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I froze in my place, or maybe it was just the alcohol doing its work and making me feel dramatic.

The ocean blue eyes.

Those eyes roamed over me from head to toe, and I gulped. It felt as though they were drinking me.

Then, suddenly, he looked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was then that I took the opportunity to observe his appearance.

He sat alone on a sofa, dressed in a white shirt and a dark blue coat. His hair was messy like he had been sleeping and, suddenly, realized that he had a party to attend.

But with messy hair, he looks more handsome and...Hot?

I should stop my thoughts.

I shook my head and tried to divert my gaze, but sadly, my eyes were not cooperating. My eyes were stuck on him. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them. Our gazes locked. I found myself staring.

Stop acting like a teenage girl! My mind mocks me.

"RIA!" Someone yelled in my ears, and I turned my attention. It was rosy.

She waved her hand in front of me and smirked.

"Huh! Wh-What?" I asked bewildered as a blush formed on my cheeks. She has a playful look on her face and a teasing glint in her eyes.

Did she see me staring shamelessly at Mr. Rude?

"I have been calling you for 2 minutes now. But I see, you are too busy checking out our---"I placed the glass of juice I was holding to Rosy's lips, halting her chatter. She downed it in one gulp and smiled.

"By the way, did you see Kevin anywhere?" I tried to change the topic. But the look on rosy's face tells me that she knew I was trying to divert her attention.

"For now, I am letting you go. But we will talk about this in detail tomorrow." She warned me, and I laughed, bringing her to the dance floor. I was happy knowing that she had come out of that sad phase and has accepted things.

We laughed and danced weirdly. And here I thought that I was weird. But Rosy proved it wrong. She dances more weirdly than me. She is a horrible dancer.

While dancing, my eyes roamed around, trying to search for that particular ocean blue eyes that were not leaving my mind. I have to stop thinking about him. He is just my boss.

Boss.

And that's it.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

But why do I feel a connection whenever I look into those eyes?

Your eyes have met many eyes, but why did it only get lost in his?

Stop. This is nonsense.

or Maybe it's just a little crush. My mind asserted.

I have to stop now.

I suddenly started feeling nauseous and dizzy. And my eyes widened.

Oh my gosh, how can I forget this?

How can I forget that I have a social anxiety?

Social anxiety disorder is a mental health condition in which social interactions cause irrational anxiety. My case is not that serious, but still, I try to avoid resurfacing the effects by avoiding social gathering. In this, some people start feeling dizzy and lightheaded when they enter a crowded place.

I told rosy that I wanted to go to the washroom, and she nodded her head. She offered to accompany me, but I declined. I don't want to ruin her party.

It took me a lot of strength to find where the washroom was. Blackness was threatening to spread in my vision. And I cursed myself for drinking alcohol, even if it was too little.

After a lot of searching, I was still unable to find it.

Sweat started forming on my head. I can't remain conscious for long now. My breathing became uneven, and my head started hurting.

I felt faintness approaching quickly. Glancing up, I noticed two men standing by the door, deeply engrossed in conversation. Upon calling out to them, they turned their attention towards me.

"C...can you please h...help me?" I said, my voice hesitating a bit.

"I can do more than help," The grey-eyed man said, walking towards me with a sly smile, and roaming his eyes on my body, making me feel disgusted.

Why am I getting a bad vibe? I should not have asked in the first place.

"Where is the washroom?" I asked, not looking at those men. I have started feeling weak.

"It's upstairs. Let me take you to it." He started wrapping an arm around my shoulder, but I threw it away and started making my way upstairs. A look a disgust spread on my face by his touch.

"babe, let me help you." The grey-eyed man said, appearing next to me. I shook my head and kept on walking. I didn't have enough energy left in me. I regret asking for help in the first place.

He snaked his arm around my waist again and held me closer. He smelled like alcohol. I tried to get free from his grip, but it was too firm.

"Don't touch me," I yelled, but my voice didn't sound loud enough because of the loud music playing in the background. He started walking, holding me, but I didn't leave my place. My heels got glued to the spot.

The thought of this man doing something inappropriate with me started coming to my mind.

He forced me to walk as I wasn't leaving the spot.

"We are almost there." He said with a sick smile and opened a door.

But before I could think anything, the blackness had spread across my eyes. And I became unconscious.

After that, I did not know what happens.

Maybe this is my end, I thought.