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Anaya,"Yeah, I'll try to- " She glanced at the dancing floor and noticed Divya, who was wasted, lost her balance and was about to fall. She immediately rushed towards her and called her out.

Anaya,"Divya, careful." She stood behind her just in time before she could fall.

He watched as she swiftly rushed towards her friend. He noticed the way she cared about her friend and admires her quick action to save her friend.

Anaya looked at Divya with a concern, Anaya,"Are you kidding me, Divya?! How much did you drink?"

Divya,"I don't... know."

Her voice was barely audible as she was drunk. Anaya knows that Divya doesn't count while drinking, and her concern grows about Divya's condition with each passing minute.

Anaya,"Divya, let's go home. She should go home now."

Divya speaks incoherently, her voice was slurring with the effects of alcohol as she didn't want to leave just yet.

Divya,"No!... I don't... want to go... just yet."

Anaya's concern grew as Divya resists to leave the club. She wants nothing but to make Divya agree to leave the club.

Anaya,"Divya, let's go now, okay?"

Divya resists to leave the club. He listens from a distance as Anaya was trying to convince Divya to go home, but he could tell that she was having a hard time.

Anaya,"Okay. Fine. If we go home now, then I promise that I'll get you anything you want tomorrow."

Anaya's voice was filled with frustration and concern for her best friend. Divya was surprised to hear Anaya's promise. She considerd the offer for a moment, then she smiled.

Divya,"Okay... deal!"

Anaya lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Divya accepted her deal and agreed to go home. Anaya was helping Divya to walk towards the exit of the club as she could barely get a hold on her friend. He was watching the whole scene from a distance, he was concerned about them and as he saw them approaching the exit, he stood up and walked towards them.

"Need help?" He speaks in a soft tone, ready to offer his assistance.

Anaya turned to look at him, surprise was evident in her eyes as she saw him standing beside her, offering his assistance.

Anaya,"Umm... no, it's okay."

He noticed the denial in her words, but there was also a hint of uncertainty in her voice, as if she was not sure whether denying the offer was the right thing or not. His concern doesn't fade, he considerd the situation and realized that getting a drunken friend home safely requires the assistance of someone and he was willing to help. "Are you sure? It looks like a struggle to me."

Anaya noticed the truth in his words, it was a really struggle to handle Divya on her own. She thought for a moment and realized that a little help won't harm.

Anaya,"Of course, it's a struggle. Divya... she just doesn't count when she drinks."

He nodded, understanding the difficulty of managing a friend who can't handle their alcohol consumption. His concern grows as he witnesses her struggling with her drunken friend.

Decided to offer his assistance. "I really think you could use some help with this. It's not safe for one person to manage a drunken friend alone."

Anaya,"Uhh... yeah, I know that it's not very safe for me to be with a drunken friend alone at this hour."

He acknowledged her agreement, understanding that she knows the challenge of the situation. He positioned himself ready to offer his support, waiting for her approval to help.

Anaya sigh as she watched him standing beside her. "Fine. I guess I can use some help."

Hearing her accepting his assistance, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Alright, let's make this easier for both of you."

He approached gently, positioned himself next to Divya, to provide the support and to ease the burden of taking care of her drunken friend.

He lead them to a car parked outside the club, it was a black BMW. He carefully assisted in getting Divya to the car comfortably, ensuring she's properly settled in the backseat. He securely buckled her seat belt. With a gentleman gesture, he opened the passenger door for Anaya. When she got into the car, she looked at him with gratitude. "Thank you."

He nodded slightly, his gaze softened as he appreciated her gratitude and politeness. "You're welcome. That's the least I could do.".

He closed the passenger door, and walked towards the driver seat. Anaya looked around the car and noticed the luxury interior of his black BMW. The car oozed style and comfort, emphasizing his wealth.

He opened the door of driver seat and took his place behind the wheels and started the car's engine. The car purred to life, a powerful and smooth sound resonating in the silence of the night.

His voice breaks the silence inside the car. "Where are we headed? I'll need your help to navigate to the right address."

Anaya provided the address to him, and he diligently input it into the car's navigation system. The GPS displayed the route and directions to the specified destination. He carefully started driving the BMW through the streets. The journey begun, and he kept a watchful eye on the road ahead, making sure to prioritize their safety.

