Dhruv: Her Lost Star ||18+

PROLOGUE

Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit
up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose
smelling faintly of blood.

~Tony Kushner, THE ILLUSION

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---Dhruv---

"Why do these celebrities always create such messes" I yelled to my PA. He was in no way responsible for any thing but then, he would be the one to get all the scoldings. What? He is my assistant.. he is the one who's supposed to take care of all the messy shit. Not me. But then, it was not a normal mess. The guy responsible for these is hiding somewhere now. Not that I can't find him. But it's just that I missed such a good artist for his own personal issues..

I will make the designer pay for the messy he left behind.. "I don't know what you will do.. find me a designer who is more versatile, talented, and unique than he ever was ", i said coldly.. "But sir," my assistant was saying something.. i cut the call in the middle.. now's not the time.. I have to hurry to Paris. I step out of my car.. walk to the lobby. As i hurry past the swarming crowd into my private plane.. a lady passed by me.. wait.. Pretty Green eyes.. pretty black sari..
nah.. not pretty.. Hot. Did I JUST SAY HOT!!! but she is idiot my subconscious mocked... WAIT.. did my heart just start racing seeing this lady.. She has such cold aura.. But I feel like I've felt this aura.. her aura.. before.. but where??

I suddenly turn back and i catch her staring with those costal green eyes.. I feel them burn with an intensity I recognise. I lick my lips while i get onto my plane. The feel so dried up. I've gotta deal things and not just those eyes.. but goddamn. The fire in those eyes..

I have to know who she is.. and I will..

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---Shivangi---

Finally.. after long hours of sitting in my private jet.. I reached the place.. India. My land. My love. I wouldn't have left to Paris if i didn't have the greatest opportunity of my lifetime in the fashion world. But now, I've returned. I won't probably leaving anytime soon. Huff.. the flight was tiring coz I had to complete most of my assignments before I entirely leave.

I step out of the jet and walk towards the lobby.. i have to make sure I get home in time.. else I'd have to hear maa scold me.. but shit.. Walking in saree and heels is hectic.. i put on my poker face and walk thorough the rotating door seperation.. I see a face. No. The Face. His face. I am pretty sure it's him.. but does he know.. not yet.. after i move a few steps ahead.. a smirk plays on my face. Did I set his heart on fire.. coz my fire would start burning the airport within few minutes if I don't calm down.. i tilt my head a little to see if he actually felt me.

And I was surprised. An. Eye. Contact.
A fucking eye contact... He looked me with his icy blue eyes.. fuckk.. Now I've gotta runnn before I do something stupid..

Before my fire melts that ice..

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She gets angry with him and tries to walk away.
But... He pins her against the wall.

"This is inappropriate, Mr. Rathore." She screams.

I lean closer to her ears and whisper.. "Remove you contacts, ma rose.."

•

"Rathore. Let go. Or I'll scream" She hisses out, as he pins her to the wall.

"Scream all you want, Rose..". He nibbles her ear; "no one's gonna hear you. This room.. it's sound proofed" .

•

"Enough of the games, Shivangi."He growls in her ear.

She is shocked and wonders how her identity is revealed to him.

"Ohh Daisy, you are not so good in concealing yourself from me" he answered my question, he says smirking.

She is the mysterious designer, Daisy..

•

"Let go of my hand. I'll remove my lens" she says planning her escape..

"Don't you even think about running away, rose. The next time you do it, I'll bend you over the table and f••k you senseless, that you'll be barely able to leave bed for 2 weeks." He whispers to her in a promising tone.

•

"Oh! Last night was a good show to watch.. and I'd give anything for a live performance.. " he says.

He is a hacker and watched her mo@ning his name, thinking no one would get into her home.

•

"Mr. Rathore, Marry Me." She says.

"State your reasons, Shivangi. Convince me". He says.

He knew the reasons. But he wanted to hear her say them.

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"Fifth.. I won't force you on a physical intimacy.. if you are against it." He says, looking deep into her eyes.

"Any questions??" He asks.

"What if I want intimacy.." , she asks in a seductive tone.

"I would take you. Right here. Right now.". He says..voice getting hoarse with need.

•

"Okay then.. Mrs. To-be-Rathore.. Let's seal the deal.." , he says. Walking toward her like a predator.

Only to push her against the wall and capture her lips, for the first time.

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"I agree to coitus.. but not before marriage".She says to her contract husband.

"Ah!! Is she a biology student?? What is all this with biological terms." He asks. Mesmerized by her words.

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"Phone number to de kar jayiye.. Shivangi jii". He calls after her.

He is a hacker and already has it.

"Don't ask as if you don't already have it.." she replies smugly before heading out.

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