The Dirty Romantic Politics

Chapter 03 Wedding celebration

Chapter 03 Wedding celebration

Muskan's car stopped in front of a wedding hall. She peeked outside through her tinted window and paparazzi with big cameras were capturing the guests one by one. It was a glitz and glamour event that transcended the boundaries of politics, a rare occasion where they could momentarily shed their public personas and indulge in the extravagance surrounding them.

Muskan gave a final check of herself in the phone camera and then came out of the car holding a flower bouquet. Media men called her in front of the camera. She smiled and posed politely with other guests and then she entered the grand hall of the opulent wedding venue which was adorned with exquisite decorations and music casting a romantic aura over the gathering.

Muskan, dressed in an elegant ensemble, made her way through the crowd, her eyes scanning the room for familiar faces of actors, musicians and politicians. She couldn't help but marvel at the extravagance and wonder if such lavishness truly had a place in the world.

And there, amidst the glittering crowd, stood Rehan, looking dashing in his tailored suit. Muskan's heart skipped a beat as her gaze met his, a flicker of anticipation and familiarity passing between them. It seemed that fate had once again conspired to bring them together at this moment.

Rehan made his way towards Muskan, weaving through the crowd effortlessly, his eyes fixed on her. As he approached, a mischievous smile played at the corners of his lips.

" Ah, Ms. Muskan, what a pleasant surprise to find you here," Rehan remarked, his voice laced with a hint of teasing.

Muskan raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. " Mr. Rehan, I didn't expect to see you either. What brings you to this star-studded event? "

Rehan's expression turned mischievous, a playful glint in his eyes. " Ah, well, it seems fate has brought us together once again. Perhaps it's time to unveil the truth behind our fateful encounters. "

Muskan's brow furrowed in confusion, " What do you mean, Mr. Rehan? Are you suggesting there's more to our story than meets the eye? "

Rehan leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper. " Indeed Ms. Muskan, there's something about your presence that always catches my attention."

Muskan's eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by the unexpected comment hidden within Rehan's words. She glanced around nervously, hoping no one had overheard his flirtatious remark. Muskan was aware of the chemistry between them, but she knew it was best to ignore it.

" That something is my winning attitude because in this whole world I am the only one who can beat you. " She answered him smartly.

" No, " Rehan chuckled softly " Don't cover up you know what I mean "

" Do you think it's your innate ability to read my mind? "

Rehan chuckled softly, the sound blending with the lively rhythm of the music. " I've had plenty of practice deciphering your thoughts, Ms. Muskan. It's one of the many talents we seem to share."

They shared a knowing look, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they had formed through their political battles and shared ideals. In the midst of the dazzling event, they found solace in each other's company, a respite from the weight of their responsibilities.

As they mingled with the guests, Muskan and Rehan found themselves engaged in lively conversations, effortlessly navigating through topics that ranged from current affairs to cultural trends. They were a dynamic duo, their intellectual rapport capturing the attention and admiration of those around them.

At one point, as they stood by the grand ballroom's ornate bar, a renowned actress approached them, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

" Ms. Muskan, Mr. Rehan, it's such an honor to meet both of you," she exclaimed, extending her hand. " I've been following your work and your commitment towards good politics. It's truly inspiring."

Muskan and Rehan exchanged glances, gratitude evident in their expressions. They were humbled by the recognition, knowing that their voices were being heard and that their efforts were making a difference.

" Thank you for your kind words," Muskan replied, her voice filled with warmth. " It's heartening to know that our message is resonating with people from all walks of life."

The actress nodded, her eyes filled with admiration. " Please continue your fight. We need voices like yours to bring about real change."

As the actress moved on to greet other guests, Muskan and Rehan shared a moment of quiet reflection. They recognized the importance of their roles, not just as politicians but as advocates for a sustainable future.

Rehan leaned closer to Muskan, his voice a gentle whisper amidst the buzz of the party. " Ms. Muskan, it's moments like these when I wish we could break free from the constraints of our political lives," he confessed, his gaze searching hers for a glimmer of understanding.

" Let's not forget the world we live in, where politics and personal lives often dance on thin ice."

Rehan's smile remained, undeterred by Muskan's cautionary response. " Ah, Ms. Muskan, you always know how to keep me on my toes."

Muskan's heart skipped another beat, her gaze meeting Rehan's with a mixture of longing and apprehension. It seemed that beneath the playful banter, a deeper connection had taken root.

She mustered a smile, a combination of disbelief and a flicker of hope. " Mr. Rehan, you have an uncanny ability to turn every conversation into a whirlwind of hidden meanings. But don't get carried away. "

Rehan's eyes sparkled with a mix of determination and tenderness. "Ms. Muskan, please understand that sometimes the heart cannot be silenced. "

" Is that so, Mr. Rehan? "

Muskan met Rehan's gaze, a flicker of attraction between them that she couldn't deny. Muskan's heart skipped a beat as she felt the intensity of Rehan's gaze. The air between them seemed charged with an unspoken attraction, a magnetic pull that was hard to ignore. She tried to maintain her composure, but her cheeks flushed slightly in response to his words.

Rehan smirked playfully, his eyes twinkling with mischief. " Oh, it's hard to put into words, Ms. Muskan. It's like there's an invisible thread connecting us, drawing me closer to you. Your passion, your intelligence, your determination—it's alluring. "

Muskan's breath caught in her throat as she absorbed his words. She had always admired Rehan's dedication and charisma, but she never expected him to express such blatant attraction. A mix of excitement and caution swirled within her, creating a whirlwind of emotions.

Trying to brush off Rehan's comment, Muskan replied with a playful smile " Well, Mr. Rehan, I must say, you have a way with words. But let's not get carried away. We're here to celebrate the wedding, remember? "

Rehan chuckled, his voice filled with a hint of longing. " Of course, Muskan, the wedding. But can't we enjoy the festivities and indulge in a little harmless flirtation? "

Rehan's gaze intensified, his eyes searching for a sign of vulnerability in Muskan's demeanor. He gently reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

Their eyes locked for a moment, the unspoken attraction between them hanging in the air. The wedding festivities continued around them, but in that moment, it felt as if time stood still.

But just as quickly as it had begun, the spell was broken. Reality intruded in the form of flashing cameras and eager reporters seeking to capture every moment of the star-studded event.

Muskan and Rehan pulled away from each other, their expressions a mix of longing and resignation. They knew that their political profession demanded sacrifice, and their love was destined to remain hidden.

They exchanged a bittersweet smile, an unspoken promise to not get carried away again in their hearts. Then, with a final glance, they parted ways, blending back into the crowd, their paths once again diverging in the realm of politics.

The night wore on, filled with laughter, music, and the clinking of champagne glasses. Muskan and Rehan continued to navigate the sea of attendees, their interactions with others a well-practiced charade. Rehan's gaze lingered on Muskan, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and longing. He was drawn to her, unable to resist the magnetic pull she had on him. Yet, he respected Muskan's boundaries and understood the complexities of their situation.

And as the night came to a close, Muskan and Rehan found themselves once again at the crossroads of uncertainty, their love obscured by the demands of their positions. The game of politics would continue, and their paths would cross again, each encounter serving as a painful reminder of the barriers that stood between them.

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