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"Guess, those were rumors after all. After what Mr. Raivardhan stated about his bride, I am really curious to seetheMrs. Raivardhan. I seriously don't know what to expect," Naveen shook his head amused.
"That we will. But now is a time for a small break. Stay tuned, we will be right back with more juicy tit-bits," with that said, the screen changed to a commercial advertisement.
"Don't let it get to you," Asha's voice made me look at her. She pushed some curls of my hair behind my shoulder as she continued, "people always talk, no matter what. But it's up to you to let them get to you. Just know to trust yourself when you stand on the right side. No matter the strength of your opponent."
Her words inspired and strengthened me and made me wonder how someone so sweet like her was the mother of someone as stuck-up as Viaan...
"Mrs. Raivardhan," a lady holding a folder called out making us both turn to look at her.
She had glasses on, her hair neatly oiled and tucked into a braid. She was in a long-sleeved, conservative, black gown. She looked like she didn't pay much attention to her outlooks but her features were polished and sophisticated. If she tried to dress up a bit better, she could easily turn a lot of heads when she walked by.
"I'm Natasha Shenoy, I was supposed to meet Mr. Viaan. Since he is not available as of now, I was asked to talk to you," she added dragging me out of my thoughts. Asha nodded as she headed towards Natasha. Natasha turned to smile at me, "Congratulations to you on your wedding, Mrs. Viaan."
"Thank you," I smiled back politely before both Asha and Natasha disappeared behind the door.
They hadn't gone out for ten seconds and the girls in the room started giggling. I looked over my shoulder to find the source of their giggles was none other than Aaryan who had just got into the room and had already started flirting. He was dressed to kill. His black classic two-piece tuxedo with a bow tie, fit him perfectly. His hair tamed back a little. My eyes didn't miss the huge knife he was holding, widening at its sight.
"Aaryan, what the hell? What are you doing with a knife with you?" I blurted out blinking like a blinking doll. The only scenario that was going on in my head was the sharp blade sticking out of my stomach. I shivered at the thought, but Aaryan wasn't here to do stab me, right? Killing the bride on her reception? That would be a controversy for the Raivardhans. And Asha might kill him after that, right?
One of the girls was taking his pic with the knife as he replied to me, "you don't have to worry about this, Craziness, it's for my brother. By the way, you're looking good."
"What?" Now the image in my head changed from me to Viaan with the same knife sticking out of his torso. The girls left the room still giggling, leaving me alone with an insane Aaryan. It was just, he was blood-crazed now. It surprised me how the girls didn't take him seriously. Maybe, I was only one overthinking?
"Which brother?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him.
"Neel," he replied heading towards a small panel in the wall as he pushed it open to reveal a box behind it. He placed the knife inside before pushing the button beside it. The box descended down before completely disappearing behind the wall.
Okay genius, it was just a dumbwaiter.
"What is going on, Aaryan?" I asked standing beside him to see him texting Neel.
To: Neel
Send a pic
- Aaryan
"Nothing that you should be worried about," Aaryan smiled as the message pinged dragging our attention back to the mobile. Neel had already reply. As soon as Aaryan opened it, a selfie of Neel popped up making him Aaryan curse out loud, "who the hell made him a lawyer?"
Neel looked fine, well more than fine in a cream suit and a black shirt. Debonair, in fact. His hair styled with that signature style of his. So, what was this bratty rock star annoyed about?
Aaryan swiftly dialed a number and Neel's name flashed on the screen before he placed the iPhone over his ear.
"Hello," Aaryan raise his eyebrow at no one in particular, "did you cheat to pass in the finals? Or did you send someone else to write your exams."
The cockiness of the rock star resonated in his voice. His usual sarcasm was had heavy taunts for his brother. Typical Aaryan. He, enjoying the moment switched the call to the loudspeaker, allowing me to hear Neel’s response.
"What the fuck? What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" Neel's irritated voice came through.
"I know that you think you look ravishing in that suit with all the laundry hanging behind you, but dude, who the hell made you a lawyer?" Aaryan winked at me playfully.
"Don't tell me you are annoying me for a stupid selfie in the laundry room?" I could imagine Neel's eyes narrowing.
"No Einstein, I ain't that jobless. I asked you for a pic of the object and you send me your own. Genius, I tell you," Aaryan had a smirk on his face.
"Then learn to ask properly! You idiot! What should I assume when you text 'send a pic'?" Neel end the call leaving Aaryan snickering and me shaking my head, amused. Another ping from Aaryan's iPhone had us peering over the device. It was photo of what I understand to be of a manhole cover with a tile moved aside to access the opening.
"What is it?" I asked unable to find anything interesting about a drainage entry.