The car cruised smoothly through the streets, the engine purred softly. The interior of the car was enveloped in a comfortable silence, occasionally broken by the voice of the navigation system, guiding them through the night.

He drove with concentration, his eyes focused on the road ahead. The car's headlights illuminated their path, casting a warm glow on the road. He occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror to check on Divya, ensuring she's stable and comfortable in the backseat.

After a period of driving, they finally reached the destination provided by Anaya. He parked the car and switched off the ignition, the engine fell silent.The lights of the car illuminated the surroundings, revealing a well-lit apartment building. He looked over at Anaya, confirming they have arrived at the right place.

Anaya looked at him with a smile, "Thank you so much. You don't even know us and still you helped us a lot. Thank you."

He takes a moment to respond, his gaze softening as he appreciates her gratitude. "You're welcome. It was the least I could do to help."

Anaya stepped out of the car, and helped her drunken friend to get out as well. They started walking towards the apartment. He took a deep breath, realizing he doesn't know her name yet. He called out to her, his tone slightly hushed to avoid disturbing the peaceful surroundings. He hoped to find out her name before the part ways.

"Wait, I never caught your name." His voice carried a note of curiosity.

Anaya turned to him with a smile. "My name is Anaya Sinha."

He took a moment to respond, the name repeated in his mind. A faint smile twitched on his lips as he repeated it. "Anaya Sinha... it's nice to meet you properly now."

Anaya smiled, "Thank you so much for your help. What's your name?"

He nodded slightly, his gaze held a touch of warmth. He responded with a soft but distinct voice. "You're most welcome. Helping was the least I could do. And my name is Nikhil Arora."

She muttered to herself, "Nikhil Arora." She definitely won't forget the name and will always be grateful for his help.

Anaya,"It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Nikhil Arora."

He smiles at the way his name sounded on her lips, a faint blush tinted in his cheeks. He replied, his tone carried a warm note."The pleasure is mine, Ms. Anaya Sinha."

She smiled at his response and got inside of her apartment with Divya. He watched as she walked away, his gaze followed her for a moment. After assuring thag she had safely entered the building with her friend, a sense of relief filled him, knowing that she was safe now. A warm feeling lingered in his heart as he reflected on their encounter. The night had taken an unexpected turn, but he couldn't deny the inexplicable connection he felt toward the girl, Anaya.

He got in his car and as he was about to drove off, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He quickly glanced at the screen, noticing the caller ID flashing 'Rohit'. He picked the call, his voice filled with curiosity. "Hello? What's up?"

His best friend, Rohit's voice came through the phone, his voice was filled with concern and confusion. "Where are you? You left the club without telling us anything!"

Nikhil thought for a moment, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation while avoiding revealing his recent encounter. "Sorry about that. I didn't feel well, so I thought it was best to head home early."

Rohit's voice on the other end was filled with concern. He could sense that something was different. "Are you okay? Do you need me to come check on you? You sounded strange."

Nikhil appreciates his concern, touched by the offer to check on him. He shakes his head, even though he couldn't see him. "No, no, I'm alright. Just got a headache, that's all."

Rohit's voice grew even more concerned, his worry was evident. "Are you sure? You know you can always call on me, right? You don't have to go through something alone."

Nikhil felt a mixture of gratefulness and guilt for not being completely honest with him. "I know, I know. I'm alright, really. Just need some rest."

Rohit sighed, he was still worried but seeming to understand the situation. "Alright, if you say so. But if anything changes, promise to call me, okay? No matter what time it is."

Nikhil smiled slightly, touched by their friendship and understanding. "I promise. Thanks for checking up on me."

He ended the call with his friend, started the car and drove off. The driving continued, he often found himself thinking about Anaya, their chance encounter had left a deep impression in his mind. It wasn't just the adrenaline or the unexpected situation that drew him in; it was something about her that resonated with him on a level he couldn't quite explain. As he drove home, his mind was filled with images of Anaya, their conversation was replaying in his thoughts over and over again.

