~Nikhil Randhawa x Raghavi Shergill~
?Tropes?
Reverse Grumpy x Sunshine
Businessman x Businesswoman
Mafia Romance
Age gap
He fell first x She fell harder
~Samarthya Sahani x Maithili Shergill~
?Tropes?
Mafia Romance
He fell first and harder
Age gap
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The party in Mumbai was electric, a pulsating mix of flashing neon lights, deafening bass, and the intoxicating scent of alcohol blending into the humid air.
Bodies moved in sync with the music, the beats reverberating through the crowded space.
Laughter, flirtations, and drunken confessions floated around, but Raghavi was lost in her own world, standing near the bar with a non-alcoholic drink in her hand.
She swayed slightly to the music, enjoying the rhythm as it thrummed through her veins.
Her gaze wandered, scanning the sea of people until it landed on him-Nikhil.
He was in the center of the dance floor, completely immersed in the music.
His jacket had been discarded, leaving him in a simple white t-shirt that stretched over his broad shoulders and sculpted chest.
His biceps flexed with each movement, the veins running down his forearms visible even under the dim, multicolored lighting.
The sharp contours of his jaw, the tousled locks of his hair, and the sweat glistening on his skin made him look almost godlike.
Every little thing about him-his carefree movements, his easy smile, the way he exuded an effortless charm-was intoxicating in its own way.
Raghavi forgot to blink.
Why was she looking at him like this?
Her heart pounded in a way she couldn't understand.
She had always found herself intrigued by Samarthya.
He was the one who caught her attention, the one she thought she wanted to notice her.
But Samarthya barely acknowledged her existence.
He never paid attention, always distant, his interactions with her minimal at best.
She had spent too much time feeling invisible around him.
And yet, in this moment, everything was shifting.
Nikhil was magnetic.
His energy was consuming, his presence demanding.
She exhaled sharply, realizing just how long she had been staring.
Her fingers gripped the glass tighter, a strange sensation twisting in her chest.
What the hell was happening to her?
Why was she feeling this way?
And why, out of nowhere, did Nikhil suddenly seem like the only person in the room?
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The music was loud, the beats pulsing through the air as Nikhil danced in the center of the crowd, completely lost in the moment.
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