The crowd of people could not waver his concentration, something unexplainable made him sense her presence in the room his heart started to thump on his chest scaring the hell out of him. Gulping the last bit of whiskey that burnt down his throat he stood up from the bar stool, buttoned his coat and turned around putting his most brave face to receive her. Their she was standing all in white, nervous and petite, his jaws naturally tightened at the sight of her. She looked much younger than her age and those slender arms needed his touch, those soft full lips invited attention and that slender waist he irritably closed his eyes chiding himself for acting like a hormonal teenager. But Chandni made him feel all this and he hated her for casting such a spell on her. Masking his internal turbulence with a cold and composed demeanour he walked towards her with both his hands deep in his pocket. The predator Advay Singh Raizada approached his prey the timid Chandni Vasishth. She on the other hand was oblivious to such passionate gaze as all her energy was being spent on fighting her post traumatic disorder. This was a bad idea she thought, this number of strangers in a not so familiar man's house was not a very good place to overcome her trauma she regretted not listening to her mother's advice to be accompanied by atleast one of her sister's. A drowning feeling overpowered Chandni and she felt anxiety from the pit of her stomach till she felt her body collide with a hard object.
"Chandni, what happened?" she heard him almost growl in her left ear. His arms were tightly around her waist and his face was marked with agitation.
"Aaahhh Dev your hurting me", she cried out. Making him realise that he was crushing her delicate frame with his rough hands. At a spur of a moment he lifted her in his arms and rushed up the stairs to his bedroom.
"Feeling better," she opened her eyes to see Veer's smiling face.
"Don't worry you were resting for only half an hour the doctor said that you had a mild anxiety attack".
Although she was listening to Veer but she was well aware of those cold eyes staring at her from outside the bedroom and as Sikha always complained she too wandered why did Advay looked at her as if he would eat her alive.
She was asked to freshen up while Veer, Murli and the doctor left the room while Advay never entered the room. She somehow could sense it was His bedroom, the minimalist decoration with only wooden furniture no photographs just one where the three boys were laughing. She found it strange there was not even a picture of his dead parents, there was one painting of Salvador Dali and one Jersey of some football club that was laminated. Apart from it innumerable books everywhere. She looked at herself in the huge mirror and although the door was closed she just could not fully undrape her saree to readjust it. A certain kind of uneasiness enveloped her being, the room was too unfamiliar, too overwhelmed with masculine scent of his. She almost felt like he was watching her pallu slipping from her shoulder. She closed her eyes at the tingling sensation throughout her body, she laid out a deep breath and instead reminded herself that she was here to attend a function and had to be brave enough to attend it downstairs. At this moment there was a soft knock at the door and she already knew who was on the other side.
"It seems you wanted to enter my bedroom uninvited just like I did" He was smiling. Whether he was joking or serious she could not make out.
" Shall we" he pointed downstairs, side by side they walked as Advay was about to introduce his future wife to the world.
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