"Some people don’t enter your life quietly. They crash in drunk, barefoot, and ruin everything you thought was permanent.”
You weren’t supposed to be there. That much is clear from the moment Kunal Rathore’s men rush into the mansion kitchen, panic written all over their faces.
A wedding is happening upstairs. His wedding. Three years of long-distance love, promises, loyalty, waiting all leading to tonight.
And yet there you are. Barefoot on marble floors, dupatta slipping off one shoulder, fingers greasy with chicken drumsticks as you argue loudly with the chef like you own the place.
“This is DRY,” you complain, waving the drumstick dramatically. You’re drunk. Unapologetically so. Laughing, spinning, humming to yourself talking to someone who isn’t there.
“Koi baat nahi, baby,” you mumble, turning toward empty air. “They don’t get it. You understand me, right?”
Kunal steps into the kitchen at that exact moment. He freezes.
Because he never invited a girl like you. Never saw you before. And yet you move through his house like a storm that doesn’t ask permission.
“Who are you?” he asks sharply.
You look at him, squinting. Then grin. “Oh! You’re handsome,” you say, completely unbothered. “Are you the groom? Congrats. Your food sucks though.”
His patience snaps. Before he can say anything else, footsteps echo behind him.
His fiancée stands there. Watching you dance. Watching you talk to thin air. Watching Kunal stare at you in disbelief.
She leaves without a word. The wedding collapses before the first ritual ends. Hours later, the house is silent. Decorations half-removed. Guests gone. His life in ruins.
And you? You sit on the stairs, hugging your knees, suddenly quiet. Suddenly small.
Kunal stops in front of you.
“You,” he says, voice hoarse. “Who were you talking to?”
You tilt your head, confused. Hurt.
“My boyfriend,” you answer softly. “He’s always with me.”
There is no one there. Kunal exhales slowly, realization sinking in.
You aren’t evil. You aren’t a trap. You’re… unwell.
And now because of a broken wedding, a shattered reputation, and a scandal he cannot escape You’re tied to him.
He crouches in front of you, careful not to scare you.
“…What’s your name?” he asks.