The Tales of Arshi

Unexpected Encounter

Striding through the aisle, he made his way to the secluded VIP section, letting himself sink into the plush seating reserved for distinguished guests. The cacophony of sounds and the palpable energy of the crowd filled the air, but he remained seated, his expression one of bemused detachment. The people around him seemed to revel in the chaotic symphony, swaying and jumping to the relentless, pulsating rhythms.

Multiple colorful lights buzzed and flashed in sync with the erratic beats, casting a kaleidoscope of hues across the venue. Each strobe and flicker seemed to drive the crowd into further frenzy, their excitement palpable as they lost themselves in the music.

He cursed under his breath as he felt himself sweating underneath the layer of his tuxedo, his hand loosening the tie and undoing the buttons of the tux, glancing at his brother seated beside him he glared as he seemed to vibe along the chaos people called music.

"Tumhe bhi jaana hai waha?" He sassed removing his jacket finally leaving him in a white shirt and black trousers. While Akash stopped abruptly enjoying the music and sighed agitatedly at his elder brother being boring as always.

("You wanna join them too?")

Akash glanced around trying to locate the clients they both were supposed to meet, as refreshments have been arrived way past, "Akash, they are late!" Arnav grumbled for the umpteenth time checking in watch frequently as he let his fingers slide through the mails. 

Excusing to call, Akash stood up as he cursed under his breath for working on a weekend.

While Arnav finally looked up from his mobile tired, walking near the balcony attached to the area, he let himself gaze around the whole frenzied zone bobbing their head to the groovy music, sweaty figures regardless of their heaving breaths and exhaustion enjoying to their last wits. 

Arnav stared at them in disdain as he shook his head at such a wasteless thing people do to relax rather than sleeping in or meditating. 

Ready to move away from the headache filled place he turned slightly but a scenario just below him caught his attention. 

A girl dressed in black retreating back near a counter as few men surrounded her in all black supposedly from a cult. Seemingly flirting with her.

Swiftly moving towards the space he halted mid-step when the scene enfolded infront of him.

"Khabardar waapas kisi aur se aisi batameezi karne ki sochi toh!!" 

The girl dusted off her hands as she settled at the bar counter, 3 men unconscious on the floor, spectators looking at her shockingly as the music stopped by the commotion. 

"One mudslide with vanilla please!" She ordered busying herself in going through her mobile to check for any missed calls from her colleagues.

Unable to stop himself, Arnav made his way upto her intrigued at how she handled these 3 men by herself but soon rushed running as another man who wasn't unconscious aiming his gun at her back.

Holding onto her arm he pushed her off falling ontop of her, his palm behind her head avoiding any head injury while the other arm bent at his elbow holding himself off of her body. 

Bang!

The gunshot rang with reverberating noise as both of them closed their eyes in stun. 

"Thik ho?" Arnav whispered while she stared up at this guy, luckily handsome she noted within her mind as her gaze drank his beauty regardless of the situation they were in.

A mesmerizing blend of intensity and allure. His chiseled jawline and high cheekbones stand out, giving his face an almost regal quality. She finds herself captivated by his dark, intense eyes that seem to pierce through her, revealing a depth of emotion he rarely shows. His thick, well-defined eyebrows add to his brooding, enigmatic presence, while his slightly tousled hair adds a touch of effortless charm.