"𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆-𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓."
Varun Oberoi juggles his role as a high-profile CEO and his passion for music.
Aanya Mehra, a...
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Varun's POV:
The grand ballroom of the city's premier hotel shimmered with elegance, the chandeliers casting a warm, golden glow over the elegantly dressed guests. The ambiance was pure sophistication, with classical music playing softly in the background. Tonight was a showcase of Oberoi Events & Management's reputation, and I wasn't about to let anything fall short of perfect.
I moved through the room with practiced ease, exchanging polite words with high-profile guests and making sure every detail was in place. My suit, a deep navy that matched my serious mood, was tailored exactly to my preference, and I kept my gaze sharp, scanning the room. Balancing the roles of CEO and musician wasn't simple; managing a major event while juggling my artistic side had its challenges. But tonight, I was here to make sure everything ran flawlessly.
As I wrapped up a conversation with a group of potential investors, my gaze casually swept across the ballroom. It was then that I spotted her. She stood by the centerpiece displays, a vision in an emerald green gown that seemed to capture the evening's opulence perfectly. The fabric hugged her figure gracefully, flowing elegantly as she moved. Her hair cascaded in soft waves around her shoulders, and the subtle sparkle of her diamond accessories complemented her refined appearance. I felt a sense of admiration as I observed her, an almost magnetic pull drawing me closer.
I felt the conversation around me fade into the background, my attention consumed by this stranger who seemed to radiate an effortless beauty. It wasn't just her; there was an air of elegance about her that captivated me. Who is she? I wondered, my curiosity piqued.
Gathering my thoughts, I excused myself from the group and approached her. As I drew closer, she turned slightly, and time seemed to stand still. Our eyes met, and in that instant, everything else faded away. Her deep, expressive eyes were warm and inviting, framed by long lashes. My heart raced as I took in her full beauty-the soft blush on her cheeks, the way her lips curved into a gentle smile.
"Hi there," I managed to say, my voice steady despite the sudden rush of nerves. "I'm Varun Oberoi."
"ohh--yeahh, I know I know" she replied, a smile lighting up her face. "I've heard a lot about you."
"I'm Aanya." her voice warm and inviting. "Nice to meet you."
Her voice was melodic, and I could see the genuine warmth in her smile. "Nice to meet you too, Aanya" I replied, trying to suppress that she knew who I was.
I took a moment to really look at her, her emerald gown sparkling under the soft light. "You look... stunning tonight."
"Thank you!" she said, a soft blush creeping onto her cheeks.
"So, are you enjoying the gala?"
"It's lovely," she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "The decorations are stunning. I love how the whole place is set up."
