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"I don't know why you keep implying that. Tell me one good reason to believe you. What I think is that you just don't want to admit defeat. So if you are really right, prove it to me," I challenged him tauntingly. It was late when I realized how close our faces had been. Our breaths mingled, my heartbeat accelerated. My eyes stared into his narrowed ones, which had just accepted a challenge.
He pulled his collar from my grip as he stood up straight, towering over me. He did intimidate me and it seemed like he knew what effect he had over me. Straightening his shirt, he took a step in my direction making me mirror it but only backwards just to maintain the same distance between us. My breathing already hitched.
"You have been nothing but an immature girl right from the start. Right from the first encounter," he moved in making me take a step back, my body started going weak and my heart thundering in my chest, "You looked like you ran away from an asylum only to break into a fashion designer's house," he closed three steps making me step back at the same rate. My heart went crazy inside me, "You demand attention like a five-year-old, you nag like a teenager, you have no control over your mouth or your temper. And your thoughts are like that of a crazy troubled teen. You have zilch for patience or tolerance department." he took another step but this time my back hit a bookshelf hard. Two huge books were knocked out and were about to fall over my head but he caught it.
He stared pointedly into my eyes as if making me note. He completed by saying, "You act first and then think. And you are so clumsy that you can accidentally burn down a whole country, alone."
Our faces were only inches apart, the mingling of our breaths made my breathing ragged. I couldn't help but stare into his eyes which were burning with fire. It didn't help at all. I felt my body heat up at the proximity, increasing my heartbeat even further, miraculously. I wanted to reach out and touch his face. Trace his lips with my fingertips. Feel the texture of his hair on my skin.
But that would just be very awkward...
He withdrew to place the books back on the shelf before walking out of the room. I was flushing red because of the book incident that had just occurred. I couldn't object to him because I was too focused on calming my nerves down.
And... As embarrassing it was to accept, many of the points he made were on the point. But that didn't mean that I was immature, right? Right?
Gosh! It was always so difficult to win against him! He always had an upper hand, always knew what to say, always knew how to turn the tables around.
Urghh! I hate him! I so hate him!
"Now, if you've had enough of sulking, get ready. It's our reception tonight," I turned to look at Viaan paused at the door. His face looked satisfied with the outcome of our little argument. Even the traces of his signature smirk happened to be evident on his features.
"My DearWife," he added with a taunt as he walked out of the room leaving me to sulk more. I was going to kick his ass one day. One day, I promise.
23. TAEES
"It'sthe biggest wedding of the month! And we are bringing you every single detail of the event, live on our channel," the anchor chirped excitedly as she looked at her co-anchor. The headlines 'wedding of the month' popped up, enlarged and disappeared on the screen as the other anchor started talking, "our reporter, Vijay Prasad is at the venue who shall be sharing with us the details. Vijay, what's going on over there?"
All the national daily channels and regional news on the TV were covering the same story. My reception.
I smiled nervously at my makeup artist who smiled back before she worked on my lips. The hairstylist was busy with my hair. My eyes found the TV from the mirror, again.
The live telecast of a smart looking reporter dressed in a tuxedo and holding a mike appeared, who started talking, "yes Naveen, as you can see that the guests have started to arrive at Sanctuaire by ARIAV, one of the five-star hotels owned by the Raivardhans. Many of the celebrities from the film industry can be expected because of their connections with the Raivardhans. The richest families and enigmas of the business world can be seen making a grand entrance. The guest list doesn't end there, the celebrity lawyers and busiest surgeons can be spotted out of their uniforms here, today. Some of the dignitaries from all over the world shall be making their appearance at the event, including the businessmen and women and even other international celebrities. Given that, they are in and around Asia at the moment. When almost everyone is basically here, how could we forget the famous politicians and other higher authority officials? The chief minister is said to be on his way to attend the occasion."
My nerves started to tingle. Just two months ago I was a normal girl from a middle-class family. A nobody. Spotting a side actor was a big deal for me. And today? Today, my reception was being attended by the VVIPs from all around the world after readjusting their busy schedules to squeeze this event in there! That was the first time I realized the power of the Raivardhans, the extent of their connections and their social circles. And I was married to one...
Was this a dream? Me, being Rynah Raivardhan was just an unattainable dream, right? And all of this? The Raivardhan mansion, Aaryan, Vikrant, Neel, Daksh, Asha and... Viaan? It must be a dream. And when I wake up, I would be pushed into the arms of Mr. Surya Kanth Nath.
Only that made sense... Nothing else...
Anyway, this beautiful dream made me feel things that I had never imagined I was capable of feeling. I was already a nervous wreck thinking about meeting all of the dignitaries. It was just a matter of time before I had to go upstairs, to the banquet hall. We arrived at the hotel around noon. The guys went their way after dropping me in a suite where I was supposed to get ready. Even Asha had her separate room to get dresses.
The suite was big and beautiful, just like the rooms back home. The crystal chandelier, the ivory furniture, the pastel pink walls, and the glass balcony were absolutely breathtaking.
The door opened revealing my stunning mother-in-law, cladded in a golden saree that made her skin glow. I ended up staring at her in awe.
She walked in, her eyes moved from my head to the hem of my gown. Her lips curled into a sensual smile when her eyes met mine, "you were made to be a Raivardhan."
My eyes widened a bit at her comment as a blush crept on my cheeks. I smiled at her motherly tenderness that she always bestowed upon me. Her heart was as beautiful as her outer appearance.
"Thank you," I mumbled shyly before adding, "you look gorgeous as ever."
She smiled affectionately as she cupped the side of my face with her hand, in gratitude.
"Some of the closest friends of the Raivardhans have just arrived. We can see the Raichands getting out of their limo," the reporter's voice reached my ears making me turn to look at the video of Nishika along with an older man getting out of the car before the screen was switched back to the anchors.
"Gosh, she does know how to stun people with her style. That elegance with which she moves is out of this world!" The male anchor, Naveen whistled. A picture of Nishika in a black, long-sleeved, gold-laced mermaid gown, appeared in the background.
"If we didn't know any better, we would have concluded that she was the new female Raivardhan, with that class and appeal. If I'm not mistaken, wasn't Viaan Raivardhan and Nishika Raichand rumored to briefly be together?" The female anchor voiced looking at Naveen.
