The same night.

The same city.

The same building.

Two completely different lives—

Unaware they were about to intersect.

The club pulsed with energy.

On the ground floor, everything was measured—

voices controlled, laughter calculated, every handshake carrying the weight of profit and power.

This wasn’t a party.

It was strategy disguised as celebration.

And at the center of it—

Adavait Singh Rathore.

Composed. Detached. Precise.

A man who didn’t belong to chaos.

He controlled it.

But above—

On the terrace—

The rules didn’t exist.

Music drowned thoughts.

Lights blurred reality.

And people lived like tomorrow didn’t matter.

That’s where she was.

Shree.

Not trying to belong.

Not trying to stand out.

Just… being.

And somewhere between control and chaos—

Between discipline and freedom—

Between him and her—

Something shifted.

Because sometimes—

You don’t walk into someone’s life.

You collide.

You ever have a moment—

Where everything is exactly how it should be…

And still—

Something feels off?

That was me.

Standing there.

Listening to numbers, projections, expansion plans.

“Mr. Rathore, this could push your international chain faster than expected—”

I nodded.

Of course it would.

I had already calculated that three days ago.

Then my phone buzzed.

I glanced at the screen.

Shipment.

International.

Not optional.

“Excuse me,” I said, stepping away before they could continue.

I picked the call.

“Yeah.”

“Sir, shipment delay ho raha hai—custom clearance issue—”

Of course there was.

There’s always something.

I started walking.

Not thinking.

Just moving.

Away from the noise.

Up the stairs.

Focus.

That’s all that mattered.

“Sir, documents hold pe hain—approval—”

“Handle it,” I said flatly.

But they kept talking.

And I kept walking.

Then I stepped onto the terrace.

And everything—

Stopped.

I’m not exaggerating.

I’m not being dramatic.

I mean it.

Stopped.

Because there she was.

In the middle of that chaos—

Dancing like none of it touched her.

Music blasted—On The Floor—loud, heavy, consuming.

People everywhere.

But I didn’t see them.

Didn’t hear them.

Just her.

Her hair moving with the wind, with the beat—uncontrolled, alive.

Her head tilting back slightly as she laughed mid-step.

That green dress—

Not loud.

Not trying.

But it—

Fit.

Perfectly.

My eyes moved before I could stop them.

Hair.

Face.

Smile.

Neck.

Waist.

Back to her eyes.

What the hell.

“Sir? Aap sun rahe hain?”

No.

I wasn’t.

Because for some reason—

My brain had just… shut everything else out.

This is nothing.

Just attraction.

Basic.

Biological.

Ignore it.

“For god’s sake, continue,” I muttered into the phone.

Tried to look away.

Actually tried.

Failed.

My gaze snapped back again.

Like something was pulling it.

Dragging it.

Refusing to let go.

And then—

She slowed.

Turned slightly.

Looked around.

For a second—

I thought—

Did she feel it?

No.

Impossible.

She shrugged.

And went back to dancing.

And that—

That did something I didn’t like.

Because she didn’t notice.

Didn’t care.

Didn’t react.

I’m not used to that.

“Sir?! Are you there?! You okay?!”

The voice cut through everything.

Sharp.

Annoying.

Necessary.

I blinked.

Reality snapped back.

Hard.

Breathing felt—

Tight.

Too close.

I stepped back.

Physically.

Like distance would fix this.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

Finished the call.

Ended it.

And then—

I looked back.

Gone.

I frowned.

Scanned the terrace.

Left.

Right.

Crowd.

Corners.

Nothing.

Seriously?

I walked forward.

Actually walked into the crowd.

Looking.

Nothing.

A frustrated breath left me.

“What the fuck…”

Why did I even move?

Why did I leave that spot?

And more importantly—

Why do I care?

I ran a hand through my hair, irritated.

“This is ridiculous.”

A girl.

A random girl.

Jise maine bas dekha.

And suddenly—

I’m… what?

Looking for her?

No.

Not happening.

I went downstairs.

Back to normal.

Back to control.

Picked up a drink.

Took a sip.

Didn’t help.

Because her face—

Stayed.

Her laugh.

Stayed.

