Third POV

Tonight the night is dark. But silence starts to shatter when dark clouds gather in the sky and the strong winds unexpectedly twist into rain.

The sign of wildness.

Dark grey clouds rumble into loud sounds as if warning the world of something that is going to happen.

The cars that pass by the nightclub, create loud sounds when raindrops hit them. No matter what happens, the fun must not stop. Not everyone comes here to spend the night but there are some other people too who come here and pretend to be someone else they are not, to escape their life even for a short amount of time.

Suddenly, a jet-black, McLaren car came to a halt outside that club. The aura unexpectedly flips into dark. A man steps out from the driver's seat before he circles the car and stands beside the passenger door.

He knocks on the window and with an air of confidence, the man strides into the club.

The window of the passenger door glides down and clouds of smoke blow out from the window, revealing a hand occupied with a lit-up cigarette.

An eagle tattoo was inked on the back of his palm while a gleaming gold Rolex Daytona wrapped around his thick wrist.

Surely a rich ass!

But instead of exiting the vehicle, he blew long puffs of cigarette smoke into the air as if he was putting the pieces together of his plans tonight. Only his sharp mind knows what he is up to.

After a moment, the figure emerges from the car and with long strides he walks into the club. The rain glistens over his tailored jet-black suit as he throws the wasted cigarette somewhere outside before he steps into the nightclub.

The sound of rain blends with the music sound; creating another hypnotising atmosphere for the distinct souls on this earth.

As the club was sufficiently luxurious, he walked down the stairs into the neon-lit venue, his hazel eyes moving over the people who were enjoying themselves to the beat of the loud music with drinks in their hands. In contrast, some others were busy being high on many things.

The same man who entered the club first, takes his steps towards him with a glass of Hennessy swirling in his hands, with eyes so cold and dark that a normal person would mistake them as emotionless.

"She is here, Luthra."

He uttered in his best friend's ear.

Hearing his words, a playful but devilish smirk crafts on his lips.

They both made their ways into the VVIP lounge where only a count of 8-9 men were drinking in a circle under dim yellow neon lights.

"Tell the men that I want her in that room."

The man with hazel eyes tells his friend in a low tone as he adjusts his white Italian suit dressed in black shirt before he moves his feet in the same private hallway, away from the lounge.

As he walks down the hallway towards the restroom, a bright but smooth female voice wrapped in shyness gets his attention, coming from another hallway that leads to his left. For a moment his movement slows down.

"My tolerance level sucks, besides I already had two shots with Saesha and Vihaan."

The same voice owning female speaks again with a forgery chuckle.

He is about 3-4 steps away when a male voice, elevating from the same hallway, makes its way to his ears.

"Hey! Not any cheap alcohol, my favorite thang, let's burn the joint together." 

"I'm sorry, Shivaang. I don't-don't do these things."

"Stop playing hard, I know why you came here." The male speaks in a playful tone.

As he takes another step, an audible sound of thumping echoes in the hallway, as if someone gets pushed against the wall.

"Ahhh... Shivaang, Let's get out of here. My head is getting dizzy andI can't even see your face clearly."

The female sounds irritated and some words from her mouth stuttle obviously from the alcohol she had earlier.

The very faint sound of music and bass illuminates the atmosphere of the hallway. 

As he passes through the hallway with slow steps, he eyes the scene with a side gaze. A young girl dressed in a cherry color fitted one-piece with thin straps, one strap hanging low from her shoulder, wearing almost half a foot shiny ivory stilettos while her hair was touching her lower back in loose curls. And she was pinned to the wall with her hands crossed over her head by the owner of that male voice. A tall, muscular, broody, fair-toned guy was pressing himself to her.

And with the third step he walks ahead to his destination, deleting the latest scene from his mind.

"Fucking get off me!" He hears her shouting as he walks away, thinking of another couple drama in the club.

"I have reserved a very special room for both of us. I could have given that opportunity to some other girl too but see you are lucky tonight."

"No... fucking No! What the hell are you doing? I said get off, otherwise I will kick you in the balls."

He could have walked away as it was all getting recorded in the CCTV and guards were on their way but being a Luthra it was not in his freaking blood to let the bastard unleash his animal side. Especially in front of him.

