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As the glow of the sunset filtered into the room, Amanat was seen getting ready with a determined air. Her room, well-organized and reflecting her calm demeanor, contrasted sharply with her bed, which was scattered with clothes and accessories, hinting at a more chaotic side.

Amanat was preparing for the inauguration of her brother-in-law's new restaurant. As she finished touching up her makeup, a notification disrupted her tranquility. Setting aside her lip gloss, she read the message that made her blood boil: "Shubman Gill is attending the inauguration of the new One8Commune Restaurant in Mumbai, along with other celebrities and cricketers. Click to know more."

Naturally, her jiju had invited his second-favorite kid (she was the first one), and of course, he had conveniently left out the detail. "JIJS!! DIDI!" she screeched, causing Virat and Anushka to wince downstairs. They knew why she was screaming: she had discovered her nemesis's presence and, worse, that she hadn't been informed.

"GET YOUR ARSE UP IN MY ROOM. RIGHT. NOW!" she bellowed again, making Virat sigh and head to her room.

Gently knocking on the door, Virat stepped in to find Amanat glaring at him with her arms crossed. He gulped as he faced her. She thrust her phone at him.

"YEH KYA HAI?" she demanded loudly.

"Yeh tera phone hai, bacha. What's wrong?" he said with a cheeky grin as he lowered her hand.

"Why didn't you tell me that dipshit is coming too?" she fumed.

"Amu, he's my teammate. I needed to invite him," Virat tried to reason.

"But you could've at least told me! I would've mentally prepared myself," she retorted.

The room fell into an uneasy silence as Amanat sank into her chair. Virat, sensing her distress, sat beside her and ran his hand through her hair.

"Why do you hate him so much?" he asked softly.

"HE just gets on my nerves, jiju. Acts like he's Mr. Know-it-all when he knows nothing," she explained, fidgeting with her rings.

"Just tolerate him once for me? Please," Virat pleaded.

Sighing, she reluctantly agreed. Virat left her to get ready, not before placing a tender kiss on her head and giving her a side hug.

Swiping on her last stroke of crimson red lipstick, she stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes reflected pure rage but also something indefinable. She knew that if a man got on her nerves, she owed him nothing. And that's exactly what she intended to do today: ignore Shubman to the fullest and enjoy her time with her friends and family. After all, she would never do something that bad, would she?

Strutting into the restaurant in an all-black bodycon dress with a square neck and puff sleeves, Amanat soon caught everyone's attention. Her usual smile lit up the room as she approached her ride-or-die, Inayat.

"Inu!" she exclaimed excitedly, hugging her. "Look at you! Planning to swoon Abhishek huh?" she added with a playful smirk, earning a small smack on her shoulder from Inayat and a shushing. Both girls giggled and began to chat their way through the party.

"So, how are you planning to handle Shubman?" Inayat asked playfully, making Amanat groan.

"Don't remind me. I'm just going to ignore his ass," Amanat said.

"Or maybe you should put your ego asde and talk? I mean, you do like him," Inayat suggested.

"Oh please! I hate him. Besides, it doesn't matter if I like him or not; he doesn't seem like the relationship type," Amanat replied, clearly upset by the new topic.

She didn't want to admit to liking him, especially when she also hated him. To her, Shubman was just another playboy and a cheeky flirt.

Inayat gave her hand a gentle squeeze and smiled sympathetically. She understood Amanat's inner turmoil. Sensing the need to change the coversation, she decided to drop a bomb. "Abhishek is my date to this party."

A gasp escaped Amanat's lips so loudly that people started looking in their direction. Embarrassed, Inayat assured them it was nothing and took Amanat to a secluded corner. "Keep your voice down," she whispered.

"Omg, omg, omg! He finally asked you?" Amanat squealed and giggled, to which Inayat nodded with a blush covering her face.

"Yeah, he did it yesterday. We've decided to go with the flow."

"I'm so happy for you, Inu. Though let me know if I need to bring out my gloves if needed," Amanat replied, her voce a mix of happiness, playfulness, and a hint of concern.

The duo continued to chat and mingle with other guests when the two dashing gentlemen arrived an hour late. Inayat, catching Abhishek's eye first, gave him a small wave and whispered to Amanat that the boys had arrived.

Making their way over to the male duo, the females smiled. Inayat had a polite smile for Shubman and a hint of blush for Abhishek. Amanat, on the other hand, only smiled at Abhishek and paid no attention to the older male, much to Shubman's dismay. However, she did check him out before walking over, taking in every detail of his outfit. Shubman was clad in a black shirt and trousers, paired with the green Rolex her jiju had given him. "Why is he so hot?" Amanat mumbled to Inayat, who giggled and received a glare in return.

The four exchanged greetings, with Amanat strictly ignoring Shubman, who kept smirking in her direction. They chatted for five minutes before Virat and Anushka approached, deciding to take the boys away, with Inayat following her date, Ishan, and giving Amanat a cue to hit the bar.

As Amanat made her way to the bar, she was determined to enjoy herself despite her nemesis's presence. She ordered a drink and took a sip, trying to focus on the lively chatter around her.

