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I blinked once with a small smile on my lips as I sat beside him and made myself comfortable. Viaan's hand went around my shoulder making me look up at him while he looked down.
"All set for your sister?" He whispered above my ear making me nod.
"Everything is fine now. Thank you so much for your help," I whispered back. I was seriously very touched that he helped me with this matter. It would have been more difficult to do it all by myself if he hadn't stepped in.
"She's my family too. I do owe at least that much to her." And his words, I swear he was going to make me fall for him at this rate, probably I would even become a puddle over here if he continued to be so charming and sweet. All I could do was looked into his eyes and smile genuinely while he smiled back at me.
"Aw... They look so cute together," I heard one of the female Agnihotri's comments in the background snapping us both out of our private little moment.
"It was nice meeting you again and your family this time, Mr. Agnihotri. We'll take your leave now," Viaan got up and I followed suit. One last time the handshakes went around the table and I nodded at Aviraj which he reciprocated.
Soon Viaan and I were out of there. And I told him everything that Aviraj had said.
"So that’s what happened," I ended as we walked out of the bar and back into the ballroom.
"I don't understand one thing though," Viaan's voice was low as he continued, "When I held you back at home for three days, no one else knew where you were except my family and you. Not even your family."
Yeah, he did have a point.
"Then how didthisRavi know that you were at my home for those three days?" Viaan turned to look at me, making my eyebrows furrow. He was absolutely right. Why hadn't I noticed it before?
When I couldn't have told anyone where I was and Viaan had taken care of not letting anyone track me down, how did Ravi know that I was at the Raivardhan mansion the entire time? It wasn't like he was a magician. Then how? Something was fishy...
"There's definitely a rat in your house," another voice answered, making both Viaan and me turn and look at the speaker.
My eyebrows hit the hairline when I registered who it was, "Shaurya?"
There he stood like a model on Vogue cover, in a black tuxedo before he reduced the distance between us. Shaurya came to stand before Viaan as he regarded him coolly, both of them were of almost the same height, towering me.
Like a lazy feline, Shaurya turned to look at me with a lopsided smile, "When I said until next time, I didn't expect it to come this soon. Anyway, hello again, Rynah."
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Istared at him not knowing what to say, especially when I felt Viaan's sharp gaze zero on the side of my face. The brilliant smile that Shaurya flashed at me was hypnotic. He reminded me of the great Gatsby for some reason, his smile looked practiced and fake.
When none of us showed any sign of saying anything, Viaan took it upon himself to get the answers for the questions that were bugging him.
"How do you know each other?" Viaan's eyes oscillated between me and Shaurya before coming back to me as he questioned. Not to forget how his eyes had narrowed at Shaurya, accusingly.
That was bugging him, for sure...My inner voice mused.
I slightly turned towards Viaan and gently yet firmly squeezed his lower arm, pleading him not to make a mess out of things right in front of everyone as I replied with a chuckle, "Remember I told you about a guy who saved me this afternoon? This is him, Shaurya..." I trailed off looking at Shaurya and telepathically asking him to complete his name. Because I either didn't know or didn't remember to say it out loud.
I don't know if telepathy worked or he was a mind reader by the god's grace, Shaurya picked up the clue and spoke, "Shaurya, I am called Shaurya Vardhan."
Shaurya