The boy who stole her heart

Chapter 8. Night to remember!

Every time I used to hear Vid, my best friend complain about dressing for occasion is difficult I would scoff and roll my eyes at her drama but now I get her. Sorry Vid.

Choosing the right dress is so difficult. No wonder why men complain about their ladies. I can't believe I am setting the stereotype straight.

I sigh as I look at the huge pile of mess that are my clothes spread on the bed. Ugh what has my life become? I have literally no one to help me decide. Back home I would annoy mom till she herself picked a dress for me but here I don't have anyone.

Maybe I can call Vid but she would gloat if I accepted my fault and never let me forget about it for lifetime. So definitely that option is out.

After intently staring at the mess I mutter 'screw it' under my breath and pick the white summer dress.

White is always the safest option right? Yeah not on period tho.

Picking on the outfit I hastily dash towards my dressing table and hold it in front of my body to check myself. It looks decent. With that thought I place the dress on the table and walk towards the bathroom door. I need a warm shower.

After shaving my body and a warm shower which really relaxed my muscles I put on the white dress that reached till my knees showing off my hairless legs. They glistened a bit due to water.

I brushed my hair and parted them in the middle. A smile adorned my lips satisfied at the way my hair set perfectly. Turning away from the mirror I bent towards the bed to clear the mess. Just then the shiny material caught my eyes. I pushed all the dress aside and pulled the back from where the shiny thing was peeking.

I sighed as I lifted the silver infinity locket. I don't even remember packing this in my bag. This was a gift given by him. I still remember the way he was waiting for my reaction as he handed me the box wrapped in golden wrapper.

I don't know what possessed me but without a thought I put the chain around my neck. This is the start right? Of not letting him affect me. I applied a bit of make up, the usual kohl, mascara, primer, compact, blush and lipstick.

After making sure I was looking presentable I slipped on my favourite wedges. I turn off the lights and unplug my mobile from the charger and lock the door.

As soon as I descend down the stairs I'm hit by the tantalising smell of spices and chicken. Umm chicken? Does chicken have smell? Like some kind of distinctive smell?

You have way too much time for these silly thoughts!

I feel a bit happy that I am the first one in the living room. Looks like no one is taking this guest thing serious.

"Sun?" I turn around only to find Rihanna standing at the doorway of kitchen.

Except Rihanna I guess.

"Wow you look gorgeous. Serving looks tonight, are we sis?"

One thing about Rihanna is I love her okay. I don't understand this why some people think that sisters are never friends. Rihanna though my stepsister is really such a good person to hang out with and be friends with but I don't why I avoid it.

Though she was complimenting me she looked more beautiful than. I look really paled compared to her. She was wearing a black sleeveless dress reaching up to mid thigh showing off her tanned legs. With her hair curled at end she looked like a Victoria's Secret model. Her high heels and the way she held herself in those supported my statement.

"You mean you are serving looks? Seriously which run away are you going after dinner?" I asked.

"Oh stop it. You stroke my ego too much." Rihanna blushed and wiped her hands to the napkin she was holding in her left hand.

"Should I be careful while eating?" I asked eyeing the napkin.

She looked offended.

"Darn! You are lucky I didn't make chicken tonight." She retorted.

"Thank God"

Before Rihanna could reply she was called by Butler.

"I'll get you back for that" She said and walked back inside the kitchen.

I smile and mutter a 'sure jan' under my breath. Just then I hear a loud ringing of the bell. As there was no one in the living room I decide to open the door.

"I'll get it" I yell and walk towards the door. Pushing the lock and turning the knob I pull open the door.

"Sam? What are you doing here?" I asked surprised. But anyways he opens his arms so I engulf him in a hug.

How does he know my address? Is he guest? But how would he know my dad?

Without answering my question he parts away. I close the door as he walks inside the house. As I turn around I see him from the corner of my eyes. My head automatically turn towards him and my breath got stuck in my throat.

His eyes drift towards my chest and that's when it clicks my mind that he can see the chain. His eyes were still on me. They were so intense and beautiful that I couldn't look away.

"Hey Randhir? What a surprise! You live here?" Sam asked and it broke our stare.

"Yeah" He nodded. Not at all elaborating the answer. Wow, keeping it short I see.

"Sam?" Rihanna whispered from the kitchen.

His head snapped at her voice. Am I missing something? What's up with that? I try not to look affected as Randhir stands beside me.

"Ana" He whispers awed. Okay definitely something is up. He knows Rihanna and has a nickname for her. Yeah he's the guest.

"Do you know each other?" I blurted out stupidly.

"Yeah. Yeah they do know each other. Sam's family was our neighbour and these both were good friends." Dad answered. My eyes widened at the answer. What the hell? Sam knows my dad. Wow.

