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But he didn't oblige, instead, he wrapped his other hand around me pulling me flush against him, "let them."
I so badly wanted to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face.
And just as I had fear, a Toyota Innova moved beside our convertible. And the look on the faces of the south Indians who were sitting inside just changed from adoration to shock when their eyes switched from the car towards us. Their eyes widened and their mouths hung open. And I stood frozen in Viaan's arms with my mouth hanging low. Fortunately, the driver hadn't noticed us, else he would have driven the car off the cliff in shock...
As if that episode wasn't enough, another two cars followed soon after. The first car only seemed to contain bachelors who started to catcall and whistling as soon as they sighted us. The driver of that car was slowing down but then the car behind them seemed to contain people with morals who scolded those men away before one of the passengers of the latter car shouted, "madam, are you okay? Is he troubling you?"
This time I bursted out laughing at the question. It was Viaan who deadpanned, "I am her husband."
The entire world knew who he was when we were married, thanks to the media but these people didn't seem to know anything about TheViaan Raivardhan.
Making a peace sign with his hand, the man signaled the driver to carry on.
Viaan grumbled something that sounded very much like, "way to kill the mood," before striding back to the car. I laughed behind him as I followed suit. They said karma is a bitch for a reason and this was one of those reasons.
It was sure turning to be colder as seconds passed by and being in a single layer of clothes wasn't very helping.
As soon as we sat inside the car, Viaan closed the roof and wound up the windows before turning the heater on. He stopped at the nearest tea stall that he found, ordering hot tea for two. I couldn't wipe out the grin from my face at his caring nature.
I was in desperate need of something hot to chase the coldness away. They had lit a small bonfire beside the stall where benches were placed and people sat around warming themselves. The view of the hills covered with the forest was a beautiful sight to witness from up here. It was just breathtaking to see.
I headed towards the benches to take in some of that warmth from the fire. The men around the bonfire stared at me, making me feel uncomfortable all of a sudden by staring at me for too long but then I felt something draped over my shoulders covering my cold body.
Looking over my shoulder I found Viaan placing his blazer around me.
"It was in the car," he explained, handing me a glass of piping hot tea as he sat down beside me. I was engulfed with the feeling of safety and secureness. He made me feel protected and powerful. Looking up I found the men had looked away from one glance of Viaan's. I secretly dug my nose into his blazer inhaling his masculine scent deeply. I loved his faint smell in there.
Slowly sipping the tea, I smiled while having a light-hearted conversation with my husband. I learned that his favorite color was purple, surprisingly. He hated citrus fruits, loved seafood, was allergic to dogs and had completed his engineering from MIT. The freaking MIT! I just stared at him when he disclosed it to me and I had been taking pride in graduating from IIT when this freaking man had graduated from MIT...
How in the bloody hell did I end up being this lucky to end up sitting next to him? As his wife?
He laughed at my expression saying, "it's not that hard to get in there if you work out right from the beginning and know your stuff enough to prove it practically."
"By practically you mean?"
"Projects. Whatever you learn, you implement a project on it," he shrugged, swallowing the last sip of his tea.
"You forgot to mention something. Not just any projects but groundbreaking projects," I rolled my eyes playfully sipping the last of my tea.
He just chuckled as he replied, "it's the same old projects but with the improvisation where this," he pointed at my heart as he continued, "thinks the project is failing to work."
I sucked in a breath at his touch. He laughed again, "come on my hornyCraziness. We've got to reach somewhere."
He had just read me like an open book!
Blushing at his teasing, I followed after him and got into the car. The same song resumed from where it had stopped in the background as we continued to have that light-hearted conversation.
"By the way, where are we going now?" I couldn't help but wonder.
"Have you heard about Kanchenjunga?" He asked.
"We are going to Kanchenjunga?" I exclaimed in shock.
"No, no," he laughed, "we can make a trip over there some other time but for now we will be going to the Tiger Hill from where we can only see it. If we are lucky we should be able to see Mount Everest too," he explained.
"Wow!" I breathed out in sheer thrill, digesting the fact that if luck was on our side we would be seeing the tallest peak in the world.
He drove around for sometime before skillfully driving over an uphill rocky terrain, away from the road where other cars continued to drive but none dared to follow us.
