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 etc.

Whereas now I felt as if I was light and as free as a mere feather floating around in the atmosphere. 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, About my life, my upcoming marriage, my family, my job, my 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 and realised that I was Freaking 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 am a horrible person. I was in the middle of an emotional breakdown, I needed to leave from here and find Abhay and explain myself to him as soon as possible.

I quickly got down from the stool, made myself presentable by setting my dress correctly, and I finger combed my hair and took a tissue from the bar and wiped my mouth which had smudged lipstick all over.

All the while Reyansh lounged on the Sofa and stared at me with an indecipherable look on his face. I don'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 stop me, he just manspreaded on the couch and watched me leave.

I ran up the stairs and reached 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 basically dragged me away from him while we were dancing and he didn't give a damn, what kind of a guy was he. I was his fiancé after all.

Maybe he was so high on drugs that none of this registered to him, he did look extremely zoned out ever since he walked out of the washroom and he was already pretty drunk beforehand. I remember reading an article about the scandal in which Abhay was arrested and drugs were found in and on him at an underground illegal rave in UK, but 2 days later the police had released him and issued a public apology for the wrongful arrest and tarnishing Abhay Singhania and his prestigious family name.

Reyansh was 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 get the police to clear his name and reputation by publicly apologising.

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

I frantically searched for him and tried calling his cell phone many times but it was unanswered and I was tired and was about to give up and go home when I decided to use the washroom. I pushed open the door and before I realised that it was the Men's washroom.

I entered and the visual scarred me, Abhay was leaning against the bathroom mirror facing me, but his eyes were closed in pleasure , he was groaning and his pants and boxers were around his knees, and a blonde haired MAN was kneeling on the floor in front of him and sucking him off. His one hand was clutching the guy's hair tightly and pushing and pulling his head up and down roughly. He was yelling, "Faster, go deeper and faster."

I was shocked to my very core and I wanted to ran out of the washroom and turned to flee when I ran into Reyansh's hard and muscular chest and the impact made me lose my balance, he grabbed me to break my fall, but his eyes were locked on the visual behind me.

I couldn't deal with anything else now, so I removed his hand from my waist and ran out of the club and got into the first taxi I saw waiting outside and went home.

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

Reyansh

I was a total caveman when it came to Kyra, my rational brain would stop working and my desire and passion for Kyra would take over.

I was a person who prided myself on the control and power I wielded on myself and others. But around her everything felt like chaos and I was powerless like sand slipping through my fingers.

I had brought her with a very specific intention to the private Lounge. But I got so lost in her that I almost forgot my mission, my revenge.

She was unlike anyone I've ever met. When people would get scared or submit to me, she rebels and challenges my authority and order at every step. I found that to be very surprisingly invigorating and refreshing.

Seeing her come undone before me was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen in my life. her face, her sweet little moans, how her body shook with pure pleasure that I gave her, all this 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) at what I had to do.

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 Men's washroom, I reached there and saw Abhay in a compromising position and Kyra was looking at her fiancé getting blown by a guy.

I had recently become aware that Abhay was a drug addict and was gay, although he would very occasionally sleep with girls as well.

There was no right time to reveal this to Kyra and moreover even if I wanted to she would never believe me over her childhood and family friend.

She had to witness this herself and now she had.

She ran from me and I let her. I tracked her movement till she reached home safely and 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 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, including the Ultra VIP Lounge and the Men's washroom.

I had just completed phase 3 of my plan to gather blackmail evidence against Kyra and Abhay, I didn't expect to collect both in one night, but I was prepared nonetheless.

I would be making my next move very soon. But deep down there was a weird feeling and I almost regretted my actions but the image of my family and the trauma we faced flashed before my eyes and I strengthened my resolve and drank away and tried to drown any other emotion festering in my mind.

But the memory of Kyra and I, in that lounge would live rent free in my mind and I wished we could live in that moment forever or maybe if I wasn't Reyansh Alex Kapoor and she wasn't Kyra Oberoi, things would be different, I hoped.

Or Maybe we weren't meant to be happy together. But then my heart knew in another timeline or an alternate life we would be very happily in love and would spend the rest of our lives together in bliss.