SO..... the story is about Aryan Khan- A Bollywood prince
he's studying directing and wants to be like his dad.... but what happens when he meets a girl whom he knows from childhood and starts to develop feelings for her....will she accept his feel...
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In the lavishly lit living room, filled with a buzz of laughter and the sound of glasses clinking, Nandini looked like she owned the night. Her outfit—a deep, wine-colored gown that clung to her form in all the right places—caught every eye in the room. The sequins shimmered subtly, but enough to make a statement, and her light brown hair cascaded in soft waves down her back. Karan, leaning casually against the bar, smirked as he noticed the subtle shift in Aryan's expression.
Aryan, standing a few feet away, had been watching her the moment she entered. His face remained composed, his jaw set in that effortlessly cool way he always had. But his eyes gave him away; they trailed every move she made, catching the moments she laughed with Arhaan and the way she smiled at something Ahan said. When Nandini's hand lightly brushed Ahan's arm as she laughed, Aryan's grip tightened around his glass.
Karan noticed, of course. He leaned over, lowering his voice just enough. "Getting a little crowded in here, huh?" he teased Aryan, a glint in his eye. "You alright?"
Aryan shot him a cold glare. "I'm fine," he muttered, though his gaze flicked right back to Nandini, who was now chatting with Ibrahim. He clenched his jaw as he watched Ibrahim lean in, complimenting Nandini's dress, and a grin tugged at his lips as Sara called over Ibrahim.
Karan chuckled to himself, mumbling, "Perfect." His plan was working better than he'd hoped.
As if sensing his eyes on her, Nandini glanced in Aryan's direction, meeting his gaze with a spark in her hazel eyes. She offered a tiny, challenging smile, one he knew was meant to drive him mad. It worked. She could see the irritation darkening his face, the flicker of something dangerously possessive in his eyes.
Ignoring his brooding stare, she turned her attention back to her conversation. But Aryan couldn't let it slide this time. Finishing his drink in one swallow, he crossed the room toward her, weaving through the crowd with purpose. When he reached her, he leaned down slightly, his voice low and undeniably intense.
"Having fun?" he asked, his eyes piercing hers.
Nandini tilted her head, feigning innocence. "More than usual," she replied smoothly, her tone as light as air.
He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curling into a hint of a smirk, though his gaze remained fiery. "Good to know," he replied, a slight edge to his words.
The way he looked at her was both familiar and new, something that made her pulse race and her heart pound a bit louder than she'd like to admit. But she wasn't about to let him see that. Not now.
