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what does it means if you don't remember from where you started,
Or still stopping at the same spot even after walking too much
does that mean you're lost in the woods?Yes You're, like me!!
I'm lost in maze like mansion!
I've been walking for so long, I'm starting to think I'm allergic to finding my way, or did I just forget where I was going in the first place!
"ahh my foot!"I exclaimed in pain, my grip on the railing tightened as if my breath depended on it.
My legs are very tired of walking ughh!If I had taken Shanaya's help, this wouldn't have happened
As I was mentally cursing myself, my gaze landed on one of the rooms on the second floor and without wasting a single second I sprinted towards it like a lunatic.
I entered the room, lock it from inside immediately.
It was vast room with its own beauty - Rich, giving off Royalty vibes, lavishing furniture
The air buzzed with a faint hum of electronics. Multiple monitors glowed in the dim light, some flashing with streams of green code, others showing security camera feeds from places I couldn't recognize.
A massive corkboard was pinned with maps, notes, and photos connected by red strings, like a detective's obsessive masterpiece. The keyboard looked like it had been custom-built—half mechanical, half Frankenstein. And in the corner, a coffee-stained desk hosted at least three laptops, all activee
It's look like This room belong from some kind of hacker, just kidding!
l quickly open my hair as it was suffocating me and jumped on fluffy bed with heels
At least You Should take off Your heels
a familiar voice almost amused cut through the silence and making me jumped out from bed, Clutched my bag in horror
My breath hitched
There he was — Ruhaan Agnihotri in all his glory and charm
leaning casually against the doorframe inside, arms crossed, watching me with a smug curve to his lips.
He wore a crisp black shirt, the top two buttons undone just enough to hint at defiance. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms and a silver watch that gleamed under the warm lighting. Paired with tailored grey trousers and polished black shoes, he looked effortlessly sharp—like he hadn't tried, but still managed to command attention. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd run a hand through it moments before, giving him an almost untamed look and there was something dangerous in the way he stood—relaxed, confident, entirely unfazed.
Oh no, We're twining
"Yes Me,'The great and mighty Ruhaan Agnihotri' any problem,"He looked at me briefly and let out a low, husky chuckle.
Am I sporting a neon sign that says 'weirdo' or is he just fascinated by my awesomeness, either way I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of thinking he's getting under my skin
"Aren't you ashamed to come into someone else's room without permission?"I asked, my brows slightly narrowed
He replied smoothly his smirk became widen as he took steps forward
"So Now, I Have to take permission for MY own room, interesting!"
This is His room, no fire without a spark! How could I forget I'm in Agnihotri party
He wasn't supposed to be here.
As Shanaya told me he won't be at the party, does it mean he'll be burning the midnight oil in his room!His appearance suggests that he's always partying, but that's not actually the case....
"hey little witch, is my bed ridiculously fluffy or what huh"His stern voice make me snapped out of my thought
"Nah,Very bad quality the stones in our house are mostly like this"I waved my hand in disapproval and avoid eye contact. Ughh it's so suffocating to be with him after that park scene.
"Is that so but, I bet that's really comfortable for you" he shot back his voice laced with sarcasm
He approached me slowly and I stepped back, mentally screaming 'run Ishi, this guy's going to give you a VIP tour of heaven today whether you like it or not' I gave myself a motivation talk and made a break for the exit without looking back
I'd barely taken a few steps towards the exit when strong arms pulled me back from my waist, holding me tightly against a pillar-like chest!
I hissed wriggling furiously "chodo mujhe, I swear to god I'm gonna fucking kill y-"
"Keep cursing me sweetheart and let's see who'll be left standing or in this case stuck with each other,"His tone shifted to playful as he nestled his head over my shoulder.
I glanced at him from my side eye, unknowingly my cheeks flushed when our eyes met
Ruhaan Agnihotri was too close, our proximity was killing me, but I couldn't quite put my finger on the reason why - it was a burning question that left me feeling fired up.
"If you're not going to run, then I'll leave you,"He said his voice was calm, but his grip around my waist tightened, holding me in place.
