Page 13 of One Hellish Wedlock
Aanya sighed heavily. “What plans?”
“Disco, babe. You forgot? I called up all our old friends. Everyone’s going to be there.”
Aanya rubbed her forehead, still fuming. Her temples throbbed.
“You’re right,” she muttered. “I need to change my mood. Disco is perfect.”
She turned to head to the bedroom. “I’ll freshen up. Can you please pull out my red dress from the bag? Pretty please?” she added, attempting a playful pout.
Navya finally cracked a smile. “I’ll get it, darling,” she said with a wink.
Disco - Delhi
“Aanya!” a familiar voice called out as she made her way through the buzzing club. She turned and smiled wide.
“Robin, you’ve bulked up!” she said, throwing her arms around her college friend.
Robin grinned proudly. “You noticed?”
“I didn’t just notice, I’m impressed,” she replied, giving his bicep a playful squeeze. “I’ve always had a soft spot for guys with muscles. Takes some real discipline to keep at it, doesn’t it?”
Robin beamed, and Aanya turned to another friend. “Lucy! That short hair looks stunning on you,” she said, pulling her into a hug.
“And you look fire in that dress,” Lucy replied. “Where’s it from?”
Aanya gave a sly wink. “Valentine’s gift.”
“From your husband?” Lucy asked with a smirk.
Aanya burst into laughter. “Who’s he?”
Everyone laughed, and Navya finally dragged them all toward the dance floor. “Enough chit-chat. Time to dance!”
“I need a drink first,” Aanya announced, walking over to the counter. She picked up a glass already filled with an amber liquid.
“Aanya, that’s not ours,” Navya cautioned.
“So?” Aanya raised her brow, downed the drink in one gulp, and set the glass back on the counter. “Now it is,” she added with a wink.
Just as she turned to head to the dance floor, a woman in a sleek white dress stepped in her way.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? That wasmydrink!” the woman snapped.
Navya shrank back, clearly embarrassed, but Aanya remained unfazed.
“You left it unattended,” she replied coolly. “And that’s a shame. Ever heard of bar etiquette, lady?”
The woman’s eyes narrowed. “You’re ridiculous.”
Aanya laughed. “I’ve been told. Now, move.”
But the woman didn’t. She planted herself in front of them like a wall. “You want a fight? Then let’s fight.”
Aanya squared her stance, raising her fists in mock-boxing style. “You’re on.”
The woman looked horrified, but before Aanya could take it further, Navya grabbed her arm.
“Aanya, stop. Apologize.”
