Teaser... ;)
She looked at Mahek, helpless. Mahek gave her a tight smile and nodded assuringly.
'Tell me later,' whispered Khushi furiously, before letting herself be dragged away. Mahek nodded again.
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She let herself sway to the rhythm, closing her eyes. She could feel him draw her closer, but she didn't protest, the alcohol invading her judgement. Suddenly, she felt his hand on the small of her back and he jerked her, pulling her to himself. Her eyes flew wide, jolted to the present by the sudden movement.
'What- what are you - ?'
'Just relax, Khushi. We're only dancing.'
Khushi knew that this was getting out of control. His eyes looked unsteady. Oh my God, he's completely drunk! She tried pushing his hands away, but he had her in a vice-like grip. She gulped, tears springing to her eyes.
'P-plea - .'
'Mind if I take over?' Khushi thought her heart would burst when she heard the voice behind her. A hand settled on the one holding her, slowly prying it away. Eyes locked for a moment, then Samar shrugged and turned to go away. Khushi turned to face the man behind her, debating whether she should be thankful to be saved - because the voice belonged to him. And Arnav was no "saviour". There would be a catch.
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Hee hee.. Now sit and wonder what the next chapter's gonna be like. 'Cause, I frankly don't have any idea! The characters write the story, not me, I swear. And at the moment they are at loggerheads at each other about TheNextThingToHappen. And of course Arnav is getting ahead of the others.
Enough of my nonsense. Read, like and comment, peeps!😊
P.S. People who res, PLEASE unres within a day! It's kinda bugging. Atleast, try to.
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