Chapter 1

This was not how the plan was supposed to go. After knowing her for an year, and falling in love with her in the process, he already had an idea what her next move would be, but somehow he did not see this coming. So here he was dripping wet, completely shocked with rage, humiliated in front of his workers. Heat radiated from her body, clinging to his suit. Chest heaving, eyes spitting fire, she stood there proudly glaring at him. ' Now your class is showing too Mr. Razaida,' she said, almost ready to pounce. Wasting not another second, she turned around to walk away from the scene.

Oh no she won't. She will not walk away with the last say! 'Khushi!', his voice echoed throughout the entire building. Her footsteps halted, turning around probably ready to tell him off and that's when it happened. Without warning he gripped the curve of the bucket, swinging it right at her; water splashed, soaking her from head to toe. If he thought the heat was radiating before, then right now turned in to a sauna. The sight before him paralyzed his mind. Water trickled down her shocked face, settling on her glorious pink lips. Her jet black, long hair plastered against her face as her raised hands, lowered slowly.

Just when he thought the torture would be over, his eyes lingered on her saree, which clung perfectly against her fair body. And to make matters even worse, the colours on her saree turned more vibrant due to the water. How was he supposed to think straight when those colours made her even more beautiful. How was he supposed to concentrate on his anger, when she stood there, dripping wet, chest heaving, eyes raging, and her that damn waist sneaking back and forth.

Instead of actually doing what his heart screamed for, he opened his mouth to tell her off. He wanted to show her, he was not at all affected by her soaked presence. His mind and body was under his control! Surprisingly he managed to mask his emotions. The challenge was set forth. Will he change his name? Certainly his manipulation skills were a bit stronger than hers. In fact, he knew Khushi didn't have a manipulative drop of blood in her body. He knew the win was already on his side. Arnav always knew, but deep down it never was about winning. In the end it all came down to keeping his breath close to him. Selfish- he knew, yet this was how he got through life.

Maybe in a perfect world this would have been a normal, childish, martial spat. In a perfect world he would have grabbed her delicate body, clashing in to his hard one. In a perfect world he would have cupped her soft cheeks, pulling her close. In a perfect world he would have whispered a sorry close to her lips. In a perfect world, he would have captured her lips for a slow, mind cluttering kiss. In a perfect world, she would have blushed deep red, while pouting at him for kissing her in front of everyone. In a perfect world he would have taken her for a walk. He would have told her how beautiful she looked in the wet, colourful saree. He would told her, how he cannot wait to get home to be with her alone. She would have smacked his arm, and they would have laughed about their silly fights.

But this wasn't a perfect world. His world was a canvas of darkness. He had burdens to carry on his young shoulders; ugly truths he still could not comprehend had to be faced. Maybe one day these wishes would come to past in his reality, yet not today. So for now in this imperfect world of his, he locked down his wishes in another corner of his mind, and move on like he always have. The only difference this time, he didn't realize fate had other plans. Fate was on their side.