He took a u-turn of his steps and stopped in front of the small hallway. Then while standing away from them he commands while lighting up his cigarette,

"Come out."

"Sorry man?" The guy speaks, without backing off the girl.

"You will say more than just sorry and you heard me."

He slides the lighter into the pocket of his white pants as finishes his words.

"What a cunt!" The guy curses under his breath, leaving the girl before he walks towards the man out of the small hallway space with an irritated expression.

"Move out, Devushka." The man says to the girl who is watching him with squinting drunken eyes.

The guy stops before him with huffing breaths, irritated with both of the persons standing there.

"Don't mess with me, Mr."

"MOTHERFU-" Before Shivaang could complete his foul words, a hard jaw-breaking punch landed on his face resulting in him crashing his face against the caramel color wall of the hallway with a painful moan.

Seeing the scene, the girl halts on her stilettos.

The man also halts his actions from pummeling the guy after noticing the girl's shocked drowsy eyes.

"Go." He commands in his rough voice.

She stills in her heels in the same place.

The man finally takes a close look at her face. The bloody dark red lips matching her dress perfectly and those almond eyes decorated with a mere mascara were enough for any guy to swim on her.

"Go, Devushka." He utters in a soft but controlled voice.

This time she does not stop and without having a look back at the mess she flies away from there as if nothing happened. 

── ⋆.✦

Half an hour later, a sudden wave of warmth fills the space when the party is in full blast and every single human under the ceiling is high except those two friends.

Sitting on a high bar stool, the same saviour of that girl enjoys shot after shot of Hennessy, lonely while the heavy bass music echoes with each corner of the space.

But unfortunately, that was not enough for this man and by god's grace a woman glided on the high stool beside him.

"Hey boy, do you have Moscato wine too?"

In a drowsy voice she asks the young bartender who was serving the man.

The lusty gaze of the bartender falls on the girl before he asks with a confused expression, "Sorry, Miss?"

In response to his question, the girl bends her body on the counter, putting her elbows on it with her face in her palm. She stares at the bartender with siren puppy eyes.

And like any other standardless man, the bartender, with a desireful gaze, tilts his body towards the girl, whispering, "Can you tell that wine name again, Miss gorgeous?"

"You heard me. Duh!" The girl remarks at him.

Before the bartender could make another sentence, the soft deep voice uttered, 

"Sweet Rose."

The man sitting there tells the bartender.

"Sir?"

"Moscato wine. The one she wants." While taking the last sips of his Hennessy, the man notified the bar guy.

"Yes, You heard right." She uttered before the guy served her the drink she wanted.

"Devitsa v bede."

("Damsel in distress.")

The man whispers under his breath as she starts to get off the stool after finishing her drink and turns to her left, where the man was sitting.

With an unsteady step she takes, her heel twists, and she stumbles upon the man. 

"Ouch." 

Her palms landed on his bicep and forearm for the stance while her face buried in his chest.

"Neuklyuzhaya devushka." The man gritted his teeth with a sharp breath.

("Clumsy little girl." )

He clasps her wrists in his rough and thick ones and gets off the stool while handling the tipsy girl.

The whole time, her eyes were half-opened and she was trying to open them but failing miserably.

"Do youuhh wanna dance with mEE?" With a touch of serenity and seductiveness, she asks the man, taking a step closer to him.

He softly leaves her wrists but she slides them around his neck.

"Go home, devushka."

The music shifts to another, a fascinating beat that can draw anyone on the floor.

"Why?" She asks with a pout but he sees a glimpse of hunger in her serene almond eyes.

The man takes a deep breath before his  gaze drops on her juicy glossy red lips.

"You are drunk. This place is not good for a girl like you."

The girl tilts her head a little to her right and while staring deep into those whiskey eyes, she asks softly,

"LiKe mee? But I just had sweet juice."

The man controlling his raging breaths, uttered,

"Sweet rose? You like it?"

"If I say yes, will you dance with me?" She blinks at him, closing the gap more.

"Depends on how you answer." He says, eyeing her from forehead till her chin as if measuring the symmetry of her face.

"I do a good dance and I need a partner like you to do it." She spoke staring deep into his whiskey eyes.

