Something within him was different today.

'What?' He didn't know.
But it was certainly there.

Hands itching with desire to touch the caramel like velvety soft skin and for the first time ever in his life did The Sanskar Maheshwari found it difficult to turn his gaze away from a girl laying atop him.

Cladded in an elegant pink dress the way she was holding tightly onto him evoke a feeling so foreign to his cold and unyielding heart.

Black manes flowing gently along the wind and with a glow so bright only a crown was needed, and she would make a befitting figure for a princess.

So porcelain.

So fragile.

'Princess.'

The word was right on the tip of his tongue but somehow he could not get himself to voice it out aloud.

(Here is the pic of her dress)

The hold onto his shirt's collar tightened with each passing second while he continued to observe her silently.

Eyes shut tightly in fright mumbling something incoherent under her breath.

His hands as if have a mind of their own, unbeknownst to him, were rubbing soothing circles on her back on their own accord.

Unknown to the duo two pairs of eyes were eyeing the scenario silently standing a few feet away.

Abhijeet Maheshwari stood rooted to his spot all the while observing the exchange quietly.

Needless to say, he himself didn't expect this kind of a reaction from his son.

"How the hell it even happened?!!

The same question lingering inside all of their minds.

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Flashback : A Couple Hours Earlier

Slender figures leisurely moving up to adjust the tie knot meanwhile buttoning up his blue armani suit paired with a black dress shirt underneath.

(Here is the pic of what he was wearing).

The man's entire persona was screaming money while he casually checked himself in the mirror for one last time.

Stealthily picking up his brand new iPhone since he smashed the last one in quite a fit of rage the previous night, The 26 years old bewitching Billionaire made his way out of his bedroom, pulling out a cigarette out of his pants pocket before casually placing it in between his lips.

The first two buttons of the linen shirt were undone giving a peek at his toned muscular chest.

"The car is waiting outside Mr.  Maheshwari."
Nodding his head in acknowledgement as he proceeded to lit up the cigarette.

A puff of smoke soon following the action, diligently escaping out of his full firm lips.

"Let's just get it over with."
Sanskar whispered silently to himself, crushing the used stick beneath the sole of his shiny black boots before settling inside the elegant hybrid Lamborghini Vaneno.

A car that would turn over heads for sure.

(Here is the pic)

How is it?

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"You didn't tell him. Did you?"

"You realise he would know soon enough though. Right? You can't just hide it forever." She fired one question after the other not bothering to wait for his answer. Sakshi Maheshwari already had an idea about what her husband's response would be. It seems like her dearest husband was hell bent on fixing this relation.

Black hair with gray highlights fluttering back and forth in the wind.
A weary sigh escaping out of her lips.

Tired brown hues gazing out of the car's window with a frown that now a days seems to be etched permanently onto her face.

"It was not necessary." Came back the reply in an all too familiar clipped tone, shaking her out of her thoughts.

Successfully increasing her irritation up-to a notch.

"And what would he do when he would see her? Our son is not a fool Abhijeet. It would take him seconds to find out. Have you ever thought about that?!! " A slight taunting visible clearly in her words while she did nothing to hide back her obvious distaste.

"At least he would be meeting her this way." Abhijeet rationalised maturely like an adult.

Trying to get across his point while the couple headed for the Thakur's Villa. The plan was to meet in front of the Thakur's residence so that the trio could head together inside.

"And as far as her condition is concerned then I'm not forcing him into this Sakshi. Sanskar is free to do whatever he want."

'Why can't his wife just understand?!! '

'He isn't an enemy of his own Son.'

A sadness looming over his heart once
again. Though the man knew that his son would straight out reject the girl, he still harboured a hope somewhere deep within. Holding onto a belief that maybe he would be able to fulfill the last wish of his dying best friend.

"Why is it so hard to understand?!!"

"Sanskar." Sakshi exclaimed, elated to see her son after so many days.

The fact that he lives on his own separately doesn't help the situation either.

"We should head inside."
The beguiling young man muttered uninterested turning his face away before the woman in front of him even had the chance to touch him or anything.

