Prologue 🔥
SIDDHARTH POV
I never thought I’d think about her again… after just one night.
I’ve never felt like this for any girl before.
Girls throw themselves at me all the time. It’s common. Who wouldn’t? I’m the multimillionaire Siddharth Arora.
We met at a club in New York. I was there with my business clients… and she was with her friends. Different from all the others — stunning in a red backless dress, minimal makeup… effortlessly captivating.
Unknowingly, she was pulling in every male in that club — her beauty was impossible to ignore.
I was no exception.
I felt something strange, something new. But it was real. I had never felt this way about anyone before.
She looked at me.
I was already looking at her.
Our eyes met — her hazel orbs pulling me in like a force I couldn’t resist.
We held that gaze… until my business client broke the moment.
I shifted focus back to work, diving into the discussion. But I couldn't shake off the pull.
And then — out of nowhere — someone came up to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said:
“I’m sorry. My friends dared me to do this…”
It was her. The same girl who had captured my attention.
Before my bodyguards could react, I raised my hand to stop them.
I nodded and said calmly, “It’s okay.”
She smiled.
And walked away — back to her friends — like nothing happened.
When I finally finished my work and was preparing to leave the club, flanked by bodyguards, I saw her again. She looked at me.
She was feeling it too… that strange connection.
Then I heard one of her friends yell:
“Sana! Tu kal subah ki flight se Delhi mat ja, yaar!”
She looked excited — maybe because of me.
Exited.....
