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Long Island, NEW YORK.

Our journey to Long Island is a bit scary because it's the North Atlantic Ocean, and there is only dark water around us. The moonlight shines, reflecting its beauty against the ocean water and squeezing the power that the deep, shiny ocean beholds. Isn't it always darkness that surrounds the light?

We reached for the Director's party at the expansive restaurant which belonged to Kabir Raichand. Yeah, Ruhi's fiancée. He owns chains of restaurants in New York including nearby states.

"Play something in Hindi, man!" Getting bored with the English pop songs and boring dances, drinking along, everyone was fed up. The prominent actress, the Director's wife asked to play the beautiful slow song that displayed perfect romanticism.

Even if I resisted participating in the partner swap dance, Sanjana insisted on getting to the stage. Because my husband is quite busy surrounded by all the known and unknown celebrities. Women's. He knows how to grab everyone's attention, or maybe the attention rolls around his feet effortlessly.

There's an effortless elegance in the way he carries himself, highlighted by a sharp presence and a sardonic smirk. Unlike a few days ago, a deep beard covers his cutting jaw. How would it feel to touch his clean, shaved jaw? It'd be like touching a subtle ruthless edge. Isn't it?

The black lining suit gives him an attractive, dashing look, but it's his eyes that converse the most, dark grey orbs that hold the perfection in them.

Dekha hazaron dafa aapko
Fir beqarari kaisi hai
Sambhale sambhalta nahi ye dil...
Kuch aap mein baat aisi hai.

Lekar ijazat ab aap se
Saansein yeh aati jati hain
Dhoondhe se milte nahi hai hum
Bas aap hi aap baki hain

Sometimes, bodily perfection is overrated. It's the eyes that need to be appreciated. He captures people's attention with ease. It's clear that he's a natural at this and can't possibly be challenged at his own game, let alone beaten.

The worst part is that people flock to his presence with the suicidal tendencies of a moth to a flame. In no time, I'm the only one, and I mean every single one in the hall, either smiles or stands up to surround the freak in a close-knit circle.

The women basically fight for his attention, and he acts like some sort of celebrity. Unlike a celebrity, however, he knows all their names and compliments one lady on her new haircut, another one that had a new colour, another on her emerald jewellery, and another on her cardigan. He also greets the men in a bro kind of way, and they all nod enthusiastically holding a friendly conversation with him.

I watch the show with my mouth agape. This must be what Jahnvi Ma meant by "You've never seen Tristan in action. He can be the most charming or the deadliest depending on his mood and interests."

The swap partners' couple dance makes us stare at each other from afar while his partner is right now a famous actress, and I'm currently paired with one of the actors who also happens to be in his friend circle.

Beauty, style and infuriating charm revolve around him. It feels sometimes that he doesn't need them but owns them.

Pal bhar na doori sahe aap se
Betabiyan yeh kuch aur hain
Hum door ho ke bhi paas hain
Nazdeekiyan yeh kuch aur hain