Mansi Verma, a middle-class girl with an unquenchable passion for dance, crosses paths with Teron Hernandez-a young billionaire born into one of the wealthiest families, who owns multiple businesses and brands and is one of Bollywood's most celebrat...
Teron's friend had recently opened a luxury hotel in Mumbai, and thanks to Teron's connections, he had played a key role in helping him get it up and running. As a gesture of gratitude, his friend offered us a complimentary stay in one of the hotel's luxurious suites.
Teron asked if I'd like to go with him that coming weekend. I instantly agreed, thrilled. When the weekend finally came, we headed out together.
The moment we stepped into the hotel, I was speechless. Everything about it felt elegant and unlike anything I had ever seen.
Teron introduced me to his friend, Ryan, and thanked him once again for arranging such a beautiful suite. While the two of them caught up, I wandered around the lobby, taking in every detail and imagining how perfect the evening would be.
My thoughts came to an abrupt halt when I noticed a group of girls watching me from across the lobby. At first, I tried to ignore them, but their whispers and laughter made it impossible. I caught fragments of their conversation.
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"Who is she? She doesn't look like the type he usually goes for."
"Yeah, she's definitely not from his circle. Look at her—so basic. Nothing designer."
"He could have anyone. Why would he be with someone so... ordinary?"
"Maybe she's just for fun. I mean, this place? He probably just wanted to have sex in a nice suite. Anyway, who is she?"
"I heard she won some dance reality show, like, what, a year ago? That's her."
Their words hit harder than I expected, pulling me back to something I had shared with Mateo a couple of days ago.
Flashback
When Teron first told me about the hotel stay, I was so excited. But that night, I had a very terrible dream.
In it, the moment we entered the suite, my anxiety convinced me that Teron had brought me there only for sex. My discomfort made him think I didn't trust him. Hurt, he turned around and walked out.
The next morning, I woke up shaken, and it was evident on my face.
Mateo immediately noticed something was off.
"Why do you look so drained?" he asked.
I hesitated, then told him about the dream.
"Ever since we planned this hotel stay, I've been feeling a little anxious. Normally, when a guy takes a girl to a hotel, it's usually for sex. For me, this is still new... I don't know what to expect once we're alone in that room."
Mateo softened.
"I get it. The first time I was with my girlfriend in a hotel, it was because we didn't have anywhere else to be alone. But in my case, it was all planned—she knew exactly why we were there.
