muscles and black slacks. He looked so mesmerizing that my lady parts were screaming. Also, his neck and arms were covered with tattoos.

I felt the warmth on my elbow, only to see that he was touching me there.

"I'm..I'm sorry," I said, trying to let go of my hand from his hold. Instead, he tightened his hold around my elbow refraining me from letting me go.

I chuckled awkwardly. "Can you just...you know loosen your grip a little" I spoke, he remained unfazed. I could tell by his facial features that he was focused on my face, trying to uncover something.

"Can you hear me-"

"Shut up," he said. His voice...God his voice.

I was taken aback by the abrupt reply, damn he was rude as hell. I tried to wrench my hand out of his hold but he grabbed me by my waist and pushed me against his chest as I gasped.

He reached into his pocket and retrieved a cigarette. Gross. He held it out in front of my face.

"Oh I don't smo-"

"Hold this," he said as he successfully cut me off again. I held the cigarette between my fingers as he removed a lighter. He lit the lighter inches away from my face and I flinched. He lit the cigarette, never taking his eyes off of me for even a second. He inclined his head towards the cigarette held between my fingers.