I gritted my teeth but nodded quickly, seizing the opportunity to free from his grip. surprisingly, he let me go but still his intense eyes lock onto me
"Apparently, partying on the ground floor was the plan, not relaxing in my room right?" he asked, tilting his head slightly
I reply immediately, fidgeting my fingers "umm I'm sorry to disturb you, but I got lost and my foot is tired from all the walking. I decided to take a short rest, and I didn't even realize this was your room"I continued before he could react "I swear it's the truth, and I apologize for the intrusion. I should probably get going bye"
"Wait"
he grabbed his black blazer from the chair, threw it to me and I somehow managed to catch it
"WEAR IT"
It wasn't a request - It was a command
"eww If I wear it, people will think I have no sense of style" I casually tossed that blazer on the couch like it was some kind of trash.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he let out a heavy sigh, as if trying to calm himself down.
but why?Apparently, he's used to everyone jumping at his command, but Ishika Malhotra only takes orders from her own inner boss.
"DO YOU WANT ME TO REPEAT"He repeated his tone firm and his eyebrows narrowed.
"I'M NOT GOING TO WE—" My words caught in my throat as he moved closer, and I stepped back until I felt the hard door behind me.
His hands rested on either side of me, not touching, but close enough to make My breath hitch. The Next moment I knew, He Caged me between him and door.
his gaze drifting to my lips before locking onto my eyes. he was so close that our lips could touch... What the heck you're Imagining Ishi
His eyes searched Mine, unreadable. The air Between Us grew heavier by the second. For a moment—a single, charged heartbeat.
But instead, he leaned in and murmured,
"Your dress… it's torn a little."
Ruhaan voice cut through the uneasy silence
He stepped back, crossing his arms.
"WAIT....WHAT"I gasped accessing the situation my dress is quite torn at the back
Heat rose to My cheeks, but I didn't let it show. Instead, without missing a beat, In burst of irritation, I grabbed his collar, and his eyes widen in surprise at my bold move.
"You were talking so much nonsense, it would be better if you told me this before"
"But I Told you to put on my blazare"His voice was low, calm, but something in it made my stomach twist.
"SHUT UP"I yelled at him, I released My grip from his collar and snatched Blazare from the couch and draped it over my shoulder.
His lips twitched, almost like a smirk—but he said nothing.
his blazer just smelled like him
I stood in front of his dresser, combing my hair with his comb like I owned this room, My gaze drifting to the bottle of his signature scent on the dresser Jasmine sandalwood fragrance perfume, his signature scent that he mostly used in school
Dear Perfume, you're clearly too good for him, but unfortunately, you're not stuck on my dress, are you?
you know sharing is caring, I tell myself to justify using his personal property without his consent. After applying some to my wrist and Crook of my neck.
Just a little.
One tiny spritz turned into two. Maybe three. The familiar, intoxicating fragrance clung to My skin like a memory . It was stupid—reckless, even—but it made me feel bolder, as if I could rewrite the rules just for a second.
I discreetly scanned the room to ensure he wasn't watching, and then let out a sigh of relief when I saw him engrossed in his phone his brows were slightly furrowed, his thumb swiping with practiced indifference, completely oblivious to my thievery.
Then I remembered library book
The one I had carefully wrapped, intending to pass it discreetly to his house maid as a favor, a quiet gesture wrapped in denial. But now that he was here, everything felt exposed.
My fingers trembled slightly as I placed the book on his desk.
My eyes flicked to the pen resting near the edge of the table. Without thinking twice, I reached for it, My fingers brushing against the cool metal. A single blank chit sat tucked within the pages of the book.
I take out the chit from the book, clicked the pen softly, and scribbled a quick lines. Just a message only he would understand.
I slid the chit beneath the book, pressing it gently down as if sealing a secret. There—it was done. My small rebellion, My silent message.
After that I saw myself in mirror and sighed, as if every part of me represented my heart and emotions
"She was saying wearing it would ruin her fashion sense, but now she's having fun by wearing it, bipolar girl! "he muttered under his breath and shook his head at my antique
Ishi, just pretend he's a ghost, but honestly, even ghosts are more reliable than him
"Kutta kahika, itni sundar ladki samne hai fir bhi tareef nahi kar Raha hai"My eyes widened when l realised what l just said, l turned to see him angry, ready to fight but
he's too busy scrolling through his phone to notice....or is he?
"hyee I'm looking so pretty!"I exclaimed too loud trying to take his attention
afterall the effort I spent hours to looking fabulous, I'm willing to accept praise from anyone, even my arch-nemesis
"yaa"he said casually and placed his phone on the side table
Since when did he start keeping his phone away from himself huh!
