AUTHOR'S POV
Tonight in the hills of Manali, the December winds cut through the air with a biting chill, and the starry sky felt a bit more mysterious than usual, as if it knew what was about to unfold.
This evening was not only special but also bustling with energy, as MR REHAAN AGNIHOTRI—world-renowned superstar singer and member of the globally acclaimed music group "MIDNIGHT ECLIPSE"—was set to make a grand appearance.
And then the time came when Rehaan Agnihotri returned to his birthplace, Manali, and set foot on its beautiful grounds.
Reporters hurried to the airport, buzzing with excitement to catch a glimpse of him through their cameras.
When he finally arrived, the bright flashes and the eager crowd turned the scene into a whirlwind of energy.
He walked with an easy confidence, carrying his beloved guitar on his back, radiating charm and charisma.
He moved through the crowd of struggling reporters and paparazzi like an untouchable god, as if no one could ever get close to him. His face was calm and emotionless, adding to his powerful presence.
His sun-kissed skin gleamed under the bright flashes of the cameras. His sculpted body, hidden beneath his clothes, drove the ladies wild with just a single glance.
His dark eyes were deep and mysterious, drawing people in while hinting at untold stories beneath the surface. His striking features seemed perfectly sculpted, making fans swoon at the thought of sharing even a brief moment with him.
With long, flowing hair that framed his face, he looked effortlessly cool, the strands occasionally brushing against his forehead and adding to his aura of intrigue.
Dressed in stylish black trousers and a snug black high-neck turtleneck, he topped his look with a dark brown overcoat that flowed elegantly with his movements. Every detail of his appearance added to the magnetic allure that made it impossible to look away.
POV OF REHAAN OUTFIT
He then got into his car alongside his assistant, Rohit, who handles all the details of his concert meetings and everything else he needs.
ROHIT: "Sir, are you certain that I should go ahead and cancel all the meetings and scheduled tasks for the next two days, including today?"
REHAAN: "Yes, I really want to head home today; I'm feeling a strong pull to be there deep down."
ROHIT: "Additionally, there is a renowned female artist from around the world who is interested in collaborating with you on a music video. She would like to know if you're open to the idea."
REHAAN(with his deep, scary tone): "I've said before that I won't collaborate or sing with any female artist until I find the perfect voice that suits me. For me, music is not just a means to make money; it holds a deeper significance, so until I find the right match, I'll be focusing on my solo work. So please, don't bring up the idea of collaborating with any female artists again; just let them know I'm not interested."
The car came to a stop in front of the beautiful Agnihotri mansion. Most of the family was away, leaving only Mrs Agnihotri to enjoy the peace of the home.
Rehaan stepped out of the car and walked inside. The house was quiet and still, and he felt a sense of belonging wash over him.
Yet, there was something odd—a feeling of loneliness that only he seemed to notice. It was the reason he had returned today after eight long years. He came back for a reason that only he understood.
As he stepped inside, he sensed that something was different, a presence beyond his mother's. It was something that drew him in, pulling him back to this place. Ignoring the feeling, he headed toward his mother's room.
The housekeepers greeted him with warm smiles as he passed, and he moved forward, eager to surprise Mrs Agnihotri.
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As he approached the door to his mother's room, he noticed a young girl lost in her own thoughts.
She walked into her mother's room without seeing him, her bangles tinkling and anklets jingling, filling the quiet house with her sound.
He only saw a glimpse of her as he was standing some inches away from the room.
Her serene and ethereal beauty caught his eye.
As she walked by, her scent flowed around him, leaving a lasting, like a sweet perfume in the air that remained even after she had disappeared.
There was an almost otherworldly quality to her presence, as if she belonged to a realm far beyond his own.
POV OF HIMANI'S OUTFIT
She was Himani, a sweet and gentle girl full of mystery about her past.
She holds a beauty that was hard to ignore.
Her long black hair flowed down to her thighs, holding secrets of memories that few would get to ever know. Under the moonlight, her creamy skin glowed, making her sparkle like a diamond.
What stood out the most were her beautiful blue eyes, a colour so rare that hardly anyone had seen it. They reminded you of fresh snow melting in the warm sunlight.
Her voice was just as lovely, sweet like honey, and when she sang, it felt like her music echoed through the mountains of Manali. Right now, she works as the caretaker for Mrs Pavitra Agnihotri, Rehaan's mother, and has just gone into her room to organise and refill her medicine.
She wore a simple outfit, yet she was the first person to capture Rehaan Agnihotri's attention for more than five seconds. As he stared at her, he felt overwhelmed by an unexpected rush of beauty.
Rehaan stood frozen for a moment, as if he had been submerged in something that twisted and turned within him.
He stood there betraying himself.
Then he moved a few steps forward towards the room.
Once again, his steps came to a halt in front of his mother's room, this time drawn in by a melody that wrapped around his ears and made him pause.
Rehaan stopped outside his mother's room, drawn in by a beautiful song.
Inside, Himani was carefully organising the desk in "Mrs Agnihotri's" room. Her movements were smooth and graceful.
The sweet sound of the song filled the air in Manali.
It was her voice that made Rehaan's body tingle and pause.
Her bangles tingling as she sang the verse.
(AUTHOR ADVICE: Please play the song "Gerua" during the second verse and read this scene to immerse yourself in it fully.)
Ho tumse shuru tum pe fanaa
Hai sufiyaana yeh dastan
Main karwaan manzil ho tum
Jaata jaha ko har raasta
Rehaan was silently looking at her standing at the door. His eyes were mesmerising her while his body absorbed each and every note of her song.
Tumse juda jo dil zara sambhalke
Dard ka wo sara kohra chhan gaya.
As she became lost in singing the verse, Rehaan suddenly walked into the room, interrupting her melody. He strummed his guitar, effortlessly blending his captivating voice with the tune.
Duniya bhulake tumse mila hoon
Nikli hai dil se yeh duaa
Rang de tu mohe gerua
Ho ranjhe ki dil se hai duaa
Rang de tu mohe gerua
As he sang, he locked eyes with her and stepped into the room, taking a seat at the nearest table. Himani's gaze was a mix of shock and curiosity; she just stared at Rehaan, her expression unreadable.
The cold, brisk winds of the mountains felt surprisingly warm after witnessing the musical exchange that unfolded that day. It was Rehaan's first time singing alongside a girl, and the experience was one he would cherish forever.
REHAAN'S POV
As I was moving forward towards Maa's room. My steps came to a halt because of her. I don't know what her name was, or why she was in my house.
But unexpectedly, the first my body actually submitted to her first.
My body was continuously betraying me. It was not my behaviour.
By looking in her eyes, everything blurred around me. Her voice fades, every sound surrounding us.
I have seen a lot of beautiful women. But she has something beyond the definition of beauty that made my eyes can't look away from her as if I had lost control of my senses.
(❁''❁)....SO HERE WE COME TO THE END OF THE FIRST CHAPTER WITH REHAAN'S POV...WE DON'T KNOW WHAT IS COOKING, BUT I KNOW THERE IS GONNA BE BEAUTIFUL CHEMISTRY, LOVE AND SPICE AND A LOT OF THINGS TO UNFOLD TILL THEN, STAY TUNED....✍️(◔◡◔)
SO MY LOVELY READERS, THANKS FOR ALL THE WAIT AND LOVE.
YOUR AUTHOR IS BACK NOW.
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