Riya stood in front of the mirror wearing a deep red dress. It was simple yet elegant. Her hair fell softly over her shoulders, and for a moment, she barely recognized herself.
"Is this really me?" she whispered.
That evening, she arrived at the party venue. Golden lights, soft music, and well-dressed people surrounded her. Everything looked luxurious, almost unreal.
Just then, a black car stopped at the entrance. Arjun stepped out, dressed in a sharp black suit. His presence alone drew attention.
His eyes scanned the crowd and stopped on Riya. For a moment, he said nothing.
"You're late," he said.
"I'm right on time," she replied.
He looked at her again. "You look… acceptable."
Riya frowned slightly. "Acceptable?"
He smirked. "Let's go."
Inside the party, people whispered as they noticed her. Riya stayed close to Arjun, trying to remain calm.
A man approached them. "And this is…?"
"My assistant," Arjun replied.
That word hurt more than she expected.
Later, when Arjun stepped away, the same man approached her again and tried to get closer. Riya felt uncomfortable.
Before things got worse, a strong hand pulled her away.
She collided into Arjun.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Stay close to me," he said firmly.
Soon, the music turned slow and romantic.
"Dance with me," Arjun said.
Before she could refuse, he pulled her to the dance floor.
His hand rested on her waist, and her heart started racing.
They moved slowly, their eyes locked.
Everything around them faded.
His gaze dropped to her lips.
She felt her breath stop.
He moved closer…
Closer…
And just then—
"Arjun!"
Nisha's voice broke the moment.
Riya stepped back instantly.
The moment was gone.