Sia looked at herself in the mirror. She smoothed a hand down her dress. For a moment, she wanted to change and curl up inside the blanket.

Did she look ok? The dress was a bodycon evening gown and her curves were highlighted a lot. Sia wasn't a lean or thin woman. She wasn't fat but quite curvy.

Piyush and his words about her being not tempting enough because of her dressing made her insecure and she did consider running away.

But she took a deep breath and walked out of her room. With a smile she walked towards Vardhan's room but stopped short hearing someone call her name.

Her body froze hearing that voice. She can never forget the voice that had always made her look small. The voice she trusted once. The voice of the man who betrayed her.

Sia turned and saw Piyush, her ex boyfriend smirking evilly at her with his best friend and girlfriend now, clinging to his arm.

Both of them were dressed for the party downstairs.

"Wow! What a surprise! Didn't expect you here Sia."

He said and walked closer to her. She clenched her fists and lowered her eyes.

"What are you wearing Sia?"

It was his clingy best friend cum girlfriend, Sameeksha.

"You know a dress doesn't suit your body. You look like a clown girl. Tumhare wo behenji type kapde kaha hai? Go and wear them girl. Please let the guests downstairs have a good party. They don't need a joker joining them."

Tears sting her eyes but she kept quiet.

"Where are you still standing here girl? Just go and change into your behenji clothes."

Sameeksha laughed and Sia felt her nails dug into her palm due to clenching her fists tightly.

"This is what your problem is Sia. You're just too plain. Too boring. Too shy to accept new things. You'll never be able to tempt a man. Also the reason why I chose her over you. Why anyone would choose someone else over you."

The guys snickered and Sia wanted to run away. Far away from here.

"Sia? What's happening?"

She heard another voice and just wanted to disappear. Not now! Not when she wanted to fucking cry. Not in front of him. What will he think about her?

Vardhan looked at the man and his blood boiled. He was the guy she had cheated on Armaan with. Was he still in the picture. But Sia's body language screamed uncomfortable.

Her head was lowered and her fists were clenched. Her breathing was ragged and he felt like she'd cry.

The man frowned seeing Vardhan and asked.

"And who would you be?"

"I'm Vardhan."

"Who are you to Sia?"

"Her senior at work. Who are you?"

Piyush smirked as if to prove his point that she would only have men as her superior and never as her partners.

"Someone near to Sia. Listen to what we said and do it Sia."

With that the man left with the woman still clinging on his arm.

"What did he mean? Do what?"

Vardhan asked but Sia released a wavered breath. She couldn't control her tears anymore. She wanted to hide.

"I-I think you should-go down...I don't feel very well. Mai apne room mai hi thik hu."

Her voice came out as a broken whisper and Vardhan knew she was lying. The man had said something hurtful to her.

He held her hand and pulled her in his room.

"What's wrong?"

"N-nothing. I just don't feel-well."

"Yeah! I believe you. Now tell me the real reason. That man said something right? Who was he?"

His gut was screaming that he was missing something very important. That he had misinterpreted the entire thing. His brain argued otherwise. That he couldn't be wrong. That she was a cheater.

Sia looked up into his eyes and his brain lost the battle. His heart broke seeing the tears in her eyes as she whispered.

"He was my...my boyfriend. My ex boyfriend now. And that girl is his girlfriend. And whatever they said is absolutely right."

So he wasn't wrong about the boyfriend part. She did cheat on Armaan. Why was his brain not ready to understand this?

"What did he say?"

She hiccuped remembering all the things he said and sobbed.

"He...he said that dresses like these don't suit my body. And that I...I look like a clown. That I should...stay in my room because the people downstairs.... don't need a joker down...they're right though. I look like a...fool in this. I've never...never worn anything like this before and I look like shit."

She wiped her tears harshly and he just looked at her.

"He said that no man would want someone like me. Someone so plain...so boring...and not tempting enough for a man...and that this is the reason that he...cheated on me."

Now this came as a shocker. He cheated on her? She was the one cheating on Armaan. Why did her tears feel real? Why did her emotions and feelings feel real?

"Are you done?"

He asked when her sobs decreased into sniffles. She looked at him still sniffling and he held her shoulders. He turned her around to face the mirror and stood behind her.

"You heard him. Now listen to me. Look at yourself. Look well. What do you see?"

She saw a broken girl. A girl whose confidence was murdered and who was a crying mess.

"I'll tell you what I see. Let's start from the top. I see very beautiful, long hair. Shiny, silky and soft. Makes me want to run my fingers in them."

He said, taking a sniff of her hair and sighed. He opened his eyes and met hers through the mirror and continued.

"I see the most beautiful pair of eyes I've ever seen. Never have I liked the color brown more than this. I see the most perfect, kissable lips."

She blushed at his comment and he smiled.

"I'll not go much into description because you'll die of shyness but I see a face very alluring and soothing. A face that fits perfectly in my palms. And you think you look like a clown? You know what I see?"

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