Mumbai, St. Claret School.

Author's POV,

Ayaan felt relief after coming out from his own office's cafe he looked at his watch and saw it was only 3 pm, He knew that there were still fifteen minutes to start the last round, so he decided he would go there.

He called Rajiv and informed him that he was coming there but not to inform anything about it to anyone.

He was just going there to tell his grandfather that he was there when that competition was going on, and to save himself from Mahira's trash talks, but he didn't want any unwanted attention there.

He sat inside his car and drove towards the direction of the location where that competition was held.

When he reached there he saw that there were so many paparazzi waiting outside of the school Gate.

He knew if they got to know about his arrival, they would not leave him without eating his head with questions, and behaving rude in public and ruining his image wasn't his cup of tea, he wasn't in the mood to act all nice and polite so he again called Rajiv and asked him to send someone for his help.

Rajiv sent someone for his help, and when Ayaan noticed the man coming towards him, he quickly put on his mask, cap, and glasses hiding his features very well and went inside with that man from the back door.

When they reached inside Ayaan told that man to go and he sat in the back seat in between students.

There was everywhere dark so he removed his glasses and began to watch that competition.

Priti was too nervous, she thought that she would get out of the competition in the first round itself but she doesn't know how she got to the third round, Yeah, she was selected for a third round.

There were at least ten girls in the last third round and after looking at them her anxiety was increasing.

It was the third round and everyone had to share their opinions, she glanced at the girls who were sitting beside her and she felt that her confidence level again decreased.

She felt too nervous to think straight, but she just wanted to get up and prove that being dark wasn't wrong.

There are various types of skin color, it's all about the quantity of melanin why blame someone for their colour? everyone has unique features, you can't compare them with each other.

The announcer announced the third round was beginning and the girls got ready for their turn.

She glanced at the list and got disappointed because her name was last, and Shreya was last third, The first girl got up and that round started.

The girls were getting up and giving their performances and her confidence was losing with each performance after hearing the cheerful applause.

But Ayaan was disappointed, whenever he liked someone's dress he didn't like her style or if someone was beautiful then he didn't like her dressing sense or someone's confidence but he didn't like her sense of humour he was searching for the tiniest mistake in their performances like he was just there to count the errors.

He knew that the analysts who were sitting there were famous in the fashion world and were doing their job properly and he was glad about that.

It was Shreya's turn when she climbed on stage she was beautiful, she walked confidently, and spoke confidently but Ayaan didn't like her sense of humour.

Priti was looking at her move she felt like, She had nothing in comparison to Shreya, she thought there was nothing to feel bad about if today she lost also.

She decided that she would not compare herself with others, Then suddenly she remembered about him what if she won and got a chance to meet him?

She glanced at Shreya who was talking confidently and sharing her opinion, when Shreya's performance finished, hearing the sound of claps she understood that her performance was too good, after one girl, it was her performance, But that girl's performance ended too soon that Priti didn't get time to understand anything.

Ayaan felt bored after Shreya's performances, Now, He was regretting coming here also, He can't even choose any girl for the night, because he knew most of them were minor and who were mature, he will not like to sleep with them, of course, he has class and standards for girls, How could he fuck random cheap girls?

He liked Shreya but she was minor so having sex with her wasn't even an option.

His Dada ji wanted to do a charity and he asked him to select three girls from here for his upcoming project.

He had done his job already and selected three girls from the eight girls, He knew those analysts also selected the same girls, they had been in the entertainment business for quite some time and it wasn't too hard for them to know their boss's choice.

Now there was no need to wait here thinking this he got up from his seat and began to walk toward the entrance door,

"Hello,"

But his legs halted at his track when a soft voice reached his ears making his heartbeat stop for a while.

Everyone started to whisper something after looking at the girl who was standing on the stage.

And after hearing the Murmurs of the audience curiosity woke up inside his heart.

He didn't wait and turned his head to look at the owner of that sweet voice only to get hypnotized by the rare beauty.

He glanced at the girl and his eyes got stuck on the rare and unique beauty who was standing there wearing half-Indian and half-western clothes.

He felt something strong inside his heart like the urge to touch her, feel her under himself, and Something pulled him towards her.

He glanced at her from top to bottom, and just turned and again sat on his seat.

He was feeling a euphoric sensation in his body, he felt like he had seen her somewhere, and he tried to remember but didn't remember anything, he thought that he was just assuming that he had seen her and shook his all thoughts.

He glanced at her and after looking at her scared face understood that she wasn't confident about herself.

He liked how she was scared looking at the crowd but how desperately he wanted her to be scared of him.

After some time she handled herself and started to walk.

He glanced at her face, big almond-shaped eyes, straight nose, and Middle-sized lips inviting him to kiss them, his gaze travelled down to her hips, which were moving too much because of her walk.

How well she would look while riding his shaft like a horse, "Fuck!!"  he cursed himself for thinking something like that about a mere teenager, he tried to look away but his gaze was not moving away from her sinful body.

When she turned around his gaze fell on her exposed back, her hair was tied in a bun and the top that she was wearing was backless it was only tied with two criss-cross threads, how could just two threads be enough to hold her precious- he quickly stopped his dirty thoughts and glanced at the people who were admiring her beauty.

Suddenly he felt possessive over her, the mere thought that he wasn't alone, who was admiring her beauty but there were so many boys gawking at her just burned his heart in jealousy, he didn't like the idea of any other boy seeing her exposed back suddenly he brushed off that thought thinking he was behaving like a mad man looking at a normal teenage girl.

She turned again and spoke,

"Hello, I am Priti Sharma."

Ayaan heard her name and a small smile came on his lips her name was just like her beautiful, She took a long breath and continued, "I just wanna say that I am waiting for the day when people will judge me on the amount of wisdom I contain in my brain, and not on the amount of melanin, I contain in my skin. I don't think being black is the badge. It is just your skin colour and it doesn't show how you are from the inside. Don't judge people based on their skin colour."

Ayaan was scrutinizing her every move, when she started to speak he glanced at her parted lips, how they moved in sync when she spoke, his mind just went blank after looking at her red kissable lips, he didn't understand what she said because he was busy making dirty thoughts about her lips and how he will kiss, bite, suck, and chew her juicy lips but two-three words didn't fail to move inside his head.

She quit talking and started to walk down from the stage but Ayaan didn't avert his gaze from her.

It was not the first time that he had seen someone with that dark skin or she was so vastly beautiful that he couldn't avert his eyes from her.

But something was different about her, she wasn't so much beautiful that he would go behind her.

But Her eyes, Her lips, her hips, and her body were just inviting him to cherish her.

He just wanted to get up and fuck her raw on that same stage where she was standing a few minutes ago.

Her face was revolving inside his head, and everyone knew about Ayaan Singhaniya if he wanted something he would get it by hook or by crook and now he wanted her just for a night, and he would get her, he didn't care if she is merely sixteen or seventeen If she agreed then it's good or he has his ways to get her....