"ab mai apni kya hi tareef kru mai hui itn-"I flipped my hair in confidence but his next word want me to punch him
"chudailo ki kul dayan lag rahi ho!"He crossed his arms, and struggling to stifle a laugh
I took a pillow from the coach and threw it to him, but unfortunately his reflexes were better than his arrogance and he caught the pillow
"dekho mujhe meri mumma ne ready kiya hai to, khabardar agar tumne mujhe kuch kaha"I dramatically pointed my finger at him and shouted a warning, like a superhero trying to save the world from certain doom.
Ruhaan chuckled"to tumhari mumma ko kahu?"
just as i was about to punched him with my savage replied, his phone buzzed on the table and he muttered something
"we're leaving,"he declared without glancing at me and Tucked his phone into his pocket
"WE WHAT? Oh I Got It,you don't have to escort me I can go on m-"before I could speak more —he took My hand. Firm, warm, and without room for protest.
"OYE, LET ME GO, I GO BY MYSELF," I yelled so loudly that he must lose his ability to hear.
I stumbled slightly as he pulled me along, his grip steady as if he'd done this a hundred times.
"she's screaming like as if I'm kidnapping her" he murrmered, almost amused
"That stuff you are doing right now is also a variety of kidnapping"I rolled my eyes in annoyance
But He?
replied nothing, instead tightening his grip on my wrist and pulling me along with him.
A maid who was checking the decorations in the corridor quickly looked away, probably thinking, 'I'm not getting paid enough to deal with whatever this is'
en sbko bade me dekh lungi
he dragged me into the lift and pressed ground floor in the last row of floor number
where this elevator came from huh?This lift didn't show up when I needed it! sabke sab yaha par dheet hai
"chodo mujhe!"I screamed again, but he just keep quiet in lift and taping something in his phone
Finally, what felt like my only source of hope'THE ELEVATOR' opened up and we stepped out of the elevator, but his grip on my wrist remained a real 'hand-cuff' on my freedom.
We arrived at the grand hall, where the party was happening, and he finally, gently released my hand, probably because he realized his grip wasn't impressing anyone
the warmth of his touch fading far too quickly,
My eyes widened in horror as I took in the scene: shards of glass were strewn everywhere, drinks had spilled onto the floor and the grand hall was thick with unbearable tension The atmosphere was tense, as if a violent crime was about to unfold before their eyes.
and then my eyes caught something-my sister is arguing more like fighting And the woman she was arguing with? No ordinary guest.
A commanding figure wrapped in silk and authority. A name people whispered with a mix of awe and fear. She was the very woman the girl had admired from afar, had read about, had silently called her idol.
NIHARIKA AGNIHOTRI
My mind swirled with disbelief. What was prakriti didi doing?
I nervously clutched a soft fabric beside me, but when I realised what I was holding, I quickly pulled my hand away.
"Ishika," His voice was eerily calm, as if he didn't care about the scene unfolding in front of him.
I turned to him, eyes wide, seeking some kind of answer, some hint of control, his gaze softened like he understood my nervousness
"Are you nervous or...scared?"His expression was unreadable, cold, but something beneath the surface maybe...concern.
My lips parted but apparently my brain and mouth weren't on speaking terms
"If your sister can argue with Niharika Agnihotri then she's totally qualified to handle the drama that comes with it, so by all means, just sit back and let them spat it out!"he said, his tone sharp but laced with concern
I blinked Once. Twice
His tone wasn't mocking. It was calm. Certain. And somehow, it made me stand taller
I looked at him, searching his face for something—maybe reassurance, maybe a hint of what he was really thinking But
He stepped back.
"I've brought you where you needed to be," he said softly, almost like it was meant only for me.
And just like that, he turned and walked away—shoulders squared, footsteps unhurried, disappearing into the glittering crowd as if he'd never been there at all.
I stood still, My fingers curled slightly, still remembering how his hand had felt around mine. The lingering scent of his blazer still clung to me, a quiet reminder that whatever just happened—it wasn't nothing.
Am i seeing things is akduhotri show a faint trace of concern to me?Nah, impossible he only can do planning for my downfall
But right now, prakriti di was across the hall, standing tall in front of a woman who once lived on a pedestal in My mind. And somehow… everything felt different now.
TO BE CONTINUED.....