This book is under major editing. Read the refined version, called She stole my Knight.
Roshni, her name meant light. Yet she was considered as darkness. Except for one person. What will happen to Roshni, when the only person who loves her uncondit...
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"Hey Roshni,"
Husky, low voice. Tone warm, perhaps formal startled me from from the text message Sonam sent me. Turning my feet towards source of voice. My stomach took a flip, I inhaled to calm myself down. "Hi Vikram" I gave a formal smile to him. Ruffled dark hair. Fit pants and shirt, blazer hung perfectly. My eyes reached his face beard covered the lower half of his face, eyes in the color of grey. Escaping the darkness of black. Erasing the purity of white from itself. His grey irises held a tale, his mouth omitted revealing.
"Just hold formal and minimum conversations with them." I pulled my eyes away from him. Bhai's words ran in my mind. What was I even doing? Why was I even looking at him? This was so wrong. So inappropriate.
"Can know if Sir Agastya would be here for dinner?" He asked. Every ounce of him screamed formal. The only thing informal was me. I was gwaking at him, I couldn't help. He was mesmerising. I couldn't help, stare at him.
My finger pushed back a stray strand behind my ear, "I think so." My voice was mere whisper. I was acting crazy. Like a teenager standing awkwardly in front of her crush.
Indeed I was teenager. Standing awkwardly in front of him. Was he my crush?
No! No! Just no.
"I think, I will leave." I forced a smile. An awkward smile. He nodded his head, formally.
He halted. I took this as a cue to escape. I rushed inside our suite. My eyes met Niharika's, "is everything okay, Roshni?" She asked.
I breathed out. I realised my emotions were emerging out, relenting my calm, normal composure. I took a breath, compelling a smile, "yeah, everything's fine." His face popped up in my mind. A shy smile on tips of my lips. I bit it back.
What was happening with me?
My face turned to the mirror. Long fingers fixed the stray tresses as if I was in a wonder- was I looking nice, or the least presentable enough. I was looking fine. Eyes clenched shut, why do I care- if I look presentable enough or not. Why?
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"Ma'am, sir has asked me to let you both know about an official family dinner the Oberoi's have invited to tonight." Sameer let Niharika and I have the information, he took his leave, with formal smile Niharika closed the door.
We got ready around nine in the evening, bhai came, changed in to another suit, "should we leave?" He asked, set his hair, spritz on some cologne.
"Yes." Niharika answered.
I nodded.
We took the elevator to the fifth floor, where the restaurant was, greeted by Mr Oberoi's assistant, he lead us to the table where they sat. Involuntarily, my eyes met Vikram's, crimson coated my cheeks. Dark grey eyes softened, a small, formal smile laced his lips. My lips formed a smile so deep that I had to bite my cheeks before anyone or worse bhai sees it.
