The night was alive with a soft glow, as if the full moon had cast a spell of magic over the surroundings. The sky was a canvas of twinkling stars, their gentle sparkle like diamonds.
By the pool, Aarav sat with his legs submerged in the water, his eyes gazing up at the beautiful showcase above.
His face was flushed, and his eyes had a glassy shade, betraying his toxic state. Empty bottles and glasses littered around him. His eyes, though unfocused, seemed to hold a deep sadness, as if the alcohol had unleashed a torrent of emotions within him.
His dark hair was disheveled, and his shirt was open, revealing a glimpse of his chest. Aarav was lost in his thoughts, after sometime his body relaxed and he reclined back into the ground. His eyes, still fixed on the sky, lost in the focus.
As Aarav lay back, his eyes gazed up at the starry sky, and his lips began to murmur Mithra's name, a soft, reverent whisper.
Aarav : Mithra....His face relaxed, and a gentle smile spread across his lips, as if he were remembering a treasured memory.
Before his eye, Mithra's image appeared, her beauty and powerful aura which keeps him captivating.
Her powerful eyes, like dark pools of mystery, seemed to draw him in, holding him spellbound. Aarav's smile deepened, and his eyes sparkled with a mix of longing and adoration.
As he lay there, his fingers began to move, tracing invisible paths in the air, as if he were touching Mithra's face, her hair, her skin. His hands seemed to caress the very inch of her. His imagination satisfying the sense of her presence.
The world around him melted away, his murmurs grew softer, his voice barely audible. His chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths.
Still, his lips continued to move, whispering a single word, a name that seemed to hold the power to transport him to another world: "Mithra..."
As he continued to murmur Mithra's name, lost in his reverie, a female voice pierced in his ear shattering the spell. Ananya's voice was like a splash of cold water, jolting him back to reality.
Ananya : "Aarav, get up." She said as she ran towards him, her tone firm but laced with concern.
Ananya : "Come on. We will go to our room."
Ananya's hand touched his arm, her fingers wrapping around his skin like a gentle vice. But Aarav's reaction was far from gentle. Even in his drunken haze, he tried to shake off her touch, his hand flailing weakly.
But Ananya persisted, her grip tightening. Aarav's eyes flashed with irritation. He tried to pry her fingers off him, his own hands flailing weakly in his drunken state.
Aarav : "Get off me, Ananya."he slurred, his voice laced with disgust.
But Ananya refused to let go.
Ananya : "I have all the rights to touch you, Aarav." she said, her voice firm and possessive.
"You're mine, after all."
Aarav's face twisted in a scowl. He tried to shake her off again, but Ananya's grip only tightened.
"Let go, Ananya," he growled, his anger rising. "Only My Mithra can touch me. No one else."
Ananya's eyes narrowed, her face inches from Aarav's.
Ananya : "Mithra? Ha! She's just a memory, Aarav. I'm the one who's here with you now."
Aarav's hands flailed wildly, trying to dislodge Ananya's grip. But she held fast, her fingers digging into his skin like talons.
With a sudden burst of strength, Aarav sprang up from the ground, his movements swift and jerky. He towered over Ananya, his eyes blazing with anger.
Aarav stood up, his eyes flashing with determination.
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