𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝟏𝟕: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞

A a s h v i's
Pov

I walked out of that place, back to the main area.

There were hardly any people here now. Most of them were still watching the show.

My head tilted up lazily, noticing the plain sky.

Every single thing was normal so far.

Coming here was a total waste.

I didn’t have the will to stay here even for a couple more minutes.

I don’t like this place.

Not these people.

And if I hated something the most—

It was his presence.

No matter how much I tried, he’d always end up forcing out my weak side.

A vulnerable side.

Making it look like I was scared of him.

Fuck him.

He can do absolutely nothing to me.

"Do not fuck up." I mocked, in a literal weird as fuck voice and then questioned my own mind.

“Just one question.” My feet halted at the feminine voice.

I waited a couple of seconds before looking over my shoulder.

My brows drew together in confusion.

Shivangi Raizada.

The woman I saw in my office and then at the dinner at the Oberois.

It was amusing how I recognised her with the mask on.

Strangely, her presence here wasn’t that surprising to me. She must be yet another high society person.

Her tightened jaw gave me the idea of her irritation.

She wore another black dress, clinging perfectly to her figure, showcasing her well-maintained frame.

Her hair was left loose, paired with small pearl earrings.

Even her mask suited her face shape perfectly.

"Whether you were forced to come here or you came here on your own?"

I turned completely to her, tilting my head as I tried to read her body if not her eyes—but yet, nothing revealing.

"And why would you think that I’m answerable to you?" The genuine curiosity in my voice was real.

I really wanted to know. A woman who was probably popular in the modelling industry—whom I didn’t even know—was interested in knowing my reason behind being here.

"Because you are." Her voice suddenly rose with a hint of aggression. As if she truly believed she made some kind of point.

"Wrong." My eyes moved past her, watching Maira walk in—when a sudden voice echoed in the back of my head, one that said,

Who do you think you’re gonna hate the most?

Obviously the one who deserves it.

The 'I give threats with no intend to be done every fifteen minutes' oberoi.

"Because you’re the sweetest bitch who loves getting in others' business." She shot Shivangi a smile as she stepped in front of her before walking over to me.

"Well, I was enjoying the dance but Adhvik had to interrupt me in the middle to only look after you." She gave me a disappointed look, as if I was somehow responsible.