LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

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Hold your heartbeats and play the song while reading the chapter.
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A A R N A

It's late evening. Darkness had started to surround all over the sky. The dusky moonlight gives a bone-chilling rainfall shower. There was something unusual about today. As if it's going to rain, Slowly and steadily. And here it is.

I asked Jahnvi Aunt to go on an early Day.
But Mr. Celebrity had a photo shoot in the old Jaipur market for the paparazzi that he had come to Jaipur.

On top of that, my overexcited Dadu sent me in a cab rather than my scooty. I should have saved the money but no. No one can win in arguing with that retired High Court advocate.

And Ria. Don't ask me about her. She said stilettos are comfortable for going out and I already feel my heel in pain. It's damn uncomfortable in these pointed heels. I always prefer wedges when going out to dinners, they are perfect.

Thank Mahadev! I decided to wear my raspberry-coloured Anarkali Suit. They make me feel so light and relaxed, my skin is adaptable to suits mostly.

I push the entrance door and before I can ask the receptionist, a man in a black suit approaches me.

"Good Evening, Ma'am. You're here to meet Tristan Sir?"
He asks me respectfully.
I have never expected myself to be called like this in a wealthy restaurant.

I nod with a small smile.
"Good Evening, Yes. I am."

"We're glad you chose to come here. This way, please—" He leads me inside the restaurant. People are filled here, eating and some having their laughs and talking.

As we pass the lounge area, the polite man leads Me out of the crowded place. We come out from the main hall of the restaurant into the open field where the area seems reserved and secluded.
Mr. Celebrity comes under the VVIP list then why not?

No human trace. Only lights are there. And two chairs under a shady roof decorated with off-white lights and climbers around the closed set-up. The plants are grown around and no other person.

When I get closer My heartbeats turn rapid for a while when I notice him standing. His hands were in his pocket and his face was as grim as always. His black shirt restricted my eyes from noticing him in the dark. But now when I'm here it gets clear.

"Here is your destination Ma'am."
The man says before bowing down and leaving us all alone under the starry night.

I breathe normally and try to look up.
Our eyes collide and suddenly my throat feels dry.

Why this novel feeling is happening to me all of a sudden after looking into his eyes? These damn butterflies inside my stomach and the rapid heartbeats. Does It happen for real?

His grey eyes seem more attractive when he takes it in my presence. Our eyes collide and my heart skips a beat. His raven curls are set back to make him look dark yet attractive.

Most people look beautiful but attractiveness is rare. The features, jawline, eyelids, the curve of lips and the grey eyes—danger zone. He's awarded with the second option. Attractiveness is what makes me pull towards his charm, heart and melancholy.

His beard was slightly trimmed and the way this made his features look attractively handsome, the hairstyle adorning his face made me feel something in my stomach.