Suddenly, she felt a presence beside her. Turning, she saw Shubman leaning against the bar with a smirk.

"Wow, Amanat, you're really committed to this 'ignore Shubman' strategy, aren't you?" he said, his voice dripping with charm.

"Ah, Shubman Gill, the man of the hour," Amanat replied with a sassy smile. "Here to make my night even more delightful?"

"Always happy to be of service," Shubman said, his gaze lingering on her with a teasing glint. "Though I'm surprised you're still here. I thought you'd be hiding in some corner by now."

"Why would I hide? I'm here to have a good time, not to play your games," Amanat retorted, her tone playful but firm.

Shubman chuckled, stepping closer. "Games? I thought we were just getting to know each other. With a dress like that, you must be used to getting all the attention."

Amanat raised an eyebrow. "Flattery won't get you anywhere, Shubman. I'm perfectly content with my own company."

"Is that so?" Shubman leaned in, his voice low and smooth. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're dying to have a conversation with me."

She took another sip of her drink, meeting his gaze with a smirk. "If I wanted to talk to you, believe me, I'd make the effort. Right now, I'm more interested in my drink and enjoying myself."

Shubman's grin widened. "I'm persistent, Amanat. They say persistence is key. Maybe you'll warm up to me eventually."

Amanat laughed, amused but exasperated. "Well, if annoying me is your strategy, you're on the right track. But if you want to stick around, be my guest."

"Annoying you is not my intention," Shubman said, his tone light but sincere. "I just want to get to know the real you, beyond the sass and attitude."

"Good luck with that," Amanat replied with a wink. "I'm a complex puzzle, and not everyone can solve it."

Shubman gave her a knowing smile. "Challenge accepted. I'll be around. Maybe I'll get to see a different side of you."

As Shubman sauntered away, Amanat shook her head with a smile, despite her annoyance. She took another sip of her drink, letting his words roll off her back. She was here to have fun, and if Shubman wanted to flirt and tease, she'd handle it as it came.

As the night progressed, the party reached its peak. The restaurant's ambiance was electrified with music and energy. Guests were dancing and mingling, and Amanat, feeling more relaxed after her earlier encounter with Shubman, decided to hit the dance floor with her friends. The music was infectious, and the mood was vibrant.

Shubman, noticing Amanat's shift in mood, decided to make his move. He navigated through the crowd and spotted Amanat dancing energetically with her friends. With a determined expression, he approached her.

Shubman tapped Amanat on the shoulder. She turned, her surprise quickly replaced by an intrigued smile.

"Looks like you're having a great time now," Shubman shouted over the music.

"Definitely better than before," Amanat replied with a flirtatious glint in her eye. "What brings you here? Looking for another round?"

Shubman grinned, extending his hand. "Why not? I could use a dance partner who can keep up."

Amanat laughed, taking his hand with a confident smile. "Alright, let's see if you can handle it."

As they joined the dance floor, Shubman's moves were smooth and assured. Amanat matched his rhythm with a blend of grace and playfulness. Their chemistry was evident as they danced closely, their bodies almost brushing with every movement. The intensity of their dance created a charged atmosphere between them.

As the music slowed to a more sensual beat, Shubman pulled Amanat slightly away from the crowd. They found a quieter corner of the dance floor, but their proximity only added to the tension.

"Not bad at all," Shubman said with a teasing smile, his hand resting gently on Amanat's waist.

Amanat's breath quickened slightly as she looked up at him. "You're not too bad yourself. But don't get too comfortable."

Shubman's gaze lingered on her lips, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "I'm just trying to get to know you better. There's more to you than meets the eye, isn't there?"

Amanat felt a flutter of excitement at his words. "Maybe. Or maybe I just enjoy keeping people on their toes."

Shubman leaned in closer, their faces inches apart. "Well, you're definitely keeping me intrigued."

The music shifted back to a lively beat, but the tension between Amanat and Shubman remained. They returned to the dance floor, but now there was a palpable connection between them. Their playful banter continued as they danced, their eyes frequently meeting with unspoken understanding.

As the night progressed, the restaurant's energy didn't wane. The music kept the crowd moving, and Amanat and Shubman, now slightly tipsy from a few drinks, were still dancing with enthusiasm. Their movements were less controlled, but their chemistry remained undeniable.

Shubman twirled Amanat with a playful spin, causing her to laugh loudly. She stumbled slightly, but Shubman caught her, his grip firm and reassuring.

"You alright there?" he shouted, his words slightly slurred but filled with genuine concern.

Amanat grinned up at him, her cheeks flushed. "I'm perfectly fine! Just a bit wobbly. You trying to make me dizzy?"

"Maybe," Shubman replied with a smirk, pulling her closer. "Or maybe I'm just having too much fun with you."

Their laughter and flirtatious banter continued as the night wore on. The crowd around them seemed to blur into the background, leaving just the two of them in their own little world. Their dance became more of a playful tug-of-war, with Shubman's teasing movements causing Amanat to giggle and try to retaliate.

At one point, Amanat took a dramatic, unsteady step backward, causing her to bump into Shubman, who steadied her with a hand on her back. Their faces were close, and the heat of their bodies combined with the alcohol heightened the intensity of the moment.

