~Anamika's POV~

It was reading 7:46 am in the digital clock that was kept besides my bedside table. A dimly light coming from the closed curtains. I was laying in bed, awake but tired.

Flashback from yesterday night

The party was lively. People dancing, some in the pool playing with ball, some flirting with there dates and some drinking. Most men were in the corner couches, watching the girls as they played volleyball in the pool. But one looked different, everyone was in beachwear or shorts. But he was in a suit? Seriously? A suit in a pool party? Gosh.

Girls were throwing themselves over him. After they finished the volleyball game, every girl was on the stage dancing except me and my bff, Ishika. She was a bit younger than me but talked more maturely. She was my role model , many people's role model were their mother or sister but I didn't have any sister only one brother and my mother...well, I never got to meet her.

I sipped on my wine. I and Ishika were playing kiss marry kill in the corner. Watching the girls in a bikini? Nah, i would rather hear baby shark on a 10 hour loop. It was much better than watching those b!tches dance. Finally the song ended and everyone on the stage went down, some talking, some near the bar while some girls threw themselves over the men sitting near the corner. What did they even find handsome about them? Anyways I was walking to Ishika with my new wine I bought from the bar.

Suddenly I bumped into a man. I rubbed my forehead where I bumped into him. I felt a strong gaze on myself that I shuddered slightly. I met his gaze , and saw dark eyes filled with hatred and anger. My brows furrowed at his expression.

"Dhyaan se nahi chal sakti?"

(Can't you walk carefully?)

He said. His voice was dark filled with bitter and harshness. I blinked. Then scoffed.

"Is that how you talk to someone who you just bumped into?"

I said, matching his tone. His gaze got more intense. The party flight changed to white , casting a shadow on his face which made him look more scary yet handsome. I couldn't help but stare at him for a few seconds, his eyes filled with darkness with sharp and symmetrical features and a jawline that could cut through anything, and his hair falling on his forehead.

He stepped closer, my heart skipped a beat.

"You spilled your wine over my shift. It cost in lakhs. Now pay for it."

He sounded low, as if I said a wrong word and he would kill me. But i wasn't scared, I have faced worse man. I rolled my eyes and said.

"Kitne ka tha?"

("How much did it cost?")

He smirked. Then said in a amused tone.

"3 lakh"

I payed him with a cheque then left him standing there, amused. The rest of the party went well. Dancing, drinking and playing.

Back to present

I sighed then got fresh and ready. I wore a white kurta with a loose ponytail. And some jhumkas with a pendant necklace.

I sat on my desk and started writing the rest of the story. I was a famous writer, but not world wide known. My book's audiobook reached 3 million streams on Spotify in 2 weeks. But I targeted of 5. It's okay. I heard a knock on my door. When I opened it , I saw my maid. She told me that my father was waiting for me downstairs. I dropped my pen, my father only sent the maids when he was angry or not in a pleasant mood. I wasted no time and ran downstairs.

My house was quite big, with a grand two staircase in the hallway. I ran down stairs and saw my father sitting there beside my mother, and two more old couple and a man besides them. The couch was occupied with the man's parents maybe? And he was sitting alone one the single couch. His face was not visible as he was facing my father. But his presence felt familiar. When I came down , his face became visible. My eyes widen.