Broken but beloved

First Meet!

Rishab's POV:

I was sitting at one of the bar tables, downing shots one after another. The dim lighting of the bar and the throbbing beat of the music created a haze around me. I knew I was completely drunk; my legs were wobbly, and my vision was blurred. But I didn't stop there. I just wanted to get drunk and keep going. I drank to the point where I was no longer aware of my surroundings. Earlier that day, I had uploaded a video to my YouTube channel, and it had gone viral. The notifications on my phone were relentless, each ping a reminder of my success. So, I was celebrating in my own way—by getting thoroughly wasted. Yes, I was drinking alone, with my driver sitting beside me, trying in vain to stop me. But I, Rishab, the great Rishab, was unstoppable.

I'm Rishab Malhotra, a famous, well-known YouTuber. My channel covers everything from pranks and challenges to lifestyle and travel vlogs. My mother is a highly respected doctor, known for her groundbreaking work in neurology, and my father is a billionaire businessman who has established multiple enterprises, both large and small. Their achievements cast a long shadow, one I've always tried to step out of. I have an older brother too, following in my father's footsteps, managing a part of our vast family business empire.

I never believed in falling in love. I'm the guy girls are dying to spend the night with. My charm and status make it easy. I have one-night stands, leave them with broken hearts, and then move on to the next one. Commitment was a word that didn’t exist in my dictionary.

It was past midnight when I tried to stand up to go home. The bar was thinning out, with only a few stragglers left. But my wobbly legs lost their balance, and I fell flat on the ground, knocking over the empty glasses on the table. My driver hurried to lift me up and walked me towards the car. Tonight, I wasn’t in the mood for any nasty one-night stands, so I decided to head back home.

My driver, a loyal man who had worked for my family for years, attempted to settle me into the back seat of the car, but I shoved him into the passenger seat instead and took the driver's seat. He tried to reason with me, reminding me of the dangers of driving in my state, but I ordered him to stay silent. Reluctantly, he obeyed and sat quietly, his eyes filled with concern. The road was clear, free from traffic jams and pedestrians. I was driving like a maniac, the cold night air rushing in through the open window, sending chills down my spine.

As I sped down the empty streets, the lights of the city blurring past, a beautiful girl suddenly appeared in the middle of the road as if from a dream. Her eyes were so intense I felt like I could drown in them forever. They were a striking shade of amber, so intense they seemed to draw me in by shimmering with an inner light that seemed almost supernatural. Her face radiated innocence, framed by soft, wavy hair that cascaded down her shoulders in dark, silky strands. Her skin was pale and flawless, with a gentle glow that seemed almost ethereal under the streetlights.

Her delicate frame looked fragile, as if the slightest touch might break her. She wore a simple white dress that fluttered gently in the breeze, adding to her almost ghostly presence. Despite her vulnerable appearance, there was a quiet strength in the way she stood, a resilience that belied her delicate exterior. What captivated me most was a small, perfect mole on her left jawline, adding a unique charm to her otherwise angelic face. Her whole being radiated a purity and beauty that left me spellbound.

But then she closed her eyes, and tears began streaming down her cheeks, shimmering like diamonds in the dim light. It jolted me out of my trance, and I realized my car was about to hit her. I swerved sharply to the left and crashed into a tree. The impact was sudden and violent, the sound of metal crunching against wood deafening in the quiet night. My head hit the steering wheel hard, and blood started oozing from the wound, warm and sticky.

Dazed, I turned to my driver and asked if he was okay. He nodded, his face pale but unharmed. As my vision blurred and I began to lose consciousness, he assured me he was fine and frantically tried to keep me awake, his voice trembling with fear. But the darkness was closing in, and my last thoughts lingered on the beautiful girl I had almost hit. Her image, with those haunting eyes and tear-streaked face, remained etched in my mind until everything went black.