The Elites. #Virushka

30. And so we meet again

The last chapter was all the closure that I needed for this story but I do understand that alot of you wanted Virushka (alot of you didn't, confusing af) and I did too. So here it is!

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ANUSHKA.

Her fair skin and her curves shone in the sunlight. She looked like some kind of Greek Godess, leaning against the banister of the balcony of her prodigious room, staring off into the distance. Her hair fell over one shoulder, and a small smile began to play on her lips as she greeted the guests that had been arriving slowly and gradually.

She was dressed in a black and white piece that she had designed herself.

Her models walked across the garden and sat on their seats too, today was the time to celebrate her success. Her achievements.

Her mother had made sure to celebrate every single thing that she did but this party was huge.

It was overwhelming in a sense.

She had been at award shows, functions, events, fashion shows, charity galas, even before Nush. She had always been a socialite but this felt so different.

Her own people gave her appreciation, in her own home town.

All the successful businessmen, all the models, actors, relatives, friends had been invited.

It was a huge celebration and righly so. Nush had gotten international recognition for creating awareness on gender neutrality, racism and discrimination.

Nush wasn't just known for it's versitality but also for it's diversity. There were black, brown, asian, white..all kinds of models. Halima Aiden being the first hijabi show stopper during the fashion week.

She was distracted with greeting Fredrick and the baby when she saw him for the first time in five years.

It's hard to escape him, really. And it was hard to not think about him and she knew he thought about her too, he stalked her, he commended her for all her achievements, he sent her flowers on every birthday and perfumes on every achievement. Small gifts that meant the world to her.

She had never talked to him directly after that day but she yearned to meet him, kiss him, see him.

But an awkward silence established when they saw each other for the first time. Their eyes met and all she could remember was the time they had spent together.

The bad things. The good things.

"Oh, good, everyone's here." Her mother's voice distracted her and she looked away as the waiters distribute champagne glasses in the huge hall.

"First, I want to say thank you for being with us here today. Today's party is all about our lovely daughter who has built an empire of her own. Anushka, we are so proud of you.."

Everyone muttered sounds of appraisal, her father called for a cheers, and the melody of clinking glasses is overlaid by bright laughter.

Virat glanced at her and raised his glass towards her, specifically. She sent him a small smile, as she drank the champagne gradually.

The alcohol giving her the support she needed.

The party went on it's full swing, guests coming and greeting her, businessmen hounding Virat, asking for things he couldn't give to them, meetings he knew were not important.