The Elites. #Virushka

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I dont know how this chapter turned out because i haven't written this book in like 15 days but here you go!!!

ANUSHKA

The following week felt like a complete disaster. My life was going nowhere, the happiness I once found in Gucci and Prada was now lost. I hadn't worn anything other than sweatpants the entire week and I hadn't even left the house at all.

My breakfast was on lunch time and my lunch was at the time of dinner. I had taken comfort in food and I was pretty sure I had gained weight.

But nothing mattered right now, not even me.

All that mattered was I was a girl with a broken heart. It hurt, at times I felt like I was the loneliest person in the world.

I gulped a little when all of a sudden I remembered that I still had to go meet the man that my father had apparently chosen for me.

I didn't have the energy or the time to even fight, so I picked up a dress and got ready just in time.

The car was parked at the small restaurant that I was supposed to meet the guy in.

The place seemed cozy and comfortable, like a small house that had plenty of loved up couples inside, so basically, that place seemed like a burn on all my wounds.

I got out of the car and walked inside the restraurant where the man was sat, I didn't know anything about this man, what he did, who he was, why my father was so inclined for me to meet him, I knew nothing.

I just knew that I had to meet him at the first private table, the waiter guided me towards the small and cozy  area, I could feel some nerves rising in my body, I ignored the feeling and walked straight ahead.

The man's back was turned towards me, then he stood up as he heard my voice and turned around.

He had the kind of face that could stop a woman straight in her tracks.

He wasn't handsome or even young at that, maybe he was in his mid thirties and a raw charm oozed from his persona, he must have gotten used to people staring at him because he didn't mind me staring at his face for a few seconds.

I wasn't staring at him because I liked the way he looked, I was staring because of the scar that marked his face.

It wasn't an ugly scar but it was a prominent one.

I tried to smile but I knew my heart wasn't ready to do that, so I just simply said a hello and sat on the seat.

At first he just introduced himself, his name was Rumaan. That was it. That was the only introduction I had gotten .

"I can see you were expecting someone different. You seem surprised." He remarked.

I chuckled dryly.

"I've seen far more surprising things, trust me." I responded.

"You know you're famous." He commented again.

I was famous. I knew that, I was a socialite. But I didn't know what context he was talking in.

"Am I?" I questioned.

He inhaled a deep breath. "Well, I met someone yesterday who might have told me all about you."

He explained making me ponder a little. Who did he meet? And what did they say about me?