Chapter 4
Aanya Sharma (FL)
turned around and found herself looking up into a pair of intense dark eyes that seemed to bore right through her****
Arnav Singh Rathore (ML)
Dance? *said in deep voice*
Aanya Sharma (FL)
Felt shiver rub down her spine***
Before she could respond, he was leading her onto the dance floor, his hand firm but gentle against her back. The dimmed lights, casting the ballroom in a soft glow.
Aanya Sharma (FL)
I...I wanted to apologise*stuttered nervously*
He said nothing, just continued to guide her smoothly across the floor, his eyes never leaving her face. There was something in those eyes – something that made her heart race. It was as if he was trying to memorize every feature of her face.
In the dim light, his gaze seemed to burn with an intensity that should have frightened her but instead awakened something long dormant within her. It was the look of a man who recognized something precious, though Aanya couldn't understand why he would look at her that way.
Aanya Sharma (FL)
Have we met before? *whispered*
Arnav Singh Rathore (ML)
His lips curved upwards slightly and he ignored her question****
Arnav Singh Rathore (ML)
You dropped your earring *in deep tone*
Arnav Singh Rathore (ML)
Took out the earring from his pocket***
Aanya Sharma (FL)
Unconsciously hand went to her ear and an earring was missing***
Aanya Sharma (FL)
Oh, thank you *took the earring*
Aanya Sharma (FL)
Sorry for threatening you earlier. Mujhe laga aap mere dost ke fiance hain
(I thought you were my friend's fiancé.)
Arnav Singh Rathore (ML)
Your name?
Aanya Sharma (FL)
A..aanya sharma
The effect of her name on him was immediate and startling. His grip on her waist tightened fractionally, his eyes widening for just a moment before his expression was once again carefully controlled. But not before she saw it – a flash of something that looked almost like recognition.
Aanya Sharma (FL)
And your name?
Arnav Singh Rathore (ML)
Mera naam jaanna zaroori hai?
(Is it necessary to know my name?)
Before she could respond, he bent down slightly, his lips close to her ear.
Arnav Singh Rathore (ML)
Meri little star **whispered*
And then he was gone, leaving her standing alone in the middle of the dance floor, her heart racing, her mind spinning with confusion. Why had he called her that? Why did it sound so hauntingly familiar?
She touched her earring – the tiny gold star now back in place – and felt an odd sense of loss she couldn't explain.
Across the room, Arnav watched her from the shadows, a storm of emotions raging behind his carefully controlled expression. After all these years, his little star had returned. And this time, he had the power to keep his promise.
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