The cool night air brushed against my skin as we walked out of the hotel, the noise of the party slowly fading behind us. My heels clicked against the pavement, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere between those hazel green eyes and that dangerous calmness he carried so effortlessly.
“I think it’s getting late,” I said quietly, unlocking the car. “We should leave.”
Ananya gave me a quick look but nodded anyway.
A few minutes later, she slid into the driver’s seat while I settled beside her, resting my head against the window as the city lights blurred past us.
The silence didn’t last long.
“What happened?” she finally asked, glancing at me. “Why are you looking so tense?”
I looked outside for a second before shrugging lightly. “Nothing much. I just bumped into someone… who’s very intense.”
That immediately caught her attention.
“Oh?” she grinned. “Who?”
I hesitated for half a second.
“Rudransh Singhania.”
The car nearly swerved.
Her head snapped toward me so fast I thought she’d forgotten she was driving. “What the fuck?”
I sighed, already regretting saying his name aloud.
“You bumped into Rudransh Singhania?” she repeated dramatically. “The multi-billionaire? The ridiculously handsome one? The cold business tycoon every woman is obsessed with?”
I rolled my eyes instantly. “Can you stop sounding like his PR manager?”
“I’m being serious!” she almost yelled, laughing in disbelief. “Do you even realize how powerful that man is?”
Unfortunately, I did.
And maybe that was exactly why his presence still lingered under my skin like something dangerous.
“Just leave it,” I muttered softly, turning back toward the window.
The rest of the drive passed with her occasional teasing while I pretended not to care.
But deep inside, something felt strangely unsettled.
As the car stopped in front of my apartment building, I grabbed my bag and stepped out.
“Goodnight,” she called with a teasing smirk.
I shook my head, laughing faintly despite myself, before waving at her.
The car disappeared down the road.
And somehow…
The memory of those hazel green eyes still refused to leave me alone.
I opened the apartment door quietly, hoping Pihu was asleep.
Instead, the smell of spicy Maggi hit me first.
I frowned and walked toward the kitchen only to find my sister sitting on the counter at twelve in the morning, casually eating noodles like it was completely normal.
I dropped my purse onto the sofa.
“What are you doing?” I asked tiredly. “Why are you eating Maggi at midnight?”
She looked at me with full confidence and said, “Midnight Maggi is an emotion.”
I swear, sometimes I wondered how we were even related.
But the truth was… seeing her there made the apartment feel alive again.
The party noise was still echoing inside my head, but this—this felt peaceful.
A warm kitchen light.
Messy hair.
Midnight noodles.
And home.
My sister narrowed her eyes at me while eating another bite of Maggi.
“So…” she said slowly, “how was the party?”
I groaned dramatically and dropped beside her on the floor.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow,” I muttered. “I’m too tired right now.”
Honestly, my social battery had died three fake smiles ago.
She laughed softly while I rested my head against the kitchen cabinet.
“And anyways,” I added, closing my eyes for a second, “tomorrow we’re going shopping, remember?”
The second I said shopping, her entire face lit up like festival lights.
“Oh my God, yes!”
She almost dropped the bowl in excitement.
“I’ve literally been waiting for this day my whole life,” she declared dramatically.
I snorted.
“Your whole life? We planned this today .”
“Still,” she said proudly. “A girl needs emotional preparation before shopping.”
Then she looked at me suspiciously.
“Also, don’t suddenly disappear into some bookstore while I’m choosing clothes this time.”
I opened one eye and glared at her.
“That happened once.”
“Twice.”
“Okay, maybe twice.”
She gasped loudly. “And don’t pretend you’re innocent. Last time you made me walk through thirty-seven stores because you couldn’t decide between black heels and slightly darker black heels.”
I pointed at her accusingly.
“There’s a difference.”
She stared at me for two seconds before bursting into laughter.
And somehow, at midnight, sitting on the kitchen floor with cold tiles beneath us and a half-finished bowl of Maggi between us, everything felt normal again.
After cleaning up the kitchen and forcing my sister to stop making dramatic shopping plans at one in the morning, I finally walked into my room completely exhausted.
I changed into my oversized hoodie and collapsed onto the bed face-first.
The mattress had never felt softer.
Just when I was about to close my eyes, I heard my sister’s voice from the doorway.
“Can I sleep beside you today?”
I lifted my head slightly and saw her standing there with her pillow in her arms, looking weirdly serious for someone who had just eaten midnight Maggi like it was a luxury meal.
I smiled tiredly.
“Yes.”
That was enough for her.
She immediately jumped onto the bed and wrapped herself in the blanket.
“You move too much while sleeping,” I warned.
“You steal blankets,” she replied instantly.
“That’s fake news.”
“That’s evidence.”
I laughed quietly and turned off the bedside lamp.
The room fell into soft darkness.
A few seconds later, she suddenly spoke again.
“By the way, don’t think I forgot.”
I sighed. “Forgot what?”
“The party story.”
Even in the dark, I could feel her staring at me dramatically.
“You still need to tell me what happened.”
I buried my face deeper into the pillow.
“Yes, yes,” I mumbled sleepily. “I’ll tell you tomorrow, okay?”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
Finally satisfied, she became quiet.
The room slowly filled with silence.
I closed my eyes, ready to sleep—but somehow, all I could remember were those hazel-green eyes.
The way they looked at me.
Calm.
Unreadable.
Dangerously unforgettable.
And for some reason, that memory stayed with me long after the party lights had faded away.
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