“Bhai,” she informed him, “your friends are nicer than you.”
Abhinav tapped her forehead and turned toward Ishani and Divya. “These are Ishani and Divya. Ishani is the CFO of Khanna Consolidated. Divya produces films.”
Naina’s face changed instantly.
‘Opportunity. Pure opportunity.’
She greeted both women with an even brighter smile. “Ishani Bhabhi. Divya Bhabhi. I adore both of you already. I own Naira. It is a textile and fashion label.”
Her eyes gleamed. “Also, I love my brother.”
Abhinav’s look turned wary. “That sentence never ends well for me.”
“I love him because he knows rich people with excellent wardrobes.” Naina folded her hands in dramatic appeal. “I remain available for styling consultations. Bridal wear. Event wear. International launches. Emotional recoveries after breakups. Everything.”
“Naina.”
“What, Bhai? Networking is important.”
“You already refuse half your orders.”
“I will make room for these two. They are family now.”
Before either woman could respond, Naina hooked her arms through theirs and began pulling them toward the inner wing.
“Come quickly. Meera Bhabhi is inside and the aunties have not trapped her yet. Also, I need opinions on a Mumbai collection before Bhai destroys my creativity with financial lectures.”
“I have done nothing.”
“You exist as a businessman. That is enough.”
The three disappeared, laughter trailing behind.
Abhinav watched them go.
Raghav studied him from the side. “She has always been this dangerous?”
“She sold embroidered handkerchiefs to the gardener at sighed. “The man kept buying them for twelve years.”
Vikram burst out laughing.
The three moved toward the banyan tree as servants arrived with lime juice.
Raghav leaned against a stone column.
“So.” His attention turned to Abhinav. “The man who came to India ready to sell his ancestral Haveli.”
“Raghav.”
“The same man is now marrying the woman who apparently stopped him from doing it.”
“Yes.”
Vikram raised his glass. “I want the entire story.”
“It is long.”
“We have two days.”