And the next second they were on the dance floor, swinging their bodies to the beat. Her back was grazing against his chest while his palms were cupping her waist.

As the beat changes into romantic melodies, he cups her shoulders and slowly moves his palms down her hand before he lifts them above her head, grazing his face in the crook of her neck while holding her hips, making them swing to the beat.

"What's your name?" He whispers against her ear.

The girl for a second almost lost her control over him but when he swings her again, making her face him as he pulls her closer by her back, resulting in crushing her breasts with his muscled chest.

Her brown pair collides with his whiskey orbs as she uttered, 

"Why don't you guys try working their ass before touching any girl?"

As soon as her poisonous egoistic words made a way to his ear, a scary but flirty expression painted on his face.

He puts his palms a little down her hips, almost cupping them while he questioned back with the same poison.

"Is this how you get into trouble with any guy you meet?"

"I will answer your question but answer mine first." Like a stubborn girl she said, clutching her fingers around his neck.

"Did that asshole know your name before he forced himself on you? The one I saved you from?"  The man asked in his creamy deep voice.

"Ohhhh so it was you. That's why I was thinking why you were smelling so familiar."

Her gaze drops on his lips before she narrows her eyes at him, speaking,

"I can absolutely recognise men like you."

"Damn. You got a smart mouth but with a very naive face." His hand was about to touch her face but the phone vibrating in the pocket of his pants seemed very important to him.

He took his phone out, picking it up before he placed it near his ear.

"You are right. She is that asshole's daughter."

The man on the other side speaks, his crime in partner.

"Hmm." He uttered, staring at the girl's face who was so drunk that she could not even think of asking the man's name.

"Come in the next 15 minutes, you will find her in that room." The voice from the other side spoke before he hung up.

"Find someone else tonight, Sweet rose." He removed her hands off him ,softly, before he had a deep look at her face.

"Wait." She spoke, her voice buttery with a mix of displeasure. "Don't go."

This time he closes the gap between them as he lifts his finger and slides it under her chin, tugging her face nearer.

"Why?" He questions.

She tilts her head a little to her side, staring up at him as she moves her lips in a sentence,

"Who will I dance with?"

Her question almost stirred his sanity that he had been holding ever since his eyes fell on her.

"Go home and sleep."

He says as he leaves her chin before  he steps out of the dance floor and disappears into the crowd.

Half a minute passed since he was gone but she was standing there, looking over at the crowd he had disappeared into.

"Ira!"

"Ira."

"Hey, Ira."

"Come. Let's go home."

Two voices of the opposite sexes made their way to her. Saesha and Vihaan, her bestfriends, came looking for her.

"Ho gaya dance? Bhar gaya mann tera? Chal ab ghar chalte hain. Let's go, baby." Saesha, same as her age, spoke while dragging her friend by her elbow.

("Done dancing? Feeling satisfied? Let's go home now. Let's go, baby.")

Whereas Vihaan holds her another elbow, both of them dragging thier friend off the dance floor.

"We were looking for you. Where the hell are you gone girl?" Vihaan scolds her as they walk towards the back exit.

"I was having fun with a handsome man." Ira answers in a tired and sad voice as she walks out with her friends. 

"Handsome man? But I was with Saesha." Vihaan teased her, making Saesha chuckle.

But their drunk friend was not contented so she uttered again,

"I need to find him. He saved me from that ass Shivaang." 

"Shivaang?" Both of her friends uttered at the same time.

"He was forcing himself on me." Ira answered, making them shocked.

"And that handsome man even danced with me and he told me to go home and sleep." She continued.

"He must be talking about taking you home and sleeping with you, Ira." Saesha spoke.

"Noooo. Why would I lie? I'm Ira Khurana. I don't lie. I have the guts to speak the truth."

Both of them laughed at her silly yaps as they passed down the stairs to the parking lot.

"You are being the opposite of Ira khurana today." Vihaan softly said.

"Girl, you are enchanted to meet him. Like Taylor Swift's song." Saesha teased her when they reached there.

"Saesha, you go home, I'll drop this girl home." The guy suggested being a protective friend.

"And you! Wait here!" He pointed at his drunken friend.

"Where is my Barbie doll?" Ira asked cluelessly to them while twisting her curls in her finger, looking at them with eyes full of confusion.

