- Raj Pov
"What?" I yelled into my phone. "Please come here as soon as possible," Varun announced, and I disconnected the call.
It was already 11 o'clock at night, and now I had to head towards the street racing spot.
"Where are you going at this time?" I heard my dad questioning. Damn!
"Tomorrow you have to attend a meeting with Mehta Constructions. Have you prepared your presentation? Have you rechecked it?" He bombarded me with questions.
I sighed. "Dad, relax! I'm all set for that meeting. If you want, we can do it right now, but at this moment, I have to go somewhere urgently," I exclaimed, knowing he would grill me with more inquiries if I stayed.
I hopped into my Porsche 911 and started the engine, racing towards the racing spot. "Aditya has gone nuts. Who the hell bets on his own girlfriend when he's not even a professional?" I muttered to myself, anger seething within me.
After a few tense moments, I arrived. Varun came running towards me. "Thank God you came. Aditya's girlfriend is almost in tears, and he's just fighting with Sourav," Varun explained hurriedly.
We both made our way towards them. "Oh, look who's here," some guy taunted.
"Raj, isn't it your rule that a win is a win, and a winner always deserves a prize?" Sourav smirked at me, and I glanced at Aditya for an explanation, but he remained silent.
"What was the deal?" I asked, already sensing trouble brewing.
"Whoever wins gets a night with Surbhi," Sourav replied.
"He cheated. He pulled that dirty s-"
"Let's do it again," I announced, cutting Aditya off mid-sentence. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Sourav agreed.
"You're going to do it with the Porsche?" Varun questioned, to which I nodded. Sourav wasn't a pro; I'd seen his racing matches. He always started at a normal speed and then sped up at the end. He was no match for me.
I settled into my Porsche, gripping the steering wheel. "Come on, baby girl, we have to win. I know you won't disappoint your daddy," I murmured, smirking.
"Little did he know how badly he was going to lose against me," I said to myself as I revved the engine. Within moments, my car was at 180 mph.
After 2 km, I executed a drift, avoiding Sourav's dirty trap, and headed towards the finish line. I performed my favorite stunt, confident in my victory.
And as expected, I won. The crowd erupted in cheers as I stepped out of my car, and just then, Sourav's car approached.
I saw some girls throwing their bras towards me. "I shouldn't have agreed to race against you," Sourav admitted, and I simply nodded, walking away from the scene.
Time skip: after an hour.
"CHEERS!" everyone exclaimed, clinking their glasses of beer and wine.
"Raj, we've got a new hot stripper for you," Mahek, our friend and waiter at the club, announced.
"Another girl who is going to taste my 'baby cum.' Lucky girl, not like me," Aradhya complained, but I ignored her comment.
"Every stripper he sleeps with complains about how nicely he treats them at night and forgets about them completely in the morning. He's become so rude," Mahek remarked, which was sadly true.
"Papa ki pari break lag gayi," I heard Varun blabbering drunkenly about something, making me chuckle.
"Papa ki pari?" I questioned, surprised that he even knew other girls. Was my best friend not gay?
"Oh, don't you know? He's got an enemy-a girl he's always clashing with. One day, he even got into an accident because of her," Aditya explained, amidst laughter from the others, except me.
My phone vibrated in my pocket incessantly, annoying me. I checked, and it was my highness.
"Are you up?"
"Are you free? Can we talk?"
"Are you busy? Busy with whom?"
"It's only 1:00 am. Are you really sleeping?"
"I wanted to talk to you."
"I want to know about you-your likes and dislikes."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Why are you not replying?"
"I guess you're sleeping."
It seemed my highness couldn't sleep. She bombarded me with more than ten questions. Even my dad never asked me that many questions. She was cute.
"Guys, I have to go," I announced suddenly, drawing everyone's attention.
"Why? Can't you stay with us a little longer?" Aradhya protested.
I thought about dropping Varun off at his penthouse, but Aditya assured me he'd take care of him. So, I took my leave.
"By any chance, is my highness missing me? And I'm not sleeping as well as free too."
I messaged her and got into my car. Within minutes, I heard the 'ting' sound of her reply.
"Oh great! Can we talk? It's kind of embarrassing to say this, but yeah, I'm missing you."
She was missing me? I smiled like a teenage boy. She was missing ME!!
"It's not embarrassing, my highness. Everything you do related to me is not embarrassing. It never will be," I replied, starting to drive back home. But then, I got an idea.
I decided to surprise her with a visit at 1:15 am. I picked up a strawberry-flavored ice cream for her (her favorite) and some roses that I had to pluck myself as the flower shop was closed.