On the other hand, Anaya was laying on bed, in her apartment. Her thoughts were drifting back to the guy she met earlier, she took her phone and unlocked it, ignoring the wallpaper of her ex boyfriend. She searched about Nikhil Arora on social media. Scrolling through the profiles, she spotted his profile and clicked on it. There were several pictures of him, as she was going through his profile, she was finally started to get a little idea about him and his life. Nikhil Arora was a successful businessman and he had built a reputation for his sharp leadership and strategic decisions. He grew up in a world of luxury and privilege, he was raised with high expectations and immersed in values of business and success that defined his family's legacy.

She spotted some picks of his office's location and recognized the place immediately. It was not too far from her apartment, but was still in a distance. She sighed and put her phone on the nightstand. She somewhat had a little idea about his wealth by his luxurious car, but she never realized that he was such a successful businessman. Even though he was wealthy, his wealth didn't affect Anaya at all. She was more focused on the encounter they had earlier. She thought if she'll ever get the chance to see him again or talk to him again, with that thoughts in her mind she closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.

After a period of driving, Nikhil's home came into the view. The familiar facade and well-tended gardens welcomed him, but his mind is still preoccupied with the recent events. He parked the car in the driveway, his thoughts continued to swirl around the mysterious girl he had met. He climbed out of the car, his footsteps echoed softly in the silence of the night. The impressive mansion looms before him, a testament to the family's wealth and influence. It was a grand and imposing structure, surrounded by lush gardens and gleaming under the soft moonlight.

He made his way to the entrance, the heavy front door creaked slightly as he opened it. The luxurious interior beckons, each room adorned with fine furniture, ornate artworks, and an air of elegance that spoke volumes about the Arora family's status. With each step he took, he was enveloped in the rich atmosphere of the mansion, a life of luxury that was his birthright. But despite the comfort and familiarity, Anaya's image still lingered in his mind, defying the distraction of his surroundings.

He made his way to his room, the grand staircase leading up to the private wing of the mansion. As he entered his room, he was enveloped in the familiar surroundings, but even here, the image of Anaya remained imprinted in his mind, refusing to be overshadowed by anything else. His room was a reflection of his sophisticated tastes, but it offered no respite from the thoughts that was swirling endlessly in his mind. The encounter with Anaya had awakened a longing within him, a desire for something real and genuine, something that he felt he had missed in the world he was habitual to.

He tried to push the thoughts aside, to convince himself it was nothing more than a chance meeting with a stranger. But deep down, he knew there was something unique about her, something that stirred his heart in a way he couldn't ignore. He laid on bed, the silence of the mansion enveloped him. The thoughts of her invaded his mind, leaving a yearning that refused to subside. He replayed their encounter over and over, trying to make sense of it all and to understand why she had affected him so deeply.

Despite the luxury and comfort of his life, he felt a void, a longing that he couldn't quite explain. And in the silence of the night, he wondered if he will ever have the chance to see her again, to understand this unexplainable connection that had taken hold of him. As exhaustion finally begun to take its toll, he succumbed to sleep, the image of Anaya still fresh in his mind. In his dreams, he was dreaming of her, longing for the day when he may see her again.

The night slowly faded into the next day, the mansion quiet and still, unaware of the profound effect that one chance encounter has had on its newest inhabitant. Nikhil, had spent a restless night filled with thoughts of Anaya, roses from his bed, his mind still preoccupied with her image.

Nikhil Arora, a man habitual to luxury, wealth, and the trappings of a privileged life, now found himself haunted by the memory of a girl he met for just one night - Anaya Sinha.

As he goes about his morning routine, his thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the events of the previous night. He replayed their conversation in his mind, wondered about the girl who had stirred such inexplicable feelings within him.

The image of her smile and the sound of her voice lingered in his mind, creating a sense of longing that he couldn't quite explain. The pull he felt towards her defied logic, and yet, it was undeniable. Though he tried to focus on his responsibilities and the tasks ahead, his mind was constantly invaded by thoughts of Anaya. He couldn't deny the impact she had left on him, and he found himself wanting to see her again.

Nikhil got himself ready for the office, he was wearing a crisp white or shirt, open at the collar (no tie), for a relaxed yet polished look. A minimalist leather belt matching his shoes and sleek watch with a metallic strap. He prepared for another day of work. Despite the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in his mind, he masked his inner turmoil, put on a facade of composure and confidence.

