Warning: This story will make you pull your hair because of the drama and happenings between the characters!

"Shreya, you should visit a doctor. You health is deteriorating day by day because of the constant vomits. You should get it checked what type of stomach bug it is." Avni, Shreya's bestfriend suggested seeing her condition where she was snuggling under the covers in her bed.

"But Avni, it might get cured on its own-"

"That's what you've been saying since two weeks. You couldn't even attend your own promotion party in the office. How bad is that now tell me?" Avni reasoned.

"You're right. I'll visit the doctor as soon as possible." Shreya nodded her head.

I just hope it's not what I am thinking. She thought in her mind.

"Did you give any answer to Sambhav after he proposed to you that day?" Avni asked with deep interest.

"Avni, you know it very well that I have no interest in Sambhav in that sort of way. He was my good friend, still is and will continue to be one till forever. I don't intend on getting in relationship with him." Shreya responded, stating the truth.

"Why? He has ever had feelings for you." Avni reasoned.

"That doesn't matter. I don't and I don't think I will be able to develop any." Shreya put up her point.

Around thirty minutes later, Shreya was sitting on the vanity in her room and gaining immense strength and courage she pressed the dial button. Avni had left her alone moments back and now she had no other option, but to go ahead with this.

"Hello, this is Healthcare Hospital. How may I help you?" The person on the other hand asked.

"Uhh- I would like to book an appointment with the best gynecologist in your hospital under the name Shreya." Shreya said.

"Alright Ma'am. I am booking an appointment for you with Dr. Manyata Sharma at 4 PM today. Is that fine with you?" The person asked politely.

"Yes, that's fine." She nodded solemnly.

Ten minutes had passed since that phonecall and her heart still wasn't at peace knowing the stick laying down on the bathroom's countertop.

A used stick to be precise.

She felt as if she didn't have the courage to look at it. Maybe hearing the final statement from the doctor would be better than this?

Pregnancy kits aren't always correct right?

"You have to do it. You have to for yourself. You're strong right?" She muttered to herself and taking a deep breath, she entered her bathroom with her eyes shut tightly, chanting prayers in her mind at the same time.

Opening her eyes in the most careful manner, she peeked onto the white stick kept on the countertop and she felt as if her eyes has popped out of its sockets.

Two lines.

Meaning?

Positive.

Positive for?

Pregnancy.

Whose child is it?

She thinks she will forever regret.

Flashback:

"Go! Go! Go! Shreya!" Everyone hooted as she gulped down four shots in a row.

"God, that was amazing babe." Avni said capturing Shreya in a hug which she gladly returned.

Her mood was just fantastic today.

"Well, what can we say? The birthday girl is always in a mood." Sambhav shrugged making everyone laugh.

Today was the 25th birthday of Shreya Aggarwal. As always she had invited all of her friends which were ranging around 15 to 20. The party was held in one of the city's largest club in a 5 star hotel with music blasting nonstop, drinks rounding everywhere in everyone's hands and all of them enjoying like anything.

Shreya's party were widely known from the starting as money was never a problem and neither was booze.

"Come on guys! Let's dance." She shouted over the music while pointing towards the dance floor covered by sweaty bodies of hundreds of people, that were there except her friends.

Everyone on the dance floor was lost in their own world. Pairing with anyone they found at the moment, they had just one thing in their mind. To party!

Wrapped in one of her friend, Aditya's arms she was carelessly dancing.

One fact, she was drunk. And other she still didn't stop as she had a glass in her one hand while other one was wrapped around Aditya's neck swaying on the beats of pop music.

Swinging carelessly on the dance floor, she all of a sudden fell into the strong arms of a person. He didn't let her fall as he had securely wrapped an arm around her waist.

"What the fuck Shreya? How drunk are you?" The person hissed in her ears, straightening her in his arms.

"Omigod! Look who's here! My bloody enemy!" She shouted and everyone hooted not even listening to what she'd just said.

"Veer Shekhawat here, huh? What is a moron like you doing here? Specially at my party?" She smirked, placing hands on her waist, looking at him challengingly.

"This is a public club, okay. Show your princiness somewhere else." He scoffed, pushing her away from himself.

"Hey! Don't you dare touch me. I can only wonder from how many days you haven't taken a bath." She scrunched up her nose.

"Don't even start with the bitchiness Shreya. You wouldn't like going away from your birthday party crying right?" He growled, twisting her hand.

"I'll bloody cut that hand of yours." She screamed, smacking him on the forehead.

"Try me." He smirked, twirling her in a way now that his front was pressed against her back, their hands twisted between their bodies.

"Shoo! Leave me you pig. You're stinking." She hissed through clenched teeth.

