21. PARTY

VIKRAM SINGH RAJVANSH'S POV

I step out of my car and onto the driveway of my family's mansion, feeling a mix of emotions as I gaze up at the imposing structure. It's been a long time since I've been back here, and I'm not sure I'm ready to face the memories and the people that come with it.

My family is used to my behavior, though. They're accustomed to me disappearing for weeks or even months at a time, only to return when it suits me. It's just the way I've always been, and they've learned to accept it.

But it's not just me. None of my family members, except for Rajveer, really like to live in this house. They're not fond of our father and his...tasteless ways of getting what he wants. He's a mafia boss, and that comes with a certain level of violence and ruthlessness that not everyone is comfortable with.

My mother, in particular, has always been opposed to our father's profession. She hates the violence and the power struggles that come with it. And she's not afraid to speak her mind, even if it means going against our father.

But despite their differences, our father has never raised his voice against her. He's always been careful to keep his temper in check, at least when it comes to my mother.

Today, we're having a party to celebrate my mother's return after one of her "small escapes" from our father. She's been gone for a few weeks, and I'm sure our father is eager to make a show of their reunion.

As I enter the mansion, I'm greeted by the sound of laughter and music. The party is already in full swing, and I can see our family's guests mingling and chatting in the living room.

I make my way through the crowds, nodding and smiling as I go. I'm not really in the mood for this, but I know I have to put on a show. For my mother's sake, if nothing else.

As I reach the center of the room, I see my mother standing by the window, a glass of wine in her hand. She looks beautiful, as always, and I can feel the tension in her body as she chats with our father.

I don't dare to interrupt their together time.

As I scan the room, my eyes land on a familiar face - Prashi, Rajveer's assistant. She's a sweet little thing, with cheeks that are so cute they make me want to pinch them. But despite her innocent appearance, I know that her life isn't easy.

My brother has his eyes on her, and I can only imagine what that means for her. Rajveer isn't the kind of person who loves; he's the kind of person who wants power over others. And once he sets his sights on something - or someone - he'll stop at nothing to get it.

I feel a pang of pity for Prashi, knowing that she's now something my brother wants. I make my way over to her, a smile on my face as I greet her warmly.

"Hey Prashi, how's it going?" I ask, trying to sound casual.

She smiles back at me, looking relieved to have someone to talk to. "Hi Vikram, I'm good. Just trying to stay out of the way."

I nod sympathetically. "I know how that feels. But don't worry, I'm here now. You can stick with me and avoid all the drama."

Prashi laughs, looking grateful. "Thanks Vikram, that means a lot to me."

I smile back at her, feeling a sense of protectiveness towards her. She's like a little sister to me, and I want to make sure she's okay.

"So, have you heard about the celebration tonight?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

Prashi nods, her eyes sparkling with interest. "Yes, I heard it's to celebrate your mother's return. That's really nice."

I nod, smiling. "Yeah, it's a big deal for our family. We don't always get along, but we're trying to put on a good show for my mother's sake."

Prashi smiles sympathetically. "I'm sure it'll be fine. You're all very...um...interesting."

I laugh, feeling a sense of amusement. "That's one way to put it. But hey, at least we're never boring, right?"

As I continue chatting with Prashi, my eyes wander towards the entrance of the hall, and that's when I see him - Vyom Rajput. He's wearing a backless dress that's both elegant and daring, showcasing his toned physique. The outfit doesn't seem too feminine, but it's undoubtedly sexy as hell. It complements his confident stride and fluid movements perfectly.

For a moment, I'm taken aback by my own reaction. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I've never been attracted to someone like this, and it's unsettling yet exhilarating at the same time. I realize that I could be gay for somebody, and that somebody is Vyom.

I take a deep breath, trying to process my emotions. I've always been focused on my family's business and my own personal growth. I've never really had time for relationships or romance, just few one night stand that never really stand upto me.

But there's something about Vyom that draws me in every-fucking-time I look at him, something that makes me feel seen and understood.

As I watch him mingle with the other guests, I feel a pang of curiosity and longing. I want to know more about him, to understand what makes him tick. I want to be near him, to feel his presence and bask in his confidence.

I want to feel him so badly.

These days has been too much on me, no matter how much I want to be inside him, but I can't.

I want him to approach me first, I don't want to force him in anyway.

He seems like a delicate thing if I touched him a little rough, he will be out of my way, out of my reach.

I don't even want that to happen even in my wildest dream.

Vyom has always switched his partners very quickly I don't want to be like that to him. I want to be more than that.

It's going to be very soon.

I can't make my little prince wait too much, right!

As I continue to watch him, I notice the way he laughs, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. I see the way he moves with confidence, the way he owns the room. And I'm drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I need to play it cool, to not let my feelings get the better of me. But as I watch Vyom, I know that it's going to be hard to resist him. He's got a hold on me, and I'm not sure if I want to break free.

As I continue to observe Vyom, I notice Vedika approaching him with a guy in tow. I recognize the guy as Tehran, a famous model and brand ambassador for a prominent Parisian brand. I've met him several times before, as he once dated Vedika.

But what is he doing here? I wonder. Tehran shakes hands with Vyom, his eyes scanning him up and down in a way that's unmistakably flirtatious. Vyom, however, seems completely unfazed, which makes me wonder if they know each other from before.

Tehran takes it a step further, reaching out to touch Vyom's bare back. Vyom's response is unexpected - he smiles and kisses Tehran on the cheek. I can almost hear the wheels turning in my head as I think to myself, Someone is getting fucked today.

The dynamic between Vyom and Tehran is intriguing, to say the least. They seem to have a history, and I find myself wondering what kind of relationship they have. Are they friends, or he is one of the few fuck buddies vyom had before?

As I continue to watch, I notice the way Vyom's eyes sparkle when he looks at Tehran. It's a look that's hard to misinterpret - it's a look of desire, of attraction. And I realize that I'm not the only one who's interested in Vyom. Tehran is clearly vying for his attention.

Just when I know I can't handle this flood of jealousy inside my head, I see my chance to intervene. I stride confidently over to the trio, my eyes locked on Vyom's.

"Little prince, I need to have a word with you," I say, my voice low and commanding.

Tehran looks up at me, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Vedika, sensing the tension, excuses herself and makes a quick exit.

I slide my hand into Vyom's waist, feeling a surge of possessiveness. "I want to discuss my latest investment in your design firm," I say, my voice dripping with authority. "Let's take this conversation somewhere more private. I am stealing your friend for sometime but can't guarantee if he will be able to meet you again."

"Just kidding."

With that, I turn Vyom around and lead him away from Tehran, my hand still firmly planted on his waist. I can feel Tehran's eyes on us, but do I fucking care? No. I've made it clear that Vyom is mine, and I won't let anyone get in the way.

As we walk away, I can feel Vyom's heart racing beneath my touch. I smile to myself, knowing that I've got him right where I want him.

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~to be continued