"I'm taking your doll today, baby." Her friend said as Saesha slid inside the black ferrari and drove off.

"Wait here. Don't move a step." Vihaaan warns Ira before he walks to get his car.

The whole parking lot was filled with cars but empty with humans except these two friends.

"Come fast. I can't stand it anymore." Ira yells at top of her lungs, her voice echoes in the confined place.

"Ughhh..." She sighed leaning to the car nearby and sliding down her body slowly to sit on the floor but before she could do it, a hand with white cloth covered her mouth from behind, stopping her senses that were hardly left inside her.

"Just a second Ms. Scapegoat." A heavy but soft voice whispered in her ear. 

"Mmm.." Her voice barely made contact with the air as she held onto that hand but in 2-3 seconds she slipped in the man's arms and disappeared from the parking lot.

── ⋆.✦

The guy with whiskey eyes walks through the lavish corridors with fast steps, heading towards the room where he was told to.

The expressions on his face were tough to understand. Curious, pissed off, but empty whiskey eyes.

His pace slows down when he enters the most porch area of the club where only VVIPs are authorised to step.

"She is inside, Abhiraaz."

A man with the same heavy and soft voice who was standing on the doorstep of the room informed the man when he stopped there.

"She is inside?" Abhiraaz asked in a dangerously soothing voice.

"Ira Khurana."

Hearing her name from his best friend's mouth for the first time, a devilish smirk plastered on his lips. Like he just won a bet from his enemy.

He grabs the doorknob before twisting it and moves inside the room, leaving his best friend outside before he chuckles while uttering, "It's time to say hii to the baby girl."

It was a luxe bedroom with a big bed in the middle, surrounded by dark red curtains that go up to the ceiling all over the room while a red rug in square shape was lying on the dark wood floor. And two lamps on either of the nightstand were adding warm light in the room.

As he steps inside, his gaze falls on the girl who was lying on the bed but half of her legs are hanging out of the bed. Her one heel was on one foot while the other one was lying on the rug beside the bed. But her face leaned to the opposite of him.

Abhiraaz opens the first two buttons of his black shirt before he takes off his blazer and throws it somewhere on the bed when he reaches near the edge of the bed.

"Not again you, drunk rose."

He uttered in a rough voice when his gaze finally met the girl's face.

He turned back, faced the door where his best friend was standing watching him back with the same eyes.

"Her name?" Abhiraaz asks with furrowed brows.

"Ira Khurana. Daughter of Veer Khurana." His best friend answered.

"What did you use on her?" He asked, circling the bed before he stopped where she was lying.

"Just any normal kidnapper would use." The man standing on the doorstep replied.

Abhiraaz slowly chuckled while smiling too proudly on his crime in partner as he uttered, "Anastasia. Not bad for her."

He sits near the unconscious Ira, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"You know, how much I was enjoying when you were playing that game of damsel in distress even though you were not in your senses. Holyfuck! The way you were dancing with me. Damn. If only I had known that you were going to be the exact meal I have been craving for since so long."

He reaches out his hand, brushes a lock of her hair off her face with so much gentleness that he lacks within himself especially when he is the reason she is lying here unconscious.

"It's a shame for you that you made it so easy for me but at least an advantage for me though, as you introduced yourself to me without even knowing my name."

He speaks slowly, making his friend frown.

"Fuck. The cruel destiny."

He said as he stood up before picking her heels in his hand and lifted Ira in his arms as he began to walk out of the room.

"Where are you taking her?" The friend asked.

Abhiraaz stops before him and speaks while blowing air on her face to remove the hair flick off her face,

"With me. In my prison. I'm damn sure her daddy will come looking for his precious princess."

"She is young."

"I'm not gonna screw her. Relax Mr. Saint."

His best friend whose dark long hair was styled back gave a look with a raised eyebrow before he uttered,

"Don't use any sick trick of yours on her. Heard me? She has nothing to do in this mess."

"Thanks buddy!" Instead of giving any answers, Abhiraaz winked at him and moved out while saying,

"Don't forget to inform her family or friends."

── ⋆.✦

"I HAVE REACHED HOME GUYS."

Vihaan's phone vibrated with Ira's text.

TO BE CONTINUED...🧚‍♂️

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