"I'll deal with your pretty little mouth later, bitch." He gritted out, leaving a fuming Shreya behind, walking towards the bar.

And Shreya looked at his retreating figure for a good minute, now back to the dance floor, this time into the arms of a different person whose name she didn't even know.

But he smelled good leaving the fact he seemed too young for a girl like her.

She always liked real man. A man who can make her knees go weak. A man who is her level. A man who is always up for a verbal fight with her seeing how bad of a mouth she has.

Almost an hour had passed with Shreya tossing around to different men as she just couldn't find the perfect one. Her drinks were long lost forgotten as she knew her limits. She was surely drunk, but not super drunk.

Her enemy, Veer Shekhawat had seemed to lost it. In this one hour, he had gotten himself drunk. Where his enemy was busy enjoying on the dance floor, he was busy drinking away his mind.

And he had finally had enough.

"It's time for you to go leave your own party, weirdo." He spoke, bending down on her level.

"And who are you to tell me this? My father?" She shot back.

"I would rather prefer Daddy." Veer shot back with mirth.

"Anyway, I wouldn't mind calling your father and telling him about you crossing your limits." He smirked, crossing his arms making Shreya grit her teeth.

Shreya's father, Vivek Aggarwal had only two conditions for her to party. The first one being drinking to a limit which she had reached way before and second one being leaving the party before 1 AM and reaching back at her own apartment. He trusted her for her to do these things.

"You bastard!" She hissed punching his arms and he laughed at her futile attempt.

"You better follow me now." He voiced out, flicking his wrist and immediately started going out of the club's gate.

Her friends were still busy partying. None of them was known of the fact that the birthday girl is itself leaving the party and somewhere they didn't care as well.

Huffing at the situation, she decided to follow him.

'Why does he has to know everything about me and what happens in my life and family?' She grumbled in her mind.

He was walking towards the elevator of the hotel which they'd entered now, her eyes roaming at the masterpiece.

"Why are we going there?" She spoke, looking at him.

"You and I both are in drunken state. Not sober enough to drive and I know for a fact that neither of us have a driver available here. So for that, we're spending a night in one of the suites in this hotel which I just booked." He said pointing towards both of them simultaneously.

"The heck." She muttered leaning back on the wall of elevator.

'Spending a night with him?' She cursed in her mind.

They finally reached their destination which was the 26th floor and Veer exited without even waiting for Shreya who scowled at his back, going back to following him.

"Well, well, well. What else do I expect when a person like you has booked the room."

"What do you mean, bitch." He glared at her which didn't affect her even a bit.

"For a single night stay and you again booked an over the top room. Such unnecessary spendings." She shook her head plopping down on the bed.

"Oh yeah? My booking of a suite is an unnecessary spending and your stupid parties isn't. Well, well, well, isn't it unfair darling." He smirked knowing he had made her tongue tied this time.

"Don't darling me you piece of-" She couldn't even complete her sentence when he had gripped her forearm tightly.

"Start with the curses and you won't like what all I will say to you." He hissed, bending down on the level of her ear.

"Bastard." She muttered under her breath, turning her face away from his.

"I need to do something to this pretty little mouth of yours." He gritted out, gripping her jaw in his hand.

"Leave me." She said calmly and he didn't listen to her.

"Leave me otherwise you won't like what I am about to do to you now." She threatened and he let out a mocking laugh.

"Do it." He smirked and she did.

Crashing her lips on his rough yet full ones, she tugged on his hair and it wasn't like he was shocked or he didn't react. He had immediately responded to her kiss, now kissing her in a rough way.

His hand tangled in her hair, one hand gripping her jaw for the better access on her mouth, his tongue was busy exploring her mouth feverishly in the roughest of way. His teeth bit on her bottom lip making her hiss, but he didn't soothe it or let her rest. Instead he was back on torturing her mouth roughly.

"Oh god." She muttered, rubbing her swollen lip, glancing at him accusingly.

He was busy smirking down on her, wiping the saliva out of his swollen lips as well.

"Why did you bit me bastard?" She hissed poking her forefinger on his chest.

"Because-" He couldn't complete when she had again crashed her lips on his'.

"Fuck, they're addicting." He heard her murmur in between and they back to kissing each other and it was nowhere with care and love.

It was only full of pleasure.

They hadn't even realize when they'd removed each others clothes, now leaving them completely bare still kissing each other like mad people. It wasn't for once that their lips had disconnected since they'd started kissing again.

"Did you just sniff me? Me as in the stinky pig?" He asked in bewilderment.

"You smell good. And don't stop loser." She nuzzled his face in his neck, inhaling his expensive cologne and he obliged listening to her, back to kissing her feverishly.

