Chapter One

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It's raining men, hallelujah! It's raining men!

Khushi twirled on her toes, before sashaying her hips. She danced without a care along the long corridor of her beautiful home. Well, it was a mansion really, but nobody could tell that to the daughter of Lucknow's biggest builder.

Khushi hummed the songs blasting in her ears out loud, as she pranced around in just a white negligée, enjoying a rare evening of solitude. Her mum ensured that she was well chaperoned when she was out with friends, a driver accompanied her to her job as an apprentice to her interior designer aunt Madhumati and the house was always filled with too many guests.

So when her papa and mummy had declared their plans to go visit a friend who had recently returned from abroad that evening , she had bursted with joy from within.

And here she was, wearing a full face of makeup, her headphones hooked to her walkman, in her barely anything outfit which would have given her mummy the fits.

She halted in front of a beautiful brown door, embossed with gold. Her papa's office. As a child she had seen him as such a powerful figure and partly responsible for that was this beautiful office tastefully decorated by her aunt. It was where Khushi envisioned herself after a decade. Powerful enough to have a beautiful office and a huge chair, almost like a throne!

Giggling at the mischievous thought brewing in her head, she rested her hand on the carved door knob. Twisting it, she pushed it open as the smell of mahogany invaded her nose. Letting out a sigh of contentment, she walked in.

The music put her on her feet again, spinning with such grace, her ballet teacher would have been proud. She found herself drawn to the liquor cabinet. Feeling bold that evening, she took the wine bottle and weighed it in her arms.
Her eyes then caught sight of the small metal flask.

Whiskey it is!
Her lips curved into a wicked smile.

The first sip sent a burn down her throat. The next sip seemed to grow on her. And soon she was pleasantly intoxicated!

Prancing around, enjoying her evening of freedom she settled on her father's lush velvet chair. Crossing her legs with the flask dangling from her hand , she felt so powerful.

" I would suggest you go easy on the drink"

Her walkman dropped from her grip, crashing onto the floor as she startled. Her heart raced and she paled as fear gripped her. Breathing deeply for courage, she took a moment more before turning around the chair.

A man in a suit. A man who was smirking. A man who stood lazily, arms crossed across his broad chest.

" Drunk already?" His voice seemed almost sinful. Or was it her intoxicated brain?

"Who are you?"

He smiled this time.
" Arnav Singh Raizada. Mr and Mrs Gupta came to visit my father tonight and invited us back to their place for some business. I took my own car and I am afraid I arrived earlier than them. And met.... you"
His eyes slipped down her face and Khushi became uncomfortably aware of her state of undress. Well not really! But the white negligée was far from suitable for polite company.

She gulped in trepidation.
" Umm yeah, I thought I would be alone"

" You should hurry back. They'll be here any moment. Khushi? Is that your name?"

She nodded. She felt like a dimwit. The whisky was being blamed, but this Adonis in front of her could have made her dizzy with desire even when sober.

She stood up and put the flask back in the cabinet. Just when she reached Arnav, she found herself begging.
" Please don't tell my parents. Please."

His gaze darkened as they pierced her.
" What will I get in return?"

"Anything you ask" she promised brashly in her fear.

"Anything?" His voice dropped down to almost a whisper.

She nodded. Her eyes bright and wide on her pale face.

He looked on, as she left the office and rushed back to her room.

She flopped down on her bed. Her heart still racing, she ran her hands over her face.
Why did it feel like she had just made a deal with the devil?

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