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Now Enjoy with with "The Boy She Called Her Nightmare"

Mishika's pov
This can't be happening. I'm not ready to face him. Not yet or ever. Just by looking at his face, all my wounds, all the scars and all the fears, which I've spent years fighting, resurfaced.

I paced frantically in the room which I'm supposed to be sharing with my mother till the wedding finishes. I should have listened to my gut feeling and should have never come here. Why did Lara di has to be so annoying that I took no interest in digging about her wedding details ?

My head snapped when the door creaked open and my mother came in. I gulped. I need to think of something to get out of here. I watched as she went on explaining the clothes she brought for me to wear.

"Maa." I called out trying to fill some confidence in myself. She turned to spare me a glance signalling me to continue whatever I wanted to say.

"Maa, I don't feel well. Can I go back ? And I think I'll be called for the new project." I hated lying to my mother but I don't have any option.

"But you said you were granted the leave and will spend a few days with us." I fiddled to come up with something else but couldn't get anything right now. Lying is not my cup of tea. Though I've managed to keep a few dark truths hidden from my parents.

And I feel extremely guilty for that. And Aarav Oberoi is the name of the dark truth of my life which better be in the dark.

"Mishu, what will we answer to your bade papa ? You know how they are, right ?" I sighed out. Of course he will leave no chance to taunt my parents if I leave.

Rajeev Singhania or should say Singh, my Bade Papa, has done nothing good to us except making us feel worthless in comparison to him for his whole life. He acquired the whole property and my naive father said nothing due to the respect for his elder brother.

His daughter refused to go to the same college or high school as I because that would lower her standards. And I am very much thankful for it though. I already had enough people to make my life hell in those days. Another one wasn't required.

In India you just can't miss or leave your cousin's wedding. Because it will be a spicy topic all around your nosy relatives. And I don't want people to unnecessarily bother my parents because of my problems. Not anymore.

'Just two days.' I repeated in my head. Stay far away from him, avoid him like he isn't here. Just for two days.
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Author's pov
Hence after, Mishika found herself in the farthest corner of the party zone. Her fingers danced on the edge of the glass that rested on the bar counter. Later that evening Lara came barging in to take Mishika for the bachelor's party.

And here Mishika was, sulking between the unknown crowd, dressed up in the jewel neck bodycon that went till the mid-calf.

She wasn't aware of the western dress code and hence had nothing suitable to wear. She thought she could use this as an excuse to keep herself away from this party. Nonetheless Lara came up with the back-up dress which Mishika wore right now.

Mishika couldn't apprehend why Lara was being so sweet and hell bent to bring her to the party ? Although let the thought shrug for now.

The discomfort she was feeling can't be described. The dress was so tight near her bust that made it tough for her to move freely or to even breathe properly.

"Look, whom I found here ?" Mishika was brought out of her trance with the familiar yet unrecognisable female voice.

The voice belonged to Rhea who had a mocking smile adorning on her lips. If Mishika dislikes someone more than her Bade Papa and his family then it is definitely Rhea.

"Sweet little innocent Mishika, all grown up hmm ? By looks and from the right places too." Mishika mentally cringed at the choice of words. Rhea laughed taking a sip of the golden liquor in her hand meanwhile her mysterious dark eyes indulged the uncomfortable figure of Mishika in.

Rhea Pathak had never been the right person to mess with. And right now under the peppy lights, in her sparkling deep v-neck dress and with her short brown curls flowing a few inches above her shoulders, she looked like the she devil disguised in the beauty of an angel.

It has always been tough to try to read what goes inside Rhea's brain. She is another name of an uncalled storm that could turn your life upside down. And Mishika knew better.

Mishika sighs thanking her best friend, her forever saviour, Ishan in her mind when his name brightened up on her phone screen. She finally had an excuse to get away from Rhea. Whereas Rhea very clearly read the name and the corner of her lips quirked up in a shrewd smile.

Slamming the now empty glass on the bar counter, Rhea very discreetly leaned on Mishika. "We have too many upcoming encounters. Hang in there." The smell of alcohol reeking through her mouth had Mishika so distracted that she couldn't pay proper attention to Rhea's words. And before she could process anything Rhea was already mixed somewhere in the crowd.

Picking up her Mojito back from the counter she chugged half of it in a single breath. Feeling the cool liquid instantly palliating the discomfort in her veins, she finally swiped on the screen accepting the upcoming video call.

She beamed, sighing that she finally got somewhere to chat with him without the bugging loud music. "How's it going ?" A scowl took over her face and her shoulders slightly limp down in response to his question.

"I already want to run away. I wish you were here." she complained, earning a chuckle from him. And a small smile automatically lifts on her face too.

"Show me the dress, my lady." this time she left out a throaty chuckle before tilting the camera in such a way that he could see her entirely.

"Arms needed. My best friend looks breathtaking." he animated-ly spoke, keeping a hand over his heart. And she smiled through the tint of pink on her cheeks.

She used her free hand to stifle the sudden loud gasp that vented past her lips. Luckily she tightened her hold around her phone on time before it could fall down. Her face wrinkled up with utmost disgust.

Aarav had a lady pinned against the corner while his mouth frantically moved against hers. Mishika recognized the lady to be a hotel staff assuming it from her costume. Their hands seem not to stop wandering upon the other. Mishika almost had her eyes coming out of sockets as she noticed his hand slipping inside her skirt. She couldn't gawk at the scene in front anymore and silently slipped out of there.