That one second—

Where everything stopped—

Stayed.

I set the glass down.

Harder than needed.

Ignored the voices calling me back.

Walked out.

Minutes later—

I was in the car.

Driving.

But not thinking about the deal.

Not the shipment.

Not the expansion.

Just—

Her.

And I hated that.

Sneaking out of my house at night—

Honestly?

Thrilling.

Also—

Extremely dangerous.

Maa strict hai.

Aur aaj toh bonus mein Maasi bhi aa gayi.

(Mom is strict. And today, bonus problem—my aunt is here too.)

Perfect timing, obviously.

I opened my room door slowly.

Like painfully slowly.

Every tiny sound felt illegal.

Peeked outside.

Dark.

Silent.

Too silent.

“Maa so gayi hogi…”

(Mom must be asleep…)

Pause.

“…ya phir trap set kiya hoga.”

(…or she’s set a trap.)

I stood still for five seconds.

Listening.

Nothing.

Okay.

Go.

Go now.

I tiptoed across the hall, heels in hand, heart beating louder than my footsteps.

Reached the door.

Unlocked it.

Opened it.

Closed it.

And then—

Freedom.

I exhaled.

Smiled.

“Bach gayi.”

(I made it.)

“Finally!” my friend called from the car.

I ran toward them.

“CID level escape tha, respect do thoda.”

(That was a CID-level escape, show some respect.)

They laughed.

I got in.

And just like that—

Night mode: ON.

Club energy hit instantly.

Lights.

Music.

People.

We didn’t even stay downstairs.

Straight to the terrace.

Better air.

Better vibe.

Better everything.

We talked.

Gossiped.

Clicked stupid pictures.

Then came drinks.

“Bas ek sip le!”

(Just one sip!)

“No.”

“Yaar please!”

“I said no.”

They gave up.

They know me.

I don’t like alcohol.

End of discussion.

Then—

Music changed.

Beat dropped.

Dance floor.

And that’s my place.

I don’t think when I dance.

I don’t check who’s watching.

I don’t adjust.

I just—

Move.

Music wrapped around me.

Pulled me in.

And I let it.

Hair flying.

Body swaying.

Feet moving without permission.

I laughed mid-step.

Didn’t even know why.

And then—

That feeling.

Subtle.

But clear.

Someone was watching me.

Not casually.

Not randomly.

Properly.

I slowed slightly.

Turned.

Looked around.

Nothing.

People dancing.

Talking.

Busy.

No one.

“Huh.”

I shrugged.

“Overthinking kar rahi hoon.”

(I’m overthinking.)

And just like that—

Ignored it.

Back to dancing.

Even more freely now.

Time passed.

Didn’t realize how fast.

Checked my phone.

12:05 AM.

“Shit.”

“Mujhe jaana hai.”

(I need to leave.)

Friends groaned.

I didn’t care.

Survival first.

We came downstairs.

Left the club.

Got in the car.

Ride back—

Quiet.

Satisfied.

Reached home, just my bestie said "aaram se jana babe bye"

I looked at her she was smiling teasing me I replied "fine agar zinda rhi toh thik warna tervi Mein Aa jana" rolling my eyes walked to the main gate,

Opened the door.

Stepped in.

And froze.

My younger brother.

Sitting on the sofa.

Looking straight at me.

“Pagal hai kya?!”

(Are you crazy?!)

He said nothing.

Just stared.

Okay.

Emergency mode.

“I got the job,” I said quickly.

“Isliye party thi.”

(That’s why we had a party.)

Then pointed at him—

“Ek word bhi bola na—”

(If you say even one word—)

“I’ll give you money. Just keep quiet.”

He blinked.

Nodded.

Got up.

Left.

I stood there.

Confused.

Relieved.

Alive.

“Yeh itna seedha kab se ho gaya…”

(Since when did he become this simple…)

I went to my room.

Changed.

Collapsed onto the bed.

For a second—

That feeling came back.

Like someone was watching me.

I frowned.

Shook my head.

“Drama band kar.”

(Stop the drama.)

Closed my eyes.

And slept.

Unaware—

That somewhere in the same city, Someone else hadn’t been able to forget her even for a second.

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