Kyra

There is a certain joy, excitement and freedom in being anonymous or pretending to be someone you aren't, you feel free of the shackles that bind you to your responsibilities, duties, decorum and life.

I felt as if I was as light and free as a mere feather in the wind. The time I spent with Reyansh and the pleasure I felt was worth it. He was worth it. It felt good to give in to my desires and wants for once, without constantly worrying about what's right or wrong. Worrying about the business, my upcoming marriage, my family, and the future.

But this euphoric feeling was short lived, as is all good things in life.

After the high, I came crashing down with a dose of reality, I was Kyra Oberoi. I did not have the luxury to be free, in fact what I just did with Reyansh was morally and ethically ambiguous.

I cheated on Abhay!!! I was a horrible person.

My mind was spiralling with what I had just done, I was on the verge of freaking out. I needed to leave immediately and find Abhay to explain myself to him, as soon as possible.

I quickly got down from the barstool, and made myself semi-presentable. I zipped up my dress, finger combed my hair and took a tissue from the bar to wipe my mouth which would surely have smudged lipstick.

All the while, Reyansh lounged on the Sofa and stared at me with an indecipherable look on his face. Though I could feel him track my every move. I didn't know if he regretted it now or he enjoyed himself. But I couldn't care less about it right now. My main priority was finding Abhay.

I walked out of the Ultra VIP lounge, Reyansh didn't say anything or attempt to stop me. He just continued to manspread on the couch and silently watched me leave.

I ran up the stairs and ran to the dance floor, where I last saw Abhay.

What perplexed me the most about Abhay was that he didn't come look for me, or wonder where I was. A guy he barely knew, basically dragged me away from him, while we were dancing and he didn't give a damn. What kind of a guy was he, did he not care one bit? I was his fiancé.

Then I realised that maybe he was so high on drugs, that none of this registered to him, he did look extremely spacey ever since he walked out of the washroom and he was already pretty drunk beforehand. His hair had also been messy and his shirt was untucked. If we both admitted and apologised for our infarctions, we could be able to collectively move on.

Now that I thought of it, I vaguely remember reading an article about a scandal, in which Abhay was arrested and drugs were found in and on him at an underground illegal rave in UK. But 1 day later, the police released him and issued a public apology for his wrongful arrest and for tarnishing him and his prestigious family name.

Reyansh had been right then, Abhay was a drug addict, and his family would have paid huge sums of money to get their son released from jail and to get the police to clear his name and salvage his reputation, by publicly apologising.

Right now, I just needed to find Abhay and leave. I would handle the drug issue later on.

I frantically searched for him and tried calling his cell phone many times but it went unanswered. I was tired and was about to give up and go home, but I needed to use the washroom before leaving. I pushed open the door to the Unisex washroom.

As soon as I entered the visual scarred me, Abhay was leaning against the bathroom mirror facing me, but his eyes were closed in pleasure. He was moaning, his pants and boxers were around his knees, and a blonde haired MAN was kneeling on the floor in front of him.

I was shocked to my very core, I just needed to leave, I didn't have the bandwidth to deal with this now. So, I turned to flee when I ran into Reyansh's hard and muscular chest, the impact made me lose my balance, but at the nick of time he grabbed me.

I removed his hand from my waist and ran out of the club and got into the first taxi I saw waiting outside.

Abhay was definitely a drug addict. He was either bisexual or gay and had been fooling me all along.

Reyansh

I was a total caveman when it came to Kyra, my rational brain would stop working, my desire and passion for her would take over. I was a man who prided himself on the control and power, I wielded on myself and others. But around her everything felt like chaos and I was powerless. My control felt like sand slipping through my fingers.

I had brought her to the private Lounge with a very specific purpose in mind. But I got so lost in her and the chemistry and moment between us, that I almost forgot my mission, my revenge.

She was unlike anyone I'd ever met. People often got intimidated and were weary of me, but she on the other hand rebelled and challenged my authority at every step. I surprisingly found that to be very invigorating and appealing

Seeing her come undone before me was one of the most beautiful sights, I have ever seen in my life. Her beautiful face, her sweet little moans, how her body shook with pure pleasure that I gave her, was a phenomenal experience in itself.

At that moment, she was all mine.

But she then came to reality and quickly left, I let her go because my purpose had been achieved. I was feeling guilt (an emotion, I only recently discovered that I could feel) at what I had to do and what she'd see.

I went up to see her one last time before she would hate me forever for betraying her and using such a beautiful moment between us as leverage. I checked the CCTV cameras feed on my phone and found her near the washroom. I reached there and as expected, we saw Abhay in a compromising position with a man.

I had recently become aware that along with being a drug addict, Abhay was also gay. Though he wouldn't deny himself the occasional female partner.

There was no right time to reveal this to Kyra and moreover even if I wanted to tell her myself, she would never have believed me over her childhood friend. She had to witness this herself and now she had. I tracked her movement till she reached home safely, then I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and headed to the lounge.

I felt bad that in one night she received so many shocks.

Especially after I would have reveal my plans and agenda to her, she would despise this night with a deep hatred. I had access to the cameras installed in every nook and cranny of this place, initially I had planned to use the CCTV evidence as blackmail against both of them and bend them to my will. But now,........ I couldn't. For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to do that to her. So, I deleted the footage of us in the lounge, immediately.

Because of this deviation, I would have to plan and make my next move, very soon. But deep down there was a lingering weird feeling and I almost regretted my actions, then the image of my family and the trauma we faced flashed before my eyes and it strengthened my resolve. I drank away any other emotion festering in my mind.

Though the memory of Kyra and I, in that lounge would live rent free in my mind. I almost wished that we could live in that moment, forever. Or maybe if I wasn't, 'Reyansh Alex Kapoor' and she wasn't, 'Kyra Oberoi', then things would've been different, I would've swept her off her feet and made her fall head over heels in love with me. My heart knew in another timeline or an alternate life, we would've been very happily in love and would spend the rest of our lives together in bliss, without any baggage of the past.

In this timeline I would just have to settle with being throughly obsessed with her.

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