🎶Lock me up and throw away the key

He knows how to get the best out of me

I'm no force for the world to see

Trade my whole life just to be

Top of the world but I'm still not free

It's such a secret that I keep

Until it's gone, I can never find peace

Brace my whole life just to be🎶

The music in the club was thumping loudly and I along with my girl was enjoying our night. Why shouldn't we? My body moved with such grace and elegance with the song and God! This was my therapy—losing myself on the dance floor after a day of boring lectures from professors.

My golden shimmery backless dress paired with my favourite shimmery Jimmy Choo. The makeup was bold, glittering, and perfect. Fiery and elegant—that’s how I felt tonight

“Shit bitch! This is so much fun. Never knew your dad's club could be this much fun.” squealed by bestfriend, Everly.

I gave her a classic “what the fuck” look to which she just laughed and chugged down three shots in one go, well that look was given cause even her dad owns a few clubs and other things included.

“That's my girl, but careful babe, we don't want you throwing up in my pretty Rolls Royce, now do we?” I spoke in a mocking tone and we both burst out laughing until a typical “male species” swaggered over, thinking that they can get any girl in their beds with just a few words and a drink.

“Hey beautiful ladies. Thought you both could use some company?” the guy with honey orbs spoke and the other one with chocolate brown orbs just grinned like an eager puppy, ready to get his fair share.

TYPICAL.

“No, thanks. We're good.” Everly spoke, dismissing him, trying to get us out of this mess but he before either of us could process, held and yanked her towards him in a forceful manner.

“Now pretty girl, we are just looking for some company and besides-” before he could finish, my fist collided with his face, breaking his nose.

“Bloody joker. She said no right! Can't you take NO, as an answer? Huh?” I spat angrily and I'm sure it must've wounded his ego, but I do I give a shit?

Nah.

“You bitch!” He glared at me. “You're gonna regret this. You have no clue who I am. Agar pata chala na toh tu apne ghutno par jake maafi mangegi.” He spat angrily, taking a menacing step towards me, towering me.

(If you come to know about my identity? You'll go down on your knees and apologise to me.)

I scoffed, oh the sheer audacity. Does he know who Kriti Singh is? I think not.

I glared at him, taking a step forward, refusing to back down and get intimidated by a jerk like him.

“Pray, tell me?”

“I am the son of the RANAWAT’S. Their younger son, Arjun Singh Ranawat.”

Oh shit! Dad's business friend.

Umm- Well he started it.

“Oh! Is that so? Well” I cross my arms, looking at him from head to toe as if sizing him up. “Then Mr. Ranawat, do you know who I am? Huh?”

“What? No. Why would I know about a low life like you?” He spat incredulously.

This jerk!

“Sorry to break the bubble, but I ain't no lowlife Arjun. I'm Kriti Singh, only daughter of Rajat Singh and the younger sister of-”

“Veer Singh.” He spoke, cutting me off, as his voice trembled a little but he masked it well.

Pin. Drop. Silence.

Rajat and Veer Singh weren’t just CEOs of Singh Enterprises—they ruled the underworld too. My father was the underworld head, and my brother, the next heir.

I smirk, as I continue, “What happened Arjun? Got nothing to say to this low life?” My tone, sneering as I continue,

“Don't ever mess with us again Arjun, or else-” I let the silence stretch before continuing, “Rathore uncle might lose his only heir.”

I walk away with Everly by my side.

“That was so hot girl. I mean the way the poor guy was too stunned to speak and OMG! His friend's expression? Camera worthy.” She laughs and I just smirk, ever so.

No one has ever lived peacefully after messing with Kirti Singh, no matter who it is.

And before we could walk out, a certain someone caught my eye, hidden amongst the crowd, I couldn't see his face but those eyes,

The onyx orbs,

they did something to me which I haven't felt in a while.

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AUTHOR'S POV

I saw the way she handled herself and Oh! The way her fist collided with that guy who held her, I am assuming, best friend's hand was oddly satisfying and a strange part of me, was turned on by the sight of it.

I have been seeing her since the time she hit the dance floor and the way her dress was barely covering her and the way it was accentuating her curves? It drove me mad.

The way other men saw her? Their gazes lingering longer than it should.

FUCK!

But her? She didn't give two shits about it, while a part of me was happy about it but the greater part? It wanted to do nothing more than to just throw her over my shoulders, spank her perfectly round ass and fuck her till her till she just remembers me.

I watched her leave and I wanted nothing more than to follow her but now is not the time.

She's mine but the only problem is that she doesn't know it yet.

Well, can you blame her? I, too, found out a few hours ago, the minute she entered the club in that damned oh-begging to be ripped off golden dress, a walking sin and I just wanted to commit it so badly.

“Don't worry Sin. You'll be very soon, enjoy while your freedom lasts.”

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Well, this was the prologue.

How was it?

Chapter 1 will be out on 01.02.2025 on both SCROLLSTACK & INKITT.

See you soon 💋🌷