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I hadn't turned to face Viaan after my miserably failed attempt for a savage reply and him so nicely taunting me. Thankfully, he didn't continue to tease me any further and resumed working on his laptop.
The color of the sky was changing to a dull blue, similar to that of my faded jeans back home. My mind busy processing many things at once. What kind of relationship did I and Viaan develop? We couldn't stand each other's guts, always wanting to shove dirt at each other, I felt like strangling him every now and then yet couldn't stop myself from feeling this strange way towards him. Like he was the shade I rested under, after a long walk on the sunny path. The warmth in the snow. The anchor to my nomadic ship. Yet, I still wanted to choke him to death.
I know, not very normal, he made me abnormal.Just like him.
As if been called, the door on my side opened and Viaan stood there offering his hand to help me. I couldn't help but stare at it.
Was this ever going to change? Was it ever going to be like any other normal relationship? And most of all, did I want it to change? This attraction I felt towards him, would I ever let it overshadow the hate I harbored for him?
Does he even feel anything remotely like attraction towards me? Because he always proved that he had never been dazed by my presence.
"You know, you can figure out the math problem that can save humanity even inside the venue, right?" Viaan's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and on their own accord, my eyes widened.
What the hell!?! He was real and not some fantasy of mine?
I looked over my shoulder to confirm if Viaan was still sitting beside me, only to find he wasn't there anymore. Even the car had stopped moving.
And I had spaced out before him...
I squeezed my eyes close, quite embarrassed with what was happening with me today and turned to face him again. Giving him a forced smile while dying out of embarrassment inside, I put my hand into his and climbed out of the car as elegantly as I could manage.
And what ticked me off was that arrogantly amused smirk of his, plastered all over his face. I so badly wanted to kick his shin but had to push that urge down when the media started snapping our pictures.
Can't believe it, Mr. Viaan Raivardhan got saved by the media!
I faked a smile for the cameras because I couldn't be seen givingmy dearhusband a stink eye. Walking in, Viaan led me to the elevator where the security guards guarded it. They bowed at our sight before letting us into the elevator.
It hardly took two minutes to reach the floor we were supposed to get off. The doors slid open with a low ding and the guards stepped out first. I was about to follow but a hand caught my wrist and pulled me back. I turned to frown at Viaan who stared ahead yet didn't let go of my hand. I followed his sight only to find nothing out of place. The elevator doors shut close and this time Viaan tugged at my hand gently to grab my attention.
"Don't go wandering around anywhere all alone like the last time. Either you have one of us accompany you or inform us to arrange guards for you," Viaan ordered authoritatively still staring ahead of him but blinked once before making eye contact with me. My heart skipped a beat at his words and my throat went all dry.
Was that his way to show his concern for me? What kind of man was he, really? He loved someone else yet here he was to correct his wrong. I got on his nerves, argued with him, be rude to him by commenting crudely and challenge his every decision yet he treated my parents with respect, tolerated my outbursts, calmed me down during my morning panic attacks and worried about me. Seriously now, what kind of man were you, Viaan? You truly have sparked my curiosity.
I realized that he was still waiting for my reply so I nodded my head not trusting my voice. He just stared at me for a few more seconds before pressing another button to open the doors again and walked out of the elevator without another word.
The banquet hall was beautiful and grand with exotic decorations. The pink and blue lighting theme made the place look even more otherworldly. There were different seating arrangements in different lights for those who preferred a specific brightness.
The rostrum stood under a circular dome that had a chandelier decorated with flowers. The thread-like elements hung in a circle around the chandelier.
People started approaching and congratulating us for our wedding as we walked towards the stage. I was glad that they hadn't surrounded us like fans from all the sides. Guess, the corporate world does teaches people to behave like mature adults.
Thanking people for their wishes and compliments while accepting their gifts and bouquets which I would hand over to the helper behind me to take care of it, I scanned the area for any familiar faces. I could see Asha talking to a air of couples who looked like they had aged graciously over time. The expensive clothing and accessories screamed 'rich folks!'. They might be business partners of Raivardhans, ofours.
"Oh my god! You truly look like a Raivardhan now, Rynah! Sorry, Mrs. Raivardhan!" I faced the owner of the voice to see that it was Kavya. She was in a maroon sari with a black backless blouse. Her hair put into a side plait.
"Hey Kavya! You look beautiful!" I smiled at her.
"Not more than you," she gave me a lopsided smile earning a giggle from me. I looked over her shoulder to see Jaspreet greedily taking in Vikrant's form who was talking over his phone. Not very far away from him stood Aaryan, surrounded by a group of girls. As usual Mr. Rock star was busy entertaining his harem.
"You know, it was a pleasurable shock to see you as the female Raivardhan? Though I had my bets over you and Mr. Aaryan, it's not at all surprising to see you end up with Mr. Viaan," Kavya continued grabbing my attention once again but now she wasn't standing there alone. Shreya and Prem had joined her.
They had congratulated Viaan quickly and formally before skipping over my side for a little chit chat. Or should I say gossip?
"Yeah, you didn't tell us how it even happened?" Shreya asked curiously, slight envy visible in her eyes.
"When you send your parents with a proposal for Odin but they end up proposing Thanos instead, that's when it happens."
She just blinked at me trying to understand. It was crystal clear, she wasn't a Marvel fan, so I sighed and simplified my words to her level, "Let me reframe, it happens when you ask your parents to propose Thakur but instead they end up bringing Gabbar for their son-in-law."