Throwing her on the bed, he crawled on top of her and placed feathery and impatient kisses trailing from her jaw to her breasts.

"Don't teast me you fool." She hissed, pushing her tongue inside his mouth.

Parting away from her, he bit on top of her breasts, marking her and she tugged his hair without any mercy making him hiss in pain.

"Don't ruin my hair weirdo." He warned, biting on her nipple making her gasp.

"Damn, that felt so good pig." She moaned.

"Don't stop." She murmured at his torture on her breasts.

It was painful and pleasurable at the same time.

"V-Veer- I am-m-" She didn't even have to complete her sentence when he cut her off.

"Really?" He asked in bewilderment, not believing while knowing what type of girl he thinks she is.

"Me too." He muttered and she heard it clearly making her shocked.

And she couldn't even overcome her shock when he had captured her in the most excruciating pain, pushing his length inside of her making her mouth drop open.

The next couple of hours was filled with their moans, their bodies tangling in each other's, filling their needs. They knew it was no where love making, it was just pleasure.

A drunken pleasure to be precise.

Flashback Ends.

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"I am going to take out that bloody teeths out of your mouth. When I said I want to meet him now, it means now. Not sooner or later. I don't give a fuck if he's in any sort of important meeting." Shreya hissed at his personal secretary who she hates from a long time.

Her behaviour isn't what she likes after all.

"Ma'am, he has ordered me not to let anyone go inside-"

"I don't care! It's my father's building as well. I will go inside any office I want." She snapped at the smirking secretary who was thinking and being immensely happy about the fact that she's the only one who could enter her insanely handsome boss's office.

"What's going on here?" An authoritative voice stopped the banter between the two women.

"Look who has finally decided to grace us with his presence. Mr. Veer, Moron of a Shekhawat." Shreya said clapping her hands dramatically.

"Shreya." He hissed.

"Don't Shreya me you moron. And how many times have I told you to fire that bitch?" Shreya glared at the personal assistant who mirrored the same expression.

"Neha, back to your work. And you Shreya, come inside my office. I don't want to snap and yell around my office openly." He said pointing to his office's mahogany door.

"My office?" She scoffed.

"Don't start with the same bullshit again Shreya. I am warning you." He said in a low, husky voice and for the very first time she listened to him.

She was both mentally and physically strained.

"What was so important that you had to come to the office for 'talking' to me?" He asked smugly, leaning on the massive table of his cabin.

"Well for starters, I am telling you this is the last time I am seeing that hell of a woman, Neha in this office. Fire her." She said boldly, plopping down on his massive chair as if she owned it.

Veer glared at her which she returned with the same. Even deadlier than his making him gulp silently.

"Come at the main point Shreya. I don't have any extra time for these petty issues." He said crossing his arms over his chest.

There wasn't any response.

"Shreya."

"Shreya." He finally turned to her who was now running to the direction of adjoined bathroom which she knows just when he did for the first time, her hand clamped on her mouth tightly making him frown.

Not even realizing it, he ran behind her who was puking her guts out bending down and unknowingly he was patting her back.

"Did you eat something bad?" He was concerned, which was so not like him according to Shreya.

"All your fault. It's all your fault Shekhawat." She glared, cleaning her mouth.

"Are you kidding me Shreya? Just because we don't go well along and we're basically enemies, this doesn't means you're going to blame me for your stomach bug." He reasoned, helping her way out of the bathroom.

"IT'S NOT A STOMACH BUG!" She yelled as this was the same thing she had been listening from two weeks and was trying to believe the same.

"Stop shouting at me. I won't care to do something I would regret later doesn't matter you're sick or not." He hissed at her.

"Well you will after what I am about to tell you." She said lowly.

"Why?" He asked skeptically.

"You remember my birthday night right?" She questioned without any hesitation.

"O-Of course, I do." He nodded and he even remembered how he'd dropped a super angry Shreya at her apartment the next morning where she didn't leave a chance to throw something or the other at him as she thought it was solely his fault.

And he was not in the right place or mind to even react to the insults she hurled at him.

"You know what it has resulted in?" She asked lowly.

"No?" He said dumbfounded.

"I am pregnant." She whispered.

"Oh wow! Congratulations." He said smiling a little, not even listening to properly what she just said.

"Congratulate yourself as well pig." She hissed.

"We consummated. It was us both together. Not just me which concludes you're also pregnant in a way." She completed glancing at him.

"What did you just say? You're pregnant?" He shouted looking at her with wide eyes.

"Mmhm." She nodded looking at him.

"Because of t-that night?" He asked, still not getting the situation.

"Mmhm." She nodded again.

"What the actual fuck?" He cried, clutching his hair, dropping on the chair behind him and Shreya rolled her eyes at his dramatics.

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