Sakshi's smile faltered a bit at the blatant rejection but regained her composure soon enough. Eyes flashing hurt before plastering in a fake smile immediately dropping her raised hand awkwardly to the side. 

With a nod from Abhijeet, the Maheswari's found themselves sitting on the sofa with none other than Omkar Thakur himself.

"Where is Ragini Om?"
The softness with which his father asked for the girl didn't go unnoticed by Sanskar.

It's not everyday that you witness Abhijeet Maheshwari being affectionate towards someone other than his family. So the fact, only managed to peak his curiosity even more.

"Ragini."
He tested it out onto his tongue.

"Ji, she went to the roof just a while ago. If you want I can call her here."
The lady sitting beside his father's best friend informed a bit apprehensively.

Disha Thakur, Shikha Thakur's mother.
Sanskar recalled inside his mind.

That's her.

"Oh no. That's completely okay. In fact,  I was thinking Son why don't you visit her there itself? That way you can meet her alone."

Abhijeet suggested but Sanskar knew better. It was anything but that.

His father wouldn't take no for an answer.

While though a bit reluctant, Omkar Thakur gave his consent as well.

Cursing a thousand times under his breath he begrudgingly made his way to the roof without giving away his inner turmoil.

Abruptly the billionaire was pulled out of his thoughts by a loud scream that appeared to come off of the same place he was heading to.

Reaching at the desired location black orbs scanned around the area searching for the possible source of the screams.

Following the noises his search finally ended when intense chocolaty hues clashed with soft black ones.

A pair of doe like eyes staring pleadingly at him for help. His gaze landing on something or rather someone that had him rooted in he spot.

Her.

The very same girl whom he considered nothing but a wild imagination of his drunken and tired mind.

She was here.

Right in front of him.

Someone whom he thought didn't even exist until now.

Each blow of wind slightly covering her face with her hair partially blocking his view of her and he had to fight this sudden urge to tuck the silky strands behind.

A tear rolling down her red puffy eyes was enough to break him out of his daze amd that's when the reality hit him. Snapping him back to the situation at hand.

'What was he even doing?'

Hanging onto the railing she was barely holding onto the support. Her grip beginning to get loose.

"Don't see there."
Sanskar whispered when he saw her gazing fearfully down at the ground a 100 ft. below.

A scaring height indeed.

Words tumbled out of his mouth before he even had the chance to comprehend.

"Just look at me okay?"

"It's alright. Let me help you."

She was panicking.

Her hands shaking violently with fear.

Sanskar immediately stepped forward, bending while holding out his hand as much as he can for her to take.

"It's okay. I'm right here." The heartless Casanova cooed softly, urging her to take his hand.

It was getting harder for her to hang for longer and Sanskar was sure that she would fall if she didn't took his hand soon enough.

Even though he would never admit, the thought of something happening to her brewed an unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Promise I will not let you fall. Just take my hand?"

Comforting a girl is something he had never done before and his own actions were deepening his confusion even further.

The second she tentatively placed her dainty hand in his large gruff ones, his fingers instantly latched around it.

"Yes. Come on."

Gaining leverage, he was able to pull her up safely to the floor. Heaving a sigh of relief.

Without a proper footing her balance fumbled, taking him down with her as well and the couple soon found themselves laying on the floor with her atop him.

Flashbaback Ends.

"Ragu. Baccha."

The voice brought him out of his stupor.

Sanskar looked up to see Mr. Thakur running over to the duo with concern.

Her weight was soon lifted off of him but his mind was already stuck somewhere else.

'This is completely unlike him.'

'This is not how Sanskar Maheshwari behaves.'

His anger and self loathing kept increasing while he continued to berate himself over the way he acted.

'She's nothing different.'

With that one thought in mind he prepared to walk out of the place for forever.

It's HIS life and HIS choice whatever he wants to do.
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"P-prince."

A hand delicately wrapped around his pinky finger.

Forbidding him from stepping out.

An Unknown Desire.....and A Secret Hidden Safely

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