The Taj Hotel, a seven-star hotel, is bustling with activity today. And why wouldn't it be? It's the Oberoi project's success party. CEOs of some of the country's most renowned companies have been invited to the party, so news reporters are covering every moment live on their televisions.
Only Oberoi's key business partners and those involved in the project have been invited to the party, making them incredibly happy, and Nitya is one of them.
Nitya arrives at the party venue on time, and upon seeing her, her project friends rush over to her. One of the boys, Raghav, looks Nitya up and down, and says, "Nitya, you look absolutely beautiful today." Just then, her other friend, Krishna, laughed and said, "You have to look beautiful today—after all, this party is for that. Nitya, I'm jealous of you today, friend."
Raghav joined Krishna in saying, "Yes, Nitya! Prateek Sir not only praised you in front of the office, but also threw such a big party to celebrate your success."
Krishna thought, "Nitya! I think Prateek Sir likes you, that's why he's doing so much for you."
Nitya blushed after hearing Krishna's words. Raghav, acting like he was, put his hand on his heart and said, "Oh! Then I have no chance."
Krishna patted Raghav on the shoulder and said, "Raghav, you had no chance anyway."
Raghav made a face and said, "Who's even asking you?"
Before the two of them could start a fight, Nitya intervened, "Hey, you two, don't start a fight here too."
Raghav placed his hand on Nitya's shoulder and said, "Cutiepie! I don't fight with anyone, this lizard is always after me."
Nitya removed Raghav's hand from his shoulder and said, "How many times have I told you to move away and talk."
Raghav was annoyed by Nitya's words, but he didn't show his anger.
On the other hand—
Both Abhay and Prateek sat in the living area, waiting for Priya to get ready.
Abhay said irritably, "Man, these girls don't take much time to get ready—I would have gotten ready ten times by now."
Pratik mocked Abhay, saying, "That's why you're a boy, not a girl. Yes, you can be if you want to..."
Abhay threw a cushion at Pratik, saying, "Shut up, you idiot. I'm fine being a boy, and I'm interested in girls anyway."
Pratik put the cushion aside and said, "I have a doubt...!"
Abhay stared at Pratik, "Doubt about what?!"
Pratik said, "Do you have any interest in girls?"
Abhay stared angrily at Pratik, "And why do you have this doubt?!"
Pratik mocked Abhay, "You're always around me, and you haven't even hit on a single girl yet."
Abhay stood up angrily and slowly walked towards Pratik, saying, "Yes, you're right—smiling, I'm not interested in girls, but..."
With that, he leaned in and kissed Pratik on the lips.
Pratik pushed Abhay to the other side of the sofa and said, "Hey, you idiot, get away from me! I already have a girlfriend—she might leave me after seeing your behavior."
Abhay was in a playful mood, and he moved toward Pratik again, saying, "Hey, you just told me—you have doubts, so I was clearing them up and telling you who I'm interested in and who I'm not."
Pratik pushed Abhay away, "Hey, stay away, you idiot. I don't know who you're interested in, and if you're so interested in boys, then go tell other boys and leave me alone."
Abhay smiled and said, "No, friend, I like you, and that's why I keep following you around—today I'll make you mine." With that, he moved forward to kiss Pratik again.
While Abhay was approaching Pratik, Pratik was also pushing him away. Meanwhile, they were both lying on the sofa, very close to each other. Just then, Priya came out, ready and wide-eyed at the sight before her, she exclaimed, "What are you two doing?!"
Prateek and Abhay looked at Priya, then, realizing they were in an intimate position, quickly pulled away. Abhay went to Priya and defended himself, "Baby, it's not my fault—it was Abhay who was getting close to me."
Priya glared at them, "Prateek, are you cheating on me? And you don't like Abhay, right?"
Prateek, who had already reached Priya, looked at her and said, "Baby, how can you doubt me? Don't you remember what we were doing in the living area a while ago? If not, I can go to the room right now and tell you whether I'm interested in you or this Abhay."
Abhay laughed and stood up from the sofa, straightening his suit and pulling Pratik's leg, "Bhabhiji, you saw it just now - how Pratik was lying on me and clinging to me. And he was even trying to kiss me. Now you see for yourself - is he interested in you or me?"
Pratik glared at Abhay angrily, and before he could say anything, Priya pointed her finger at Abhay and pushed him behind her, "Abhay, I already suspected you - your actions were very strange, and now you want to make my future husband like you. Stay away from Pratik from now on. If you show yourself around him, I'll break your legs."
While Prateek burst into laughter after hearing Priya's words, poor Abhay's face fell and he said, "Priya, I didn't expect this from you—I had no idea you felt this way about me."
Prateek laughed and placed his hand on Priya's shoulder, "Son, your actions are such that people around you can understand just by looking at you—what's my poor Priya's fault in this?"
Just then, Abhay's attention goes to the makeup artist standing next to Priya, who was looking at him strangely. Pratik follows Abhay's gaze, causing him to burst out laughing even louder, clutching his stomach. Seeing this, Abhay's anger skyrocketed to the seventh heaven. He sat down on the sofa, pouting with anger, and said, "Go away—I'm not talking to either of you anymore." After a little drama, he said, "Oh my God, are you watching? How much these people are torturing an innocent boy like me, and they've even branded me gay—God, please send me a sweet, beautiful, and enduring girl so I can show them off."
Pratik, ignoring Abhay, began looking Priya up and down. Priya nervously asked, "How do I look?"
Pratik is slightly taller than Priya—Pratik is six inches tall, while Priya is 5 inches (2 feet).
