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"Yeah, a beggar can sing a thousand times better than you," a new voice grabbed the spotlight. The owner of the voice was cladded in a classic blue colored three-piece suit with a crisp white shirt and royal blue silk tie. He looked like a Van Heusen model, lean and tall like the other three Raivardhans. His aura and attitude shouted 'Raivardhan'. The light facial hair gave a manly edge to his handsome face. The shiny, bouncy hair of his, styled in a unique style of its own.
Unlike the other brothers, his eyes were cold blue. Intimidation screamed all over him as if it was his motto. He cast an icy gaze at me, giving me chills. He was like those proud creatures who believed to be above the rest of the world and all the others were mere insects he walked on without a care.
His voice was smooth and authoritative, and deep in bass.
"Typical Vikrant," Aaryan rolled his eyes.
"And so are you," another new voice caused me to turn my head to regard the new person. There was something different about this one, his voice was powerful yet felt like the soft silk out there. The way he walked to stand beside Vikrant, was just so surreal yet it looked natural on him.
He had a light gray suit with plaids, his crisp white shirt casually resting on his body. Never had ever any boy taken my breath away like what I felt after looking at him. Not even the other Raivardhans! And he wasn't even a boy to begin with! Everything about him screamed manly! His full beard, his dark sharp eyes, his straight posture, the way he carried himself, the way his hair was nearly tugged to his left. I instantly felt my heart pound in my chest, my eyes refusing to move away from him. I didn't want to admit it, but I think I just found myself a new crush! And as soon as he came, the carefree environment dissolved into thin air, leaving behind an awkward silence.
He regarded me with a bone-chilling stare, before his eyes hardened, his voice cold as ice on an iceberg, "You don't listen do you?"
I knew that the question wasn't directed to me, but the way he said it made me shiver unintentionally. It made me feel like an intruder here.
"Brother, she was hurt," Aaryan explained, making his uptightbrother'sdark eyes give me a head to toe check as if he was analyzing Aaryan's statement. It made me feel self-conscious about my appearance. Out of all the days, did I have to look like a Chinese crested today?
I just wanted to disappear, let the ground swallow me or the lightning strike me.
"I think I should get going," I stood up abruptly underhisscrutinizing gaze. The sharp pain shot out causing me to wince unintentionally. I tried to keep my calm as much as possible, not wanting to humiliate myself any more than what I had.
"No, your leg!"
"Careful!"
"Take it easy, craziness."
Voices of three men echoed through the room, simultaneously. Daksh, Neel, and Aaryan had worry edged on their faces. Flushing red like a tomato, I looked up to find Vikrant with a raised eyebrow and a sarcastic smirk. But the other brother, whose name was still a mystery to me, remained unimpressed.
Right on time, the butler walked in with the first aid kit.
"Fix her up and drop her home. It must be getting late for Ms.Craziness," the bossy brother who so happened to be my latest crush ordered in an impassive tone before turning on his heels and marching away. He didn't even give a second glance. And why would he even do that? To look at an axolotl? He was like a runway model, not that he needed to know to pump up his already inflated ego, and I was… well I didn't want to feel worse than I already did.
"Sorry about Viaan, he can be... stern at times," Aaryan spoke apologetically but still didn't speak ill of his brother. So, Mr. Uptight's name was Viaan, suits him though.
Daksh insisted me to sit down so that he could bandage my foot. I followed like a good little patient I was.
After spraying the pain reliever and bandaging my foot, Daksh got one of the maids to bring beige memory foam slippers.
"That must do the trick, just don't exert a lot of pressure on your ankle. Massage them twice a day and a hot water bath before going to bed. You will be fine that way," Daksh let me wear the slippers.
"Thank you so much, all of you. I will return these as soon as possible," I smiled making another set of amused expressions to shadow their faces.
"Did you think those were the only set that all of us here use in a queue after fighting tooth and nail for it all the time?" Aaryan raised his eyebrows mockingly, "then yes, craziness! We Raivardhans are so poor that we don't own at least a dozen of them with different colors and textures in our not so personal wardrobes. You better even give it back right now, it's my turn to use those horrible beige colored slippers anyway!"
He then turned to Daksh saying, "I knew you had an awful taste in fashion bro." Daksh just rolled his eyes but still was quite amused.
"Here goes the narcissist brag again," I spoke in a mumble.
"I heard that!" He exclaimed making my retort shut him up for a brief second, "It was meant to be!"
Neel busted out laughing, Daksh shook his head with a smile while Vikrant had an amused smirk and eyebrows raised.
Well, as for Aaryan, he just gave me a deadpan look, "and I thought I was bad."
It was my turn to burst out laughing. Looks like Luv and Kush were rubbing off on me.
"It just isn't your day, Aaryan, it just isn't your day," Neel patted Aaryan's shoulder before sauntering deeper into the house.
