The Blazing Heiress

29|| His Avni Desai

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"You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars." — Anaïs Nin

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Bedazzling the velvety canvas of darkness with their twinkling gleam, the tiny, wild stars shimmered like polished diamonds—numerous and so bright as if they only breathed to lighten up the entire universe with their shine. Amongst them remained calm, the mysterious moon—full today, casting a softer, silvery glow on everything beneath it. And basking in the dull throbbing of moonshine was none other than Viransh Malik.

Tired.

Defeated.

Alone? No—if one considered the handmade glass bottle of age-old whiskey wrapped around his disconcertingly white palm.

He looked, dare one would say, gorgeous and drunk.

An inaudible sigh by the young man went unheard amid the wilful hiss of salt breezes as they blew his face. He shuddered in the momentary iciness, the undone white tattered shirt helping little to nothing in shielding him from the frosty wind. Eyes closed, he placed his stiff hand on his chest as it twisted in conflict for the umpteenth time today, different emotions reining between the soft walls of his heart.

Humming incoherent words under his breath, he flew his eyes open and jerked his head up, a soft smile twitching immediately on the edge of his full lips as a shooting star zoomed across the sky, a shiny trail of light skittering behind. It looked mystical, as if a fairy had just waved a magic wand in the sky.

"Whoosh!" he wheezed, mesmerized by the tiny, falling star. His miserable face lit up with a celibacy of a young child who was going to make a small wish and hope for it to be true. He closed his eyes, whispering—no wishing, "Please make Avni Desai fall in love with me."

"Yeah, a tough task I know, but it shouldn't be impossible, right?" His words dropped into a faint whimper when that star went out and he stared into the emptiness that it had left behind.

The fire of hope dimmed in his heart, his lips puckering into a small pout as he held onto those waning flames of light, wondering if his wish could ever come true.

His swift, hopeful gaze drifted to his hand, his mouth cutting in a sad smile. Holding the bottle in an agonizingly tight grip, he took a huge gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing with the swig before a stinging pain tingled the walls of his throat. He didn't stop. Because the burning sensation in his heart turned out to be more intense and excruciating than a few swallows of expensive Irish whiskey.

The reason behind the sudden ache? A pair of pitch-black orbs that glinted with sincere intent and love for her.

Reminiscing that moment, whispers of rage scraped his senses, bitterness, and irrational hurt coursed through his veins, igniting violence that had his fingers shaking. He wished to locate the chef and gouge those eyes out with his own bare hands. Maybe pummel his face into those pale barriers where he confessed all those—

With his chest still on fire, Viransh shelved his hysterical thoughts aside and blinked several times, reprimanding himself for morphing into a man of violence as the towering rage lit up in his veins.