Love's Redemption♡

CHAPTER - 31

"My heart thinks of you often, and I am afraid you have become my heart"
-- unknown
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5 years ago--

Vahni POV:

It's 5:30, and I take a long, warm shower to unwind. I wrap myself in a towel and step outside, only to shriek in surprise. Anisha is standing in my room, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, still trying to process her sudden appearance.

Anisha chuckles and heads straight for my closet. "Waiting for you, duh! You don't know anything about fashion, Vahni, so I'm here to help." She starts rummaging through my clothes, tossing out outfits she deems unworthy.

I roll my eyes good-naturedly, knowing that Anisha's fashion sense is far superior to mine. "What's the plan for tonight?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

Anisha turns around, a sly smile still plastered on her face. "Leave that to me. I've got the perfect outfit in mind, and Veer's picking us up at 8. We'll head to the club and celebrate our results in style!"

After about an hour and a hundred rejected dresses later, Anisha finally settles on a stunning red bodycon mini dress that hugs my curves in all the right places. The dress is made of a stretchy, silky smooth fabric that showcases my figure, and the subtle cut-outs add a touch of edginess to the overall look.

"Okay, go change into this!" Anisha exclaims, handing me the dress.

I slip into the dress, and Anisha gets to work on my hair and makeup. She styles my hair into loose, effortless waves that cascade down my back, and then focuses on my makeup. She gives me a smoky eye with a subtle cat-eye, and pairs it with a bold red lip color that matches my dress perfectly. She adds a touch of highlighter to my cheekbones and brow bone, giving my skin a radiant glow.

Next, Anisha slips into her own dress - a sleek black bodycon mini dress with a daring cut-out detail. The dress showcases her toned physique, and the subtle sparkle of the fabric catches the light as she moves. She styles her own hair into a chic, messy bun, and does her makeup with a focus on bold, dramatic eyes and a subtle nude lip color.

By the time we're done getting ready, it's already 7:40. We grab our heels - a pair of strappy red stilettos for me, and a pair of sleek black pumps for Anisha - and head out to the living room, where Veer is waiting for us.

Mom clicks a few pictures of us posing together, beaming with pride. "Have fun, girls! Be safe!" she calls out as we head out the door.

We pile into Veer's car, and he drives us to the club. As we arrive, I glance around the crowded parking lot and spot Vihaan's car parked in a corner. I raise an eyebrow, surprised to see his car here.

Veer notices my expression and fills me in. "Aryaan said they wanted to celebrate too, and I couldn't say no." He shrugs. "They're waiting for us inside, in the VIP section. Let's go!"

Anisha and I exchange a curious glance, but Veer's already leading the way. We follow him into the club, the thumping music and flashing lights enveloping us as we make our way to the VIP section.

As we enter the VIP section, I can feel Vihaan's eyes on me, specifically on my dress. I try to ignore the sensation, but it's hard to shake off. I don't dare look at him, afraid of what I might see.

We make our way to the plush couches, where Aryaan is already seated. Veer and Anisha sit down next, leaving me to take the last spot. As I sit down, I realize that I'm beside Vihaan, our legs touching.

I try to shift away, but there's nowhere to go. I'm trapped beside him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. It's like a magnet, drawing me in.

I keep my eyes fixed on the dance floor, trying to ignore the tension between us. But I can feel Vihaan's gaze on me, burning into my skin.

The music is pulsating, and the lights are flashing. But all I can focus on is the sensation of Vihaan's leg touching mine, sending shivers down my spine.

Veer's suggestion is like a lifeline, breaking the tension between Vihaan and me. "Let's have shots!" he exclaims, holding up a bottle of tequila.

We all cheer and clink our glasses together. As we down the shots, the tension between Vihaan and me is still palpable, but it's slightly more bearable.

Aryaan and Veer get up to dance, making us laugh with their ridiculous moves. Anisha and Vikram engage in a heated conversation, completely absorbed in their own little world.

But Vihaan and I are still stuck in our own private bubble of tension. We sit beside each other, our legs still touching, the warmth of his body radiating onto mine.

I try to focus on the music and the laughter around me, but my awareness of Vihaan is like a constant hum in the background. I can feel his eyes on me, even when I'm not looking at him.

As the night wears on, the tension between us only builds. It's like a spark waiting to ignite, and I'm not sure how much longer we can keep it contained...

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