Pratik slowly leaned down and whispered into Priya's ear, "You look so beautiful and sexy—a pity I had to go to the party, otherwise…" With that, he kissed Priya's ear and said again, "It's okay, we'll do it after we get back."
Priya's face flushed red and she blushed. Looking at Pratik, she said, "Pratik, you too—you keep saying things like that every time I see you."
Pratik grabbed Priya by the waist and pulled her towards him. Looking into Priya's eyes, he said, "Honey, if I won't talk like this with you, then who will I talk to?"
Priya looked at Pratik and said seriously, "And if you talk like this with another girl, Pratik, I'm sure I'll beat you to death, you'll see."
Seeing Priya's angry expression, Pratik lightly kissed her cheek and said, "Darling, I only want to talk like this with you—until the very end of my life."
Priya's face lit up with a smile, standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his. Just as she was about to pull away with a brief kiss, Pratik placed his hand on the back of her head, preventing her from doing so. He made the kiss long and passionate—both of them lost in each other, forgetting everything around them.
When he didn't receive a response for a long time, Abhay looked at Priya and Pratik. He was surprised and said to himself, "These two, they don't care about time or place; they start anywhere—only single people like me get to see this. Oh God, please send the girl quickly."
Abhay coughed loudly to bring them both back to their senses, but they were so engrossed in each other that they didn't even hear Abhay's cough.
Abhay said angrily, "Prateek..."
Only then did Prateek and Priya come to their senses and pull away from each other.
Priya quickly turned around and began to control her breathing. Meanwhile, Prateek glared angrily at his friend and lunged at him. He picked up a cushion from the sofa and threw it at Abhay. Abhay, avoiding Prateek, ran away and said, "Hey, friend, what's my fault in this? Why don't you guys find a place and do this in your room? It's not my fault."
Prateek picked up another cushion from the sofa and threw it at him, saying, "If you were having so much trouble, you could have gotten up and left—why did you disturb me? You ruined my mood a while ago, and now too. Don't you have even a little shame?"
Abhay laughed and said, "Shame? I sold it long ago and paid his university fees."
Prateek grabbed Abhay and punched him in the stomach, saying, "I knew you were such a shameless person—you won't be coming to my house from now on."
Abhay laughed and said, "Ha ha—as if I'd just stop coming just because you refused? I'll come and do whatever you want."
Prateek glared at Abhay angrily and said, "And next time you disturb me, you'll see what I'm going to do to you."
Abhay placed his hand on Priya's shoulder and said, "Bhabhi, look how your future husband is refusing to let me come."
Priya glared at Abhay and said, "First of all, stop calling me Bhabhi. And Pratik, why are you threatening this poor guy? It's your fault, you start up at any time."
Pratik removed Abhay's hand from Priya's shoulder and said, "Go put your hand on your girlfriend's shoulder, stay away from mine. And darling! You just started kissing, I was just supporting you."
Abhay said irritably, "Don't start again, we're already late for the party."
Pratik laughed and said, "Priya, baby! Are you smelling something burning somewhere?"
Priya started laughing at Pratik's words, and Abhay made a face.
A little while later, at the party venue,
The party was in full swing. The only thing that was left was Pratik's arrival. Everyone was eagerly awaiting Pratik. Among them was Nitya, who had been waiting for Pratik for who knows how long.
Just then, the host of the party—Shaurya, who was also Prateek's assistant and friend—took the microphone and said, "Attention, ladies and gentlemen! The one you've all been waiting for has arrived. So, give Mr. Prateek Oberoi a big round of applause."
Thunderous applause echoed all around.
Wearing a black three-piece suit, his face swaying with pride and arrogance, and holding a girl's hand, he slowly began walking towards the stage.
All the girls who had come to impress Pratik today were devastated to see a girl with him, their faces drooping with sadness. Everyone started talking amongst themselves –
"Who is this beautiful girl in a navy-blue dress?"
All the boys present also wanted to know who this girl was. If she was Pratik's sister, they weren't going to miss the opportunity to impress her.
Poor Nitya, who had been waiting for Pratik on the sidelines for so long, felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces upon seeing this girl.
When Krishna saw Nitya's downcast face, he felt bad, but he still consoled her, saying, "Nitya, don't be so sad. Who knows, that girl might be Sir's sister. Since Sir's family hasn't come out in public, she could be a family member."
Nitya didn't respond to Krishna's words, but she secretly prayed that this girl was the boss's sister.
Prateek reached the stage, took the microphone, and in a low but commanding voice, said, "Thank you all for coming here and celebrating my success. Today, I want to introduce you all to a special person."
As Prateek spoke, Nitya's heart began to beat faster.
Prateek kissed Priya's hand and said, "So, meet my fiancé, Priya Rathi."
While applause erupted all around Pratik's words and reporters began snapping photos of Priya and Pratik, Nitya's heart was broken.
It was the first time she had fallen in love, and today, that love remained unfulfilled.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she quickly left for the washroom.
Krishna followed Nitya to the washroom.
Meanwhile, Raghav felt a deep sense of relief at Nitya's tearful face.
Raghav sipped his wine and said, "Oh, Nitya, baby! All this time, I thought you were the boss's favorite.
But now that you're not, I can do anything with you.
Just wait and watch... Just watch how I make you mine today."
Meanwhile, both Pratik and Priya were meeting everyone. Everyone was congratulating them and praising Priya's beauty.
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Now what's next...what is Raghav going to do? Will Nitya be able to escape Raghav? Will Nitya forget her first love and move on, or will she do anything to get him?
Stay tuned to find out...