"You have turned out fine, gentleman" Stephen laughed and hugged him.

Okay.

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Everything going on so far seem a bit awkward. Dad said that that there's some special guest going to arrive and Sam comes home?

After hugging Sam, dad went to grab some of the finest wine from his collection. Randhir was clearly not happy seeing Sam here which I could make that out by the way his expressions were drifting from being angry then jealous.

Before I could ask anything Rihanna speaks up.

"So Sam how long you have been staying in Brooklyn?" I heard Rihanna's voice which too curious.

"Ana I work here in Brooklyn. It's been five years I guess. And I still live in Manhattan. Same place. My parents shifted but I am still staying there." He finished with a cough while rihanna just nodded. He flushed a bit under her stare.

Then it clicked me. I think I am going somewhat correct with this. He was her neighbour and knows her from his teen years. He once told me about the girl he loved and that though she was younger than him she challenged him on every step. He came back to New York to take over his uncle's company after his death. After his lover left him he left to Monte Carlo and completed his education there. Almost thirteen hours away from New York I guess. Anyways I think that may be Rihanna he was talking about. She might be the girl he loved.

But if that's the case then Sam is surely going to be in pain when he learns that Rihanna is getting married. Or does he? She is getting married in two months.

What if he knows that already? Oh God what if he finds out Randhir is my ex boyfriend. The one that broke my heart. This is a disaster. But dad didn't introduce him to Sam. He just rushed inside to get the wine.

But one thing is still stuck in my mind and gnawing me is did Sam knew all along that my dad is my dad?

"Sam you knew that Stephen was my dad?" I asked not able to control my tongue. He looked like a thief got caught in the act. His eyes widened comically and he looked at me with guilt pooling in his orbs.

"Yes I knew. I'm sorry." He bent his head down in shame. I avoided looking at Rihanna and Randhir for their reaction as they looked surprised.

'Then why didn't you tell me before jerk?' I refrained myself from asking him this. If he already was my dad's acquaintance or so called neighbour then why didn't tell me before. I have known him from three years and shared everything with him and he does make me feel like he betrayed me of course. He did not tell me all the time and played dumb in front of me acting all innocent while I trusted him all along and shared everything with him. He lied to me all these years. I just can't believe him. Just when you think you can trust people. He's my best friend. Of all people why him? But then again the near ones have the chance to hurt us more.

Enraged at his betrayal I couldn't even look into his eyes anymore. I just can't stand here anymore.

I stood up from my seat ignoring the loud screeching sound.

"Listen... Sanyukta I can explain.." He stood up as well and was coming my way but I stopped him by showing my right hand indicating to just stand there.

"I... I just need some fresh air. I just can't stay here now. I'll be back soon." I could see worry written all over rihanna's face while Sam sighed.He deserved to be guilty. I turn my head towards Randhir who looked concerned. I weakly smiled at him and moved out of house.

I was glad that Stacey or Dad was not there to witness that. But I do have to talk with dad.

There are some things you just can't believe. Like Zayn Malik left the band and doing solo. Or your best friend betraying you. I am unable to digest the fact that my best friend lied to me. I could see that Rihanna was the most confused about all this mess. I guess that she is unaware about Sam being my boss and best friend.

As I stormed out of the house I realised that I did not take my car keys and I had no purse with me. I knew that the streak of drama in me will land me trouble but I never thought it would be this day.

Still angry I decided to walk along the Brooklyn streets late this night.

I curse my wedges as they keep on slipping and sliding along my feet. Seriously that was not enough that I was getting punished. Without stopping I walked further. Just then I was hit by sudden gust of wind. I rub my palms together to produce warmth.

As I watch way too romantic movies I was waiting for someone to come rescue me. Or atleast someone to give me a jacket. This summer dress never survive the winds I guess. I shiver again. Just then I remember that there is a small cafe few blocks away from here and also there's the famous Brooklyn bridge few meters away. I did not see Brooklyn much and I plan to but every time there's something coming up and distracting me. I never realised the beauty of this city.

From the corner of my eyes I see a couple walking hand in hand and smiling to each other with pretzel in their hand. Seeing them it pains. What if Randhir had never left? If he wouldn't then we would be standing there together instead of me alone roaming alone in streets. I don't know why did he do that to me? It hurts so much. I loved him so much but I guess he didn't. He cared so less that he left me all alone. Why did I had to fall for him? Of all boys? But I guess heart wants what it wants.

With a tired sigh I continue to strut further with a new found determination to find my destination but then all of a sudden I feel arms around by waist and my back is bumped against this person's front. I shriek in horror.

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