I called her, and after two rings, she picked up. "Hello?" she whispered.
"My highness," I addressed her.
"Hmm...now we can talk," she said with a sigh.
"Are you really okay to talk to me at th—
"IS THIS YOU??" she yelled from the other side, nearly making my ear bleed.
I saw her coming towards me and hugged me tightly. I stood there, stunned, processing what just happened.
"Umm, why are you here?" she asked, stepping back.
"Here are some roses and your favorite ice cream, for my highness," I declared, offering them to her.
"Aww...thank you so much," she said, her face lighting up with a smile that made my heart skip a beat.
"You don't have to do all this," she pouted, and I struggled to resist the urge to kiss her pouty lips.
"Anything for my highness," I said, and she giggled.
"Let's go," she commanded, and I followed her silently. I didn't know why, but whenever I was around her, my body moved as she wanted.
In the elevator, as I saw her for the first time, I knew I was in trouble. She looked amazing, and I couldn't look away. It felt like fate had a plan for us. Even as the doors closed, I couldn't shake the feeling that meeting her would change everything, and I was sure it would be for the better.
Her allure was undeniable. Never before had I felt such an intense attraction. She seemed like a missing piece of me, one that would complete the puzzle of my life.
And now, here we were, sitting side by side on a swing on her terrace. She was enjoying her strawberry ice cream, and we sat in comfortable silence. I wasn't usually one for small talk, but right now, I felt an urge to open up.
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" she asked, breaking the silence.
I pondered her question for a moment. I wanted to start this relationship with honesty, but revealing my past could potentially hurt us both.
"Yes, I've had a girlfriend," I answered, memories of her flooding back after nine long years of burying them.
"If you're okay with it, can I know more about your girlfriends?" she inquired gently, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity.
"Ex-girlfriend. I've only ever had one girlfriend in my entire life," I confessed, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.
"Do you still love her?" she asked, her gaze unwavering.
"I've moved on," I replied, averting my eyes.
"Why did you broke up?" she probed further.
"She died in an accident," I revealed, the pain still fresh after all these years.
Sitting with my highness, memories of my ex-girlfriend flooded back, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Despite having moved on, her memory still lingered, haunting me. But being with my highness made it a little easier. I wanted her to know that even though I'd moved forward, it didn't mean I'd forgotten her.
Unexpectedly, my highness pulled me into a tight embrace. Her hair smelled divine, and I found solace in her comforting embrace.
I hugged her back, grateful for her understanding. "Can we stay like this a little longer?" I requested softly.
"Yes," she murmured, and we remained wrapped in each other's arms, finding solace in each other's presence.
After a while, we reluctantly parted, but the warmth of her embrace lingered. We locked eyes, and I couldn't help but admire her beauty.
"You're so cute, do you know that?" she remarked out of the blue.
"No, I don't," I replied, chuckling at her compliment.
"Oh god! Has no one ever told you how cute you are? You're literally the second cutest person for me in this world, after my sweetheart," she said, her smile infectious.
"In my entire life, you're the first person who's called me cute," I confessed, feeling a warmth spread through me. "And who is your sweetheart?" I inquired, unable to contain my curiosity.
"Aahi is my sweetheart. Why, are you jealous?" she teased, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy.
"Hey... heyyy!! Look, a falling star! Let's make a wish," she exclaimed suddenly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"I don't believe in this type of things" I mentioned making her look at me.
"Why? You should wish naa..for me? Please" She insisted as I watch her closing her eyes and joining her hands.
I don't know what she did to me like all I want to do is be close to her. It's like there is something in her which is keep pulling me towards her and I'm not even complaining.
"Mujhe bss inke saath apni zindagi bitani hai, saato janam aur hoo ske toh usse bhi jyda" I whispered in my mind while admiring her.
(I just want to spend my life with her, seven lives and if possible, even more than that)
"What do you wished?" She asked excitedly turning her whole attention towards me.
"I heard somewhere that the wish doesn't get true if we tell it to someone else" I addressed making her angry.
"Fine" she said while crossing her arms as she moved her legs making the swing move too.
"It's something related to you" I commented making her smile.
"Really?" She questioned while I nodded.
"What's was that? Did you wished for us getting marrying or doing some this that thing?" She asked, making some weird signs with her hands.
"What's this that?" I questioned her.
"Um-nothing" she uttered and awkwardly gave me a smile.
She is so silly and cute or maybe there is more to know about her..