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I settled on the soft mattress, feeling the silk sheets under the skin of my palms, subconsciously. The party was this evening and my heart accelerate at the realization.
This would be the first party hosted by the Raivardhans that we would be having without any bad blood or irritation between us. The first important party to Viaan that he would be hosting it as my husband. The nervousness crept inside me and the tiredness made me fall back on the bed in exhaustion. I just had to relax for a bit before I start getting ready for the party.
My eyes burned and my eyelids felt heavy making me close them for a second. Just for a second, I let my eyes rest.
"Rynah?" My head buzzed with the voice in the background.
"You need to wake up, Rynah," the same voice again whispered in my ear. A gentle touch of something against my cheek and I moaned as it stroked my skin, dragging me out of the voidness. My eyes fluttered open to meet the molten chocolates swirling in his.
"That's pretty..." My broken filter mouth blabbered in haze as his eyes sparkled.
"I'm glad that you find my eyes pretty but now you will have to get up and get ready if you don't want to be late," Viaan's voice sounded amused even to my malfunctioning brain while his eyes crinkled a little as they laughed making me frown.
"Late for what?" Another unfiltered thought came through before everything came back like a flood inside my head. With wide eyes, I sat up cursing, "Oh shit!"
Though I felt the slight panic take over me, not from waking up but from the realization that I was going to be late for the party, I didn't fail to notice my husband’s amazing reflex who gracefully dodged the possible head butting that would have taken place due to my clumsiness.
"You take care of what mom has instructed you with," Viaan ordered looking towards his right, making me follow his gaze to find an audience with awed expressions on their faces.
"Yes, Mr. Raivardhan! Don't worry about anything, she is in good hands," one of the four ladies standing by the door said.
Viaan nodded before walking out of the door. My eyes followed him till the wall blocked my view.
"Good evening Mrs. Raivardhan. These are Geeta, Saroj, and Harpreet. And I am Maliha. We will be your makeup artist and hair stylists for the night!" I must say, Maliha was very much excited to dress me up as she ended her little zealous introduction with a clap like a five-year-old in a candy shop.
Oh boy, I really got scared now.
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I stepped out of the walk-in closet in a golden high low gown that had a deep back.
Gasps erupted around the room when the girls noticed me.
"Oh my god! You look stunning!" Maliha complemented in admiration. I felt like the queen of the world receiving the approving gazes of others. They didn't delay with hairstyling which was a simple messy bun. It did look good with the dress though. We could hear the faint music from downstairs indicating that the party had begun. I had to join them soon.
To add an air of intimidation and uniqueness, Geeta put some temporary henna design tattoos on my upper arm which proceeded towards the back. My golden Jimmy Choo heels had a lot of strips for a better grip.
"She is so beautiful already, and looks even more beautiful with every addition that we make," Harpreet sighed in adulation, becoming the reason of me blush.
They finished by dabbing another coat of lip gloss over my lips and a touch of hairspray to my bun. I liked what they did with me. Just as they packed their stuff, the door opened revealing my dashing husband in a black two-piece classic suit with a white shirt, in the process of putting on his black metal wristwatch. The black insides of the collar and cuffs of the shirt stood out.
"Is she ready?" he asked in his deep voice, making Maliha nod her head. His eyes shifted to mine, giving me a head to toe scan. In other words, checking me out. My cheeks darkened under his intense gaze.
God! The way he makes me feel merely with his gaze!
His eyes stayed stuck on my exposed legs and back longer than usual as he grumbled, "I definitely don't like the dress."
The girls beside me stiffened at his words making me pity them.
"Don't worry, I keep getting that line every now and then. You can go. Thank you for your service tonight." They bobbed their heads in relief at my easy smile before making a beeline for the door, to get the hell out of here before my scowling husband decided to add something else. Slipping into my Jimmy Choo, I sashayed a bit as I walked up to him and snaked my hand around his bicep with a teasing smile, knowing full well that he wouldn't do anything to delay us from getting to the party.
"If we were not running late, I would have made you change the dress before going down," Viaan remarked with furrowed eyebrows, leading me out of the room and down the grand stairs.
His warm presence beside me filled my stomach with wild butterflies. He walked slower than his usual pace to let me keep up with him. Once we were in the lobby, he took a left and guided me towards the room where the party was taking place. The music became louder and louder as we neared a beautifully carved double door, guarded by two doormen in a black tailcoat and striped gray pants over a white shirt and a bow tie.
They opened the door, letting us in and then I saw it, the humongous ballroom from over the mezzanine. If the stairs leading to the first floor in the living room were grand, the stairs leading to the ballroom weregrander! The entire ballroom was one level below and people looked up to see us standing and looking over them. Everyone was in their best attire. The men in tuxedos, the women in various evening gowns and sparkling saris, with glasses of different drinks in their hands.
There was another huge double door on the other end of the ballroom beyond which were the lush green grass and beautiful night. The entire place was illuminated with a golden hue of the lights giving it a touch of Victorian-era ball.
