Indian Mafia's Obsession

Chapter -14

This is another version but I personally prefer the asses Kaur wala!!!

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"Arjun, you're drunk," I said firmly, trying to free my hands from his grasp. "I don't think dancing is a good idea right now."

But he was adamant, his eyes clouded with emotions I couldn't decipher. "I don't care. I want to dance with you," he insisted, his voice tinged with anger and frustration.

Ignoring my protests as he pulled me into his arms. I could feel the tension between us, the unspoken emotions hanging in the air.

As we swayed to the music, I tried to maintain a respectful distance, but Arjun held me close, his eyes searching for mine with intensity.

Tujhko ambar se pinjre zyada pyare
(You prefer being in a cage over flying in the skies)

Udd ja kehne se sunta bhi tu hai kahan
(And you don't fly away even after being told to)

As we continued to dance, Arjun's grip tightened around me, and he rested his head on my shoulder.

His breath was warm against my skin, and his intoxicating scent surrounded me, making it hard to ignore the fluttering in my chest.

I could feel his breath against my skin as he inhaled my scent. It sent shivers down my spine, and I tried to keep my composure, but his proximity was overwhelming.

he murmured softly, his words slurred, "I don't understand what you're doing to me. I like...no...dis..like ...you..I....me."

Manmarzi karke dekh le!
(Try doing whatever your heart desires)
Badle mein sab kuch haar kar!
(Even if you have to lose everything for that)
Kamleya, ve kamleya!
(O crazy one, O crazy one)

I gently pushed him away, trying to create some distance between us.

"Arjun, you're not thinking straight right now. Maybe you should sit down and take a break,"
I suggested, my voice tinged with concern.

But Arjun seemed determined to keep me close.
"No, I want to dance with you,"
he insisted, his grip tightening around my waist.

"I need to figure this out."

His words only added to my confusion. What did he need to figure out? And why was he dancing with me in anger?

I had no idea what was going on in his mind, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep my emotions in check.

As we continued to dance, I felt torn between wanting to understand his feelings and protecting my own heart.

His proximity was overwhelming, and I couldn't ignore the chemistry between us, even in this complicated situation.

In his drunken state, Arjun's emotions seemed to be raw and unfiltered. It was clear that he was struggling with something, but what remained a mystery to me.

And as much as I wanted to help him, I knew that I couldn't be the one to fix whatever was bothering him.

"I think it's best if we stop dancing," I finally said, mustering the strength to pull away from him.

"You're not yourself right now"
Arjun looked at me with a mix of confusion and frustration, his brows furrowing in a drunken haze.

"Why can't you see how much you affect me?" he muttered, his words slurred and he pulled me again to himself.

Tujhpe khud se zyada yaar ki chalti hai
(Your beloved dominates your heart more than you)

Ishq hai yeh tera ya teri galati hai (Is this your love or a mistake)

My heart sank at his words. It was clear that he was conflicted, but I couldn't bear to be a source of confusion for him.

"Arjun, I don't understand what you mean,"
I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
But he seemed lost in his own thoughts, his grip on me loosening as he stumbled back.

"I should have never danced with you," he mumbled, more to himself than to me.

Gar sawaab hai toh kyun sazaa milti hai
(If there's supposed to be a reward then why this punishment)

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt a mixture of hurt and confusion, not understanding why he would say something so harsh.

The dance that was meant to be a simple had turned into a battlefield, leaving scars that ran deeper than I anticipated.

Feeling overwhelmed and hurt, I turned away, trying to gather my composure.

The audacity of this man! Here I was, trying to be civil, and he had the nerve to insult me like that.

Summoning my strength, I replied in the same tone, "You're right, Arjun. I shouldn't have danced with you either."

Without waiting for his response, I walked away from the dance floor, needing some space to collect my thoughts.

My heart felt heavy with the weight of unspoken feelings and unanswered questions.
As I found a quiet corner to gather my thoughts, I couldn't help but replay the events of the evening in my mind.

The fact that he disliked me was a bitter pill to swallow, but I knew that I had to come to terms with it. I couldn't force someone to feel something they didn't, no matter how much I wished for a different outcome.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Arjun can go jump off a cliff for all I care. I won't talk to him, I won't feel anything for him. He's a dick, and that's that."

Yet His presence still lingered in the air, and the warmth of his touch left a lingering sensation on my skin.

Ve kamleya mere nadaan dil
(O crazy but innocent heart of mine)
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