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Aaryan zoomed the picture till the image focused on a thin, shiny metal string trapped between the gap of the manholes' outer rim and the concrete floor. I couldn't help but frown at the image before me. And then things started clicking into place. There was a manhole in the restricted area of this building? And something was stuck in the space between the gap?
"What is that?" I couldn't help but ask, slightly worried.
"That is what he is there to find out," Aaryan murmured before putting the phone back to sleep and looking at me with a brilliant smile, "but you don't have to worry about anything. You go ahead and remember your wedding night. And we will take care of everything else."
He patted my upper arms before moving towards the door. He paused by the door and added, "the party has started, I'll send someone to get you. Mentally prepare yourself to be officially be introduced as one of us. As a Raivardhan."
With another playful wink, he walked out of the room leaving me to gather my thoughts.
And just like that my nerves were back! Voila!
Geez, thanks so much Aaryan, for nothing...
True to Aaryan's words, a member of the hotel staff did come to get me. She explained me that she was going to guide me to Viaan's room from where we both were supposed to proceed towards the banquet hall, together.
We walked down the corridor, passing several doors before standing before stopping at one. She opened the door for me, letting me in. It was another suite with a white theme, the lights burnt bright like a studio. The white umbrellas with bright light blazing behind them, stood everywhere.
Cameramen were chatting with each other and their assistants were bustling around the room. My eyes landed on the one creature that looked out of this world. The black tuxedo made it look like he was made for it. Or more like it was made for him. After witnessing all the events, maybe it was.
His hair waxed back giving him a sophisticated look. It should be illegal to look like that!
Even his bow tie was perfect. He turned to look at me, his eyes taking me in as if I belonged to him. Okay, if you counted the fact that I was his wife, then he was right to an extent. But since I wasn't an object, he was partially wrong.
"Mrs. Raivardhan, please get in. We are going to take a few shots of you and Mr. Raivardhan," one of the cameramen gestured me to move towards the white backdrop.
They asked me to pose in different angles, which I did. And all along, I felt like I had been stared at. Alright, alright! I acknowledge the fact that every pair of eyes were focused on me, but one particular pair seemed to burn into my skin.
I turned to face the culprit only to be stared down in the eye. Viaan neither turned nor shied his gaze away from mine. As a matter of fact, he shamelessly raked my form, not even hiding his smirk plastered on his lips.
The cameramen asked Viaan to join the photo shoot. Apparently, they had already taken his single pictures, they were only waiting for me to complete the shoot.
Placing one arm around my waist, he pulled me flush against him. My eyes to widened, shocks tingled down my spine. I slightly trembled in his arms. His spicy cologne turned me on. He only regarded that with a raised eyebrow, as if asking, 'what?'
How badly I wanted to kick his shin and tell him that he wasn’t anything special in that tuxedo. But that would be lying one big time. And the jerk wasn't even hideous to start with!
"Place your hand over his chest," the cameraman directed making my heart thump even more louder. Hesitantly, I placed my palm over his chest as I had been instructed. His heartbeat was normal, unlike mine, making me envy it.
I looked into his eyes while he was looking at the cameras. His eyes reflected various colors mesmerizing me. Suddenly, he turned to look into mine. I froze for a second before casting my eyes away, my cheeks tinted with the blush under my makeup.
Stupid! Stupid Rynah!Did you have to do that? Look at him and boost his already inflated ego?
It wasn't like I was in love with him. And with that attitude of his, I guess would never be!
We took several different photos in different angles. I didn't dare to look in his eyes after that, afraid that he would catch me staring again. But it didn't stop me from stealing glances at him. There was a picture in which we were standing face to face, where he was staring at me and I was looking at his bow like it was more interesting than the man himself.
"Thank you," the cameramen said simultaneously before getting out of the room.
"Let's go, we are running late," Viaan's voice came out authoritatively, laced with the touch of silk. His hand went around my small of my back as if it was a usual thing for him.
I bit my tongue from saying something snarky as we walked out of the room. We didn't even have to wait for the elevator, the private elevator was kept open by the guards in suits. Gently pushing me into the elevator, Viaan stood beside me, still not removing his arm from around my back.
I secretly inhaled his rich spicy cologne, allowing myself to admire it. The elevator pinged, opening to the view that I could only imagine in my dreams...
The parlor was lit by the dimmed, color changing lights. Small lamp-shaped chandeliers hung from the ceiling. A table with many different perfume bottles was placed in the middle with two huge white candlesticks. Concierges stood in the neat uniforms, ushering the guests to the hall. All of them slightly bowed in greeting at our sight. Viaan nodded back once before walking towards the white corridor on our right, it led to another larger area.
The potted plants at regular intervals and white sofas added color to the exotic look. Small white stools and low benches were placed around the area just to add to the beauty.
We walked through the corridor, my eyes trained at the doors before me which opened to a humongous hall decorated jaw-dropping elements! A piece of smoothing music played in the background.
