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Mythili's POV -

The party was in full swing and thankfully, neither my mother nor father had come here looking for me. A few people here and there would make way while talking over the phone and then get back soon just as quickly once they are done to enjoy the party.

I, for one had found a small little dark place on the terrace. I could see everything going around but I doubt anyone could see me and I was thankful for this spot.

" When on earth will this end? I have been here for the past two and a half hours." I whined to myself and opened my phone to go on and read an article on inflation. It would definitely help me during writing the answers in exam.

" Papa is calling you inside." The little devil of my brother finally found me sitting there and announced before running away back inside.

I sighed, getting up and immediately knew what was coming. I had went on to do exactly what I had been asked not to.

I took a deep breath and made my way inside the banquet and located my family and almost took baby steps towards them hoping that somehow either they will disappear or I will. Unfortunately, nothing of that sort happened and I did reach them.

" And here she is, my lovely daughter." Dad announced as I went to stand next to him, plastering a smile that I had practiced for years, just for events like these.

" Namaste." I folded my hands in front of the woman standing in front of me.

She didn't say anything. Just gave me a small nod before turning her attention back to my parents. That's when I realized that she was the same woman, Malini Singh Rathore whom I was supposed to win over tonight.

" What is her name?" She asked my mother and pretended as if I wasn't standing there. I wanted to scoff but at the same time, I was also humored by their hypocrisy. After all, my father had just called me lovely.

" She is Mythili." Mom replied with the very fake smile as mine plastered.

" Let me introduce her to my son." She said scanning the hall until her eyes laid on a man who was talking to two other men. He was in a black three-piece suit and by the looks of it, had a glass of Whiskey in his left hand as he was casually taking a few sips. There was something on his face, so cold and so calculated that I couldn't bear to look at him for more than five seconds and I averted my eyes away from him.

By the reaction of my parents, it was pretty clear that we was making way to where we were standing. I still refused to look at that face and instead, found myself looking at my fingers fidgeting against each other.

" Mr. Kapoor, Mrs. Kapoor." His deep baritone rang in my ears and it made me force to look at him once and just as his deep brown orbs met mine, I looked away just as soon.

" Shivaay why don't you take Mythili to the dance floor. The night is still young and this beautiful lady is all alone." She asked her son in a suggestive tone and once again, I wanted to correct her.

I was alone and happy before I had been rudely summoned here.

" May I have this dance?" I saw his arm extending towards me but his cold voice laced with a hint of sarcasm was what truly scared me. I looked at him once again and found that cold and calculating look on his face once again and then once more, I averted my eyes away, fidgeting with my hands, deciding upon how to politely decline him.

" Where are your manners Mythili? Go on. Don't keep the man waiting now." Mom encouraged me to give my hand in his and truly, having zero other option, I did.

As I gave my hand in his, he guided me onto the dance floor. Yes, I know how to dance. I had taken lessons while I was still young, just that at that time, I didn't realise the reason why I was being made to take those classes, now I perfectly do.

His right hand was engulfing my waist and his other hand was in my own as he swirled and twirled me across the dance floor with utmost ease and I continued to avoid looking at him. Instead, I kept focusing on the moves and looking at my hands.

" Look at me." He demanded, his voice destitute from any emotion but still the coldness lingered. I decided to ignore him and continue going back and forth as we continued to dance.

" I loathe repeating myself Miss Kapoor." I heard him say and found his fingers under my chin as he lifted my face to meet his eyes and when I did, I found them to be just as cold as his voice and once again, I decided to look away and tilted my head slightly to the left.

I was characteristically conscious of his hand clenching my waist as he showed no intention of  letting me go even as the slow song going on changed to another one of a similar kind. His hands on my waist was just making me more nervous than I already was and then his weird demand just threw me off.

Maybe, if I annoy the hell out of him, he will himself tell his mother that I am not the kind of girl he needs or wants in his life. It will be a win-win situation for him and for me.

