AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My brain was still processing what just happened when Aaryan drove out of the circular path and out of the gates. Then realization poured over me like monsoon downpour. MyBESTIEabandoned me with aTOTAL STRANGER! Okay, maybe not a complete stranger, he might be exclusively popular nowadays but he still was one, for me at least. What was she thinking?!?
"H-HOW DID YOU KNOW WHERE I LIVED?!?" I shouted at the top of my voice feeling creeped out by the idea of him stalking me. By the way, why would he stalk me?
"Because, I live in Jubilee Hills too and I found this fallen on the floor," he pulled out a sheet with my name and address written on it. It was still in my bag? Well, not anymore, now that he had found it. It was the parcel cover of the concert tickets that I had given to Prerna. I had ordered the parcel to be delivered at Anjali's house.
"Oh," I sighed in relief, sitting back straighter.
"You are something else, Rynah," Aaryan smirked, chuckling. I just rolled my eyes making him chortle some more.
The ride went surprisingly better than I had expected. Okay, much much better actually, not that he needed to know. I felt surprisingly relaxed and comfortable around Aaryan. He was not at all like the person I expected him to be. His friendly aura made me open up to him. We talked and laughed and argued like siblings. He wasn't all that gentlemanly either. He teasingly insulted me just like how Luv or Kush used to do back in high school. And I didn't leave a chance to insult him back. And just like that, we had connected.
"So, Aaryan. What do you do exactly?" I turned to look at him as I questioned. He didn't look away from the road, that was good I suppose but I saw him raise his perfectly shaped eyebrow. I wasn't intending to end up in a hospital just because this moron couldn't keep his eyes on the road. But then again he wasn't that big of a moron either.
"You hurt me, Craziness," he used the new nickname he gave me. He was comparing me to Harley Quinn and hadn't been very covert about it, actually, he told it right on my face that I wasHarley Quinncrazy. Not that I minded. In fact, I was very much used to being called crazy by almost everyone. He continued, "you wound my big manly ego, you know? I thought you would have already Googled everything about me by now."
Oh! That smirk of his, I was so tempted to dope smack him so badly. But then again, I wasn't eager to end up in a hospital as I had asserted earlier.
"And I thought by now you would have figured me out, Aar-Aar," I smiled on seeing him flinch at the nickname I had given him. It reminded him of 'agar-agar' which he hated the sound of, making it an act of perfect revenge for me, "just as crazy as I am, that so lazy I tend to be."
"Some lazy craziness she is," he grumbled under his breath, making me laugh.
"We are here," he suddenly announced, taking a left to drive through an open gate. Had we arrived already? I looked out of the window as we drove down the slope and entered the basement which was brightly lit.
The whole place was a giant parking area with various types of cars, hummers, bikes, and many more vehicles, standing magnificently. The light bounced off their metallic bodies, giving them a 'monster-of-the-road' look along with elegance.
There was a door that was closed at the further end of the garage. He parked the car and got down. I followed or moreover tried to follow his lead but my ankle was killing me.
He was before me by the time I managed to close the car door and offered his hand for my help that I accepted gladly.
"All these vehicles are… just amazing," I looked around in awe.
"Most of those are mine." He was proud of them, I could tell. He carefully led me into the open glass elevator before pressing 3 on the panel. The other side of the elevator had a mirror letting me see what a mess I had been. It wasn't one of my finest times. I looked tired and was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, my make up evaporated, half of my lipstick eaten. My dark hair was out of its place, my clothes creased. My smokey eyes smudged into complete black. I looked like a bad version of hopping black bunny.
"You sure that your brothers won't have a heart attack by looking at me?" I asked when we got out of the lift and a maid looking better than me walked past. We slowly walked through the expensive hallway decorated with contemporary paintings and artifacts.
"I doubt anything would ever scare them so easily," he reassured me, "even if you somehow manage to do that, it would be a sight to see."
I just slapped his upper arm playfully, making him laugh. The hallway opened to a huge living room with a high ceiling and a mezzanine with glass railings. The huge screen reminded me of theaters with a sound system surrounding it. At the other end, I could see the staircase with glass railings leading upstairs.
From the white sofas, two people regarded me with a cool gaze. Both of them are jaw-drop stunning and ripped. I immediately recognized one of them to be Daksh, who closed the magazine and watched me intensely. He was in a white shirt with the collar button undone paired with dress pants. A gray striped tie was resting on a briefcase beside him. He must have just returned home.
The other guy had his hands folded across his chest. His dark eyes analyzed the scene before him. His dark hair stood around an inch or two above before falling behind, giving him a windswept look. His perfectly styled dark beard could make any girl swoon at his sight. Unlike Daksh, this guy was in casual sky blue jeans and teal Henley. His ears pierced with small studs.
"Daksh," Aaryan nodded at Daksh before turning to the other guy, "Neel."
Okay, this brother was Neel.
"Meet Rynah," Aaryan showed his hands towards me dramatically, "and Rynah, these two are my elder twin brothers."
What? They didn't look like twins from any angle!
7. SAAT
Istared at the twins, giving them both an equal amount of my of observation. But nothing about them said that they were twins. The corundum must have been depicting on my features so clearly that Daksh replied to my unasked question, "Fraternal twins."
"Huh?"
"We are fraternal twins," he repeated at my mindless sounds that came out automatically. Daksh's voice was oddly velvety yet a bit husky towards the end. Like the dark silky molten chocolate with a pinch of salt to it. I had heard about twins of the same gender who don't look alike but had never seen them, until now. So it kind of slipped my mind about their existence. Hey, what can I say? Would telling that I was a technical person save me from looking like a complete idiot? To my defence, whenever the word twins came to my mind, I always visualized two cute same looking girls, not two different handsome guys.
