Category : Stories

Sub Category : Romance

PART 1


"Dad!" Riya shouted loudly as her father smiled at her. "I won the race! Yes!" She pumped her fist in the air. 

"Really?" He asked affectionately. She nodded her head vigorously. 

"Rahul is a loser! Loser!" She shouted loudly and in no time a man appeared. He grinned looking at his younger sister.

"I won, he lost. I won, he lost." She teasingly said. Father laughed at the childish behavior of his daughter.

"Fine, I lost. Now get ready. Remember about that party?" She frowned instantly. 

"What party? I don't know anything about any party." Rahul and father looked at each other. They knew, she never liked going to parties.

"You know what I am talking about." She shook her head.

"I am not going. Rahul, you know, I hate to meet those high profiled people with bloating egos." She sighed and sat down on the sofa with her father folding her hands.

"I know, but I can't help it. You have to come. Dad won't be coming this time." He tried to reason with her.

"You can manage alone. I trust you." Father sighed and patted on his daughter's back.

"Come on, don't get shy. You will enjoy. You wouldn't get bored." She looked at her father and sighed.

"Fine dad. I am going. But only because you are saying." She got up from the sofa.

"Anyways, you finally lose Mr. Rahul the-new-hero-of-the-world" He rolled his eyes. He had lost on purpose. Even she knew it, but she wasn't going to admit it.

"I'm going to get ready. Remember, I won't wear fancy party gowns. I'll wear something nice." Rahul narrowed his eyes.

"And what do you mean by 'nice'?" He asked.

"Jeans and T-Shirt, simple." He groaned hearing her reply.

"No, Riya. Just behave. You will wear something nice."

"Fine..." She said gloomily and started to walk upstairs. 

"You too get ready." Father spoke. Cyan nodded and sighed. He would have tough time in lightening the mood of his sister.

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"Can I eat? This smells delicious." She asked the Chef as he smiled at her. There were people everywhere. She looked at her pink dress, it looked beautiful on her.
Her brown eyes were inspecting food items whereas people were more interested to gossip. "Yum yum" She said. Her mouth was watering already. 

"I'm really hungry." She said looking at the pasta. Suddenly, the noises in the big hall quietened. She looked up realizing that there was not a sound heard anymore. "Why is everyone so silent?" She asked loudly to the Chef who was on the food counter. Everyone looked at her as she weirdly smiled at the new faces.

"Sorry" She whispered. She looked at the Chef waiting for him to answer.He gulped and didn't look at her. She frowned and then looked around. Who had come? She thought.

She decided to walk around to see what had happened. There was a tall muscular man whose back she would see. "So, this is the person who is center of attention." She thought and sighed. Her mind returned to food as she walked back to food counter.

"I'm going to eat this, and this, and this." She said as the Chef nodded handing her the plate filled with different food items. Suddenly Rahul came out nowhere.

"Em, we need to go." He said as she frowned. "Come on, not now! I need to eat this." He shook his head.

"You don't get it. Armaan Raichand has just arrived. I don't want him to see you." She sighed.
"Who is he?" She said.
"Our enemy" He said in short.
"Come on bro, nothing will happen." He shook his head.

"I have this gut feeling that a bad thing is going to happen. I'll stay here rest of the night, but you really need to go." She sighed. 

"Fine, but don't worry. Nothing will happen to me." He nodded.

"I have use the washroom. And then I'll go the car. Tell someone to drive me home." She said handing the plate back to the Chef. "Sorry, I can't enjoy your food today. My bad luck." The Chef chuckled lightly. This girl could make even a scarecrow smile. 

"Where is the washroom?" She asked a lady. "There" She told her. "Thank you" She happily spoke as the lady smiled looking at the energetic girl. Girls these days weren't at all respectful to elders.

She began walking to the washroom when she sensed a presence behind her. She stopped. Her instinct told her to run. But she slowly turned her head back hoping that no one was behind her. 

She looked back to see a huge, tall, muscular man standing just a few feet away. His black eyes pierced into hers. He looked at her as if he could look through her soul. 

"Um, Hi" She said passing a smile to him and turned back. She started walking towards the washroom as she felt footsteps behind her. She knew, he was following her. She began running but in less than three seconds he harshly pulled her back from the waist placing his hand upon her mouth. He turned her back making her face him.

His face was emotionless. She could feel her knees going weak. She almost dropped when he held her even more tightly. "I-I" She tried to speak but he placed a finger upon her soft lips. He could feel her lips quivering.

"You are Mine." He said very calmly. His voice was deep but it sounded very dangerous. Saying that he just dig his face in her neck as she felt butterflies dancing in her stomach.

She was so scared that she didn't even move.  He was the most cruel, merciless billionaire anyone had ever heard about.
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