I'm sure you've heard a lot about unrequited love, but what if I say there exists an unwilling love, hidden somewhere between the echoes of silence and the whispers of the heart's secrets? A love that fights to stay buried, yet yearns to be discover...
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The party is set in a lavish business villa-gigantic is the word that comes to mind.
As she steps inside, her eyes are drawn to the grand hall all meticulously adorned in a black and gold theme. Rich, velvet curtains drape and the pillars are wrapped in golden accents that catch the soft lighting, creating an opulent atmosphere. Even the glasses for drinks are carefully selected to match the colour scheme.
Guests mill about in attire that mirrors the theme, their garments shimmering under the chandeliers' glow.
She feels a sense of relief and confidence, knowing she fits right in with her ensemble.
Her black saree complements perfectly to the colour of her skin— smooth caramel, rich and inviting. The saree flows gracefully with each step of her block heels, the intricate embroidery catching the light in delicate patterns. Around her neck, the black stones of her necklace glisten subtly adding a touch of refined elegance. Her brown hair is styled into soft waves cascading over one shoulder, framing her face and completing her sophisticated look.
Rashed walks in behind her, also adorned in a black three-piece suit with a golden brooch. He occasionally nods at acquaintances, his presence commanding attention as he exudes confidence.
"There's a seating arrangement to your left," he whispers close to her ear, his breath warm against her skin before he stands straight subtly indicating she should head there next.
She obeys. There was only one reason she came to the party and she was waiting for it to appear. Until then, she had to do as instructed, maintaining her composure amid the opulence.
To the left side of the hall, round tables are arranged with six seats each. She quietly takes her place and Rashed pulls out a chair beside her, staring at her makeup look with an appreciative smile.
"Did I mention how stunning you look tonight?" he compliments, his voice smooth, causing her to shy away, heat rising to her cheeks as she tries to look elsewhere.
He is stunningly handsome, with dimples that appear every time he moves his lips. His eyes are sharp, taking in every detail around him.
"Rashed!" someone calls out, and he excuses himself, leaving her alone at the table.
Agitated, she keeps shaking her leg with eyes glued to the entrance scanning for the reason she came here.
"What's a beauty like you are doing here?" a man in his mid-forties with grey hair, a wrinkled face, and a glass of champagne in hand approaches her.
His eyes are lecherous making her skin crawl. Without sparing a second for her to comprehend, he is already bending down to sit in the chair beside her. Just as he does so, the chair is yanked backwards, causing him to fall heavily to the floor.