"What happened ?" Ishan's voice helped her slow down her steps and she took a few breaths.

"Disgust happened." she meant it and yet for another time a gasp escaped tearing past her throat. And before the sound could drag any attention she quickly pushed her body behind the wall to hide herself.

She scrunched up her nose in disgust and took deep drags of air as she felt her head spinning. There Aarav was fooling around another woman and here Lara was sucking on someone else's throat. And on this thought Mishika's head felt heavy.

"I will tell you later. My head is hurting." and then the call went disconnected. She further leaned her body against the wall but jumped when hot breaths fanned against the soft of ears.

"Rational. Isn't it ?" startled, she turned around but hastily took a few steps back as her head bumped with the intruder's chin.

Her lips parted upon the sight of Aarav who stood in his arrogant glory with his hands tucked in his jeans pockets. His eyes were oddly stiff as he glared at her right hand where the mobile was lying under her grip.

She visibly squirmed on her spot under his predatory hawk eyes that raked up and down, drinking in every inch of her. "Hii to you too my sweet little innocent Misha." His voice was cold and cocky. The way he rolled out the abbreviation of her name out his tongue, it left a lingering bitterness on her tongue. The bitterness of the past.

Cocking his eyebrows he took a step in her direction. His movement made the alarm in her head buzz loudly and she scanned the environment and gulped when spotted no one around. "Stay away." involuntarily her hand came forward to sign him to maintain the distance however the chrr sound made them both freeze.

She tilted her gaze and found the dress now torned from the side of her underarm that made the pink bra she wore visible. Meanwhile his gaze followed where she was staring. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she quickly dropped her arm and tried to move further back only to stumble due to a sudden dizziness.

Jerking her head she rubbed her neck and arms. "I feel hot." her voice meek nonetheless reached his ears. She continued to rub her arms frantically mumbling to herself. His eyes narrowed on the sudden change of her demeanour.

Her face twitched in uneasiness and now she was rubbing her body all over here and there. "Stop doing that." holding her forearm he yanked her to himself. The sudden force made her swing in his arms like a dry leaf. She struggled in his grip but continued rubbing her arms or pulling her dress. And it had now started to frustrate him.

"You can give me a strip show once I take you to your room. For now stop before this stupid dress rips into shreds." His remark was too blunt but she no longer was in the state to pay attention to it. Her head felt heavy and the world around her felt changing temperature dynamically.

With a firm grip, he shoved her in the elevator along with him. Her eyes squeezed and shut as she continued rambling "I feel cold. This dress is itchy. It's cold here. But I feel hot too."

He deadpanned as another chrr sound resonated in the elevator. "It's still cold. I need warmth." staggering she stumbled in his arms making his blood run wild in his veins."You are warm." smiling to herself she rubbed her hand that was over his chest. A sane Mishika will never do that.

Tilting her head she started up at him with those drowsy honey brown eyes of hers. His jaw ticked as he chanted incoherent profanities under his breath. His gaze continued to waver at her collarbone or deep cleavage since the torn dress made it so left open for his hawk eyes.

A wave of lust crossed his eyes darkening his charcol orbs a shade deeper. The thin thread of control in him snapped when her hands reached to his nape. A loud gasp echoes through her lips as she whimpers at the sudden pain since he slammed her against the elevator wall.

"You_" her lips trembled.

"Fucking stop speaking." he growled, eyes flickering to her lips. His fingers curled around her throat firmly and he breathed furiously making his shoulders shake. It took the power of every cell in his body to not have his twisted sinful ways with her.

Luckily the chiming of the elevator helped to cut the tension.

He fumbled to get her phone out of his pocket while balancing her from his other arm. Once he pulled out her phone, which he picked up when she dropped it, he removed its case to get the key card.

Kicking open the door with his leg, he brought her to the bed before forcing her to lay down. "Sleep" the look in his eyes was scary while staring at her eyes who were looking at him. "Don't move unless your mother comes back."

Turning on his heels he walked out of the door. The moment he stepped out he found Preeti standing there. Her face now morphed with confusion finding Aarav there. "She will pass out soon."

She couldn't even process his words properly yet he moved on without saying anything else. When finally his words started to make sense she quickly sprinted inside the room and was left baffled to see her daughter's condition.

Meanwhile Aarav moved past Lara who was fuming. His shoulders bump with her yet he doesn't stop to acknowledge it. And it pissed Lara more. Rhea made a tch sound keeping her hand on Lara's shoulder as a gesture of mocking pity.

"Mishika, beta what happened ?" Preeti's heartbeats were frantic as she patted her daughter's cheeks. Thousands of negative thoughts started to sprout in her head accelerating the degree of panic to another level. And the condition of her daughter's outfit wasn't helping at all.

(Dear)

As if recognising her mother's presence, Mishika grabbed Preeti's arm snuggling closer to it. "Maa, don't go." her voice was feeble and shaky. "I feel the same. Same as that day." speaking further her tone gets hoarse. "I don't want to feel this way."

Preeti palms her mouth to push back the sob that was ready to choke past her mouth. And a tear rolled out of Mishika's eyes.

Word Count- 2262

Well..Well.. what do you think of Lara and Rhea's character.... Believe me both the girls are not same at all..

You may hate Aarav for long.. (ps:- that's what I've planned) so let me hear your inner voice...

Do shower your reviews..

Signing off
~T.R