"You know," Shubman said, his voice low and slightly breathy, "I never thought I'd end up here tonight. But I'm glad I did."

Amanat's eyes met his, and she could see the sincerity in his gaze despite the tipsiness. "Me too," she replied, her voice just as soft. "This night turned out way better than I expected."

The music shifted to a slower, more romantic tune, and the dim lights cast a warm glow over them. The playful tension between them gave way to something more intimate. His hands on her waist and her hands on his shoulders, as the pair swayed to soft romantic beats playing. The atmosphere toned down as they continued to dance.

As Amanat swayed in Shubman's arms, her heart raced-not just from the physical closeness, but from the whirlwind of emotions stirring within her. She had spent the evening determined to ignore him, but every teasing glance and playful jab had chipped away at her defenses. Now, standing close, she could feel the heat radiating from his body, and it both excited and unnerved her.

What was happening? She had told herself she hated him. His arrogance, his cocky smirk-they drove her crazy. Yet here she was, feeling drawn to him in a way she hadn't anticipated. The playful banter had shifted from irritation to something electric, and a part of her was thrilled by the unexpected connection.

As they danced, their bodies moving in sync, she felt an exhilarating mix of attraction and frustration. Was she really about to kiss the one guy she swore she couldn't stand? The thought made her pulse quicken even more. She had always prided herself on being in control, and now it felt like she was teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

Amanat stared at Shubman's lips. Her moves slowing down as she leaned in. Shubman's heart skipped a beat as henoticed her leaning. He leaned in closer, his breath mingling with hers, and Amanat felt her heart race. There lips met, for a fraction of second before Shubman pulled out to gaze at her.

To him, she was the party herself. The best thing he could've ever found, and he knew if he kissed her right now, he wouldn't be able to control himself, which was the last thing he wanted to.

Understanding his inner turmoil, Amanat got on her tip-toes grabbing the 6'1ft guy's shoulder and leaning in. "Are you sure?",a low whisper escaped Shubman's mouth to which she nodded as she stared at his cherry plump lips.

Without another word, Shubman gently cuped Amanat's face and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was tender at first, exploring and testing the boundaries of their newfound closeness. As the kiss deepend, it became more passionate, fueled by the alcohol and the emotional intensity of the night.

Amanat wrapped her arms around Shubman's neck, pulling him closer, her fingers tangling in his hair. The world around them faded away, leaving just the sensation of their lips moving together. His hands found the way to the back of her dress, sending shivers down her spine. He caressed it softly, sensually, enough for Amanat to be turned on.

He led her to the corner of the club, where no one was seen. Pulling apart for a second, he looked at her flushed face, a smirk instantly making a way to his face. "Enjoying much sharma?" He commented as he placed soft feather like kisses all over her face.

When he earned no response from her, he got worried. He paused as he pulled away, creating distance between the pair leaving Amanat confused. "Did I do something wrong?" Amanay asked, stressing about the fact that weather this is what she should do, considering both the people were drunk.

"I am gonna ask you again, Are you sure?" Shubma asked again in a low voice. He knew they both were drunk. He also knew this was wrong. Amanat was basically Virat's sister, and if he found put, poor guy would be dead. He also didn't want to do anything which was against her consent.

"You think a lot" Amanat remarked as she grabbed his collar pulling him into another passionate kiss. Shubman pushed her against the wall, trapping her comparatively small figure as he pressed his body against her. Their tongues fought for dominance as Shubman's palm pressed lightly againts her throat, causing her to moan into the kiss, and shubman smile into it. The taste of the alcohol was evident, as the pair continued. The kiss was hot and steamy to say the least and lasted for about 15 minutes.

Finally pulling apart breathless both of them looked at eachother with lust filled eyes. "Should we do this?" Shubman asked huffing, his voice a low whisper as his hands continued to caress her waist. Amanat nodded, "No strings attached?" She suggested and Shubman mumbled a muffled yes agasint her lips.

Shubman suddenly pulled away, earning a whine from Amanat
"Let's take it home, huh?" he suggested, tucking a strand behind her ear. Amanat nodded cheeks flushes, breathless.

He helped her fix her hair while he fixed her own. And while she fixed her dress, he took out his jacket, wrapping it around her which earned him a small "thankyou" from Amanat and the pair made their way to Shubman's car, leaving for his home. At this moment Amanat knew she did something bad, why did it feel so good?

CHAI PE CHARCHA WITH ARIA TIME!

(3000 words : enough ig?)

Wassup lovers? I am back and how?? Pur boy scored his 5th century today so I thought what could be a better day to comeback than today???

First chapter is finally up! I have no clue what I wrote, and obviously thelast scene is ew (I lack the skills to wrote steamy scenes). But other than that I enjoyed writing this!

Alchemy will be updated tomorrow most probably! I'm currently editing the chapters and modifying it a bit + making something for it.

My exams ended and I surprisingly did well??? Like who would've thought...

Also do follow @/ictxaria_77 on insta for edits on our baby boy!

Till then, I love y'all.

Lovrgurly,
Aria. 💌