He went downstairs and sat on the dinner table, sipping in his coffee. After he finished his breakfast, he got up from the table and walked outside towards his car. Nikhil drove to his office, he got caught in the inevitable morning traffic. The congested streets and the crawling vehicles provide a perfect setting for his thoughts to wander. Despite the distraction of the road, his mind was preoccupied with memories of Anaya and the encounter that had left an indelible mark.

Stuck in the halt, he found himself reflecting on the previous night, replaying the events in his mind over and over. The image of her face and the sound of her voice danced through his thoughts, refusing to let go. He glanced out the window, his eyes fell on a nearby flower shop, its colorful blooms bringing a splash of vibrancy to the bustling city streets. The sight of the flowers was like a burst of color in the chaos. His eyes caught the sight of Anaya in the flower shop. His heart skipped a beat, and his thoughts were racing as he tried to proceed the sight before him. Seeing her in that unexpected place sets off a wave of emotions within him, surprising him with the intensity of his reaction.

He watched her from afar, his gaze fixated on her graceful form as she browsed among the flowers. The coincidence of their paths crossing again felt almost surreal, as if fate had intervened once more. The more he stared at her, the more he found himself drawn to her presence, unable to look away. His heart was beating faster, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and uncertainty at the prospect of encountering her again.

Anaya touched the flowers gently, her fingertips brushed against the velvety petals, a soft smile graced her lips. She seemed lost in the beauty of the moment, oblivious to the effect she was having on Nikhil as he watched her from afar.

In that moment, as she touched the flowers, Nikhil couldn't help but be struck by her innocence and the genuine happiness she seemed to radiate. He found himself drawn to her all over again, irresistibly fascinated by the enigmatic girl who had unexpectedly re-entered his life.

The light changed to green, signaling the break in traffic. With a final glance at Anaya, Nikhil reluctantly drew his attention back to the road ahead, his thoughts still consumed by the unexpected encounter at the flower shop. As he drove away from the flower shop, he couldn't help but wonder why she was buying flowers. Was it for someone special, or perhaps for herself to add some beauty to her life? The mystery surrounding Anaya deepened, fueling his curiosity and adding to the magnetic pull he felt towards her.

Despite his best efforts to focus on his daily tasks, his mind couldn't shake off the thoughts of Anaya. The image of her delicate fingers caressing the flowers danced in front of his eyes, making it difficult for him to think of anything else. He tried to convince himself that it was just a coincidence, an insignificant encounter that meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. But deep down, he couldn't deny the undeniable spark that had ignited within him at the sight of her once again.

Finally, he arrived at his office, the familiar sight of the towering building brought him back to reality. As he made his way towards the entrance, his thoughts momentarily shifted from Ambika to the tasks that awaited him within. He walked inside his cabin and sat on his desk. He went through some files that was waiting for him on the table, as he was going through the files, after some time, his manager, James, came inside the cabin. James looked at Nikhil with a wide smile on his face. Seeing his manager's ecstatic demeanor, Nikhil couldn't help but feel curious about the reason behind his excitement.

James,"Sir, someone came to the office today earlier, and has sent a gift for you.

Nikhil's interest was piqued as his manager informed him that someone had sent something for him. He couldn't help but wonder who it was and what they could have possibly sent.

Nikhil,"A gift? For me? Who has sent a gift for me? What is it?"

James handed him a vibrant bouquet of flowers, Nikhil's eyes widen in surprise. He didn't expect to receive such a gift, and the sight of the beautiful bouquet left him momentarily speechless. The realization that he had never received flowers before added an extra layer of surprise and significance to the bouquet. He couldn't help but feel touched by the unexpected gesture, his heart filled with a mix of gratitude and curiosity.

James,"Sir, I believe there is also a note inside of the bouquet."

A note? His curiosity piqued at the mention of a note. He took the bouquet and carefully searched for the note amongst the petals, he was curious to discover who the gift is from and what the note might say. With anticipation built inside him, he delicately extracted the note, his heart was beating a little faster as he wondered who could have sent him such a thoughtful gift and what the note might reveal.

He opened the note and as he was reading it, he felt a wave of emotions flood through him. Recognizing the sender's name, he realized that the bouquet came from Anaya, a gesture of gratitude for his assistance the previous night.

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