It was a matter of moments before once again, my eyes caught his and this time, I was so close to him the smell of his fougère and woody cologne was blurring my senses. I had never been so close to a man before and most certainly, I wasn't prepared for it either.

" You haven't done this before, have you?" He asked once again as he whispered his words to my ear as he pulled me closer to him and my head was just near his right shoulder, thanks to my heels.

" What do you mean Mr. Rathore?" I found myself asking before I could stop myself.

" Danced with a man before." He asked, twirling me on my feet.

" I have, as a matter of fact." I replied to him with my head held high and this time, it was I who decided to look at him. I tried to appear as confident as I could while I lied.

I heard his tongue click in amusement, as if mocking me over my lie and once again, it was me who had to look away, embarrassed to have been caught lying.

As the music slowed down, I took a step away from him, conveying my intention to stop and thankfully, he obliged as he gently brought my hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the knuckles of right hand and his action made me blush a little as I felt the heat creep up to my cheeks.

If he did notice, he didn't say anything and escorted me back to where my parents and his mother were standing.

" What a lovely performance. You both looked ethereal on the dance floor, my dear." His mother gave me a small smile this once instead of completely ignoring my presence.

" Mrs. Rathore why don't you and Shivaay come for dinner tomorrow night." My mother laid her trap for them and she surprisingly walked right into it as she accepted the invitation.

For some godforsaken reason, Mr. Rathore did not object either despite  my behaviour towards him and this time for the hundredth time tonight, I wanted to become invisible.

" Excuse me for a moment." I was so glad when my phone went off. It was Viraj calling and I could just hug him right now for that.

My mother gave me a nod as I walked back to the terrace once again and answered the call.

" How's the birthday party going Vir?" I asked, sitting on the bench once again.

" We are having so much fun and all of us are missing you." he screamed over the music and I could hear Amrita and Hritik in the background, shouting too.

" I wish I was there too. It would have been so much more fun than this boring party I am at. But it's okay. Just bring me the leftover cake home tomorrow you guys." I said, trying to sound more enthusiastic and less miserable and it worked as they promised to come over to my place tomorrow and I hung up.

As much as I wanted to keep on sitting here, I knew that I had exploited my parents patience tonight and they were not pleased. So I had to get back inside and when I did, I found all of them standing exactly the way I had left.

" Mythili why don't you tell Shivaay how good are you at event management. You remember the last AGM dinner we hosted in March? It was her who had made all the arrangements and looked after everything even though she couldn't attend the dinner due to a few prior commitments." Dad said and mom agreed and Mrs. Rathore looked impressed as she said a few praising words and I thanked her while all I could think about was getting out of the uncomfortable dress and go to bed.

" Excuse me." Mr. Rathore was approached by a few other men, all of them talking business as he made his way to the others and I found myself visibly relaxing. Was I honestly standing that stiff in his presence? What was wrong with me?

" Well then Mr and Mrs. Kapoor, I will see you for dinner tomorrow night and looking forward to knowing you, my child." She held my hands gently as she gave me a warm smile before taking her leave.

My dad, then got busy talking to some other guest while mom was catering to Rajveer's dinner and I did not know what to do. I had no friends in the likes of these people. All the girls were either too judgemental or too involved within themselves to be friends with me and I found that to be okay. I'd rather keep to myself then fall into a kind of company I don't really prefer.

I looked around and found no one really taking notice of my presence and that's how I was certain that no one would feel my absence either so I decided to sneak out of the banquet hall and make way towards the lawn in the front. There was no one present as I sat on one of the swings and rocked it till it caught rhythm of it's own and I threw my heels off, letting my feet feel the gentle dew lying on the grass and I laid my head back, closing my eyes for a moment when I felt a pair of eyes on me. I dared not to open my eyes because I knew that once I did, I'd have to face whoever it was and hoped that it was just a fragment of my imagination and nothing else, but of course, not all of us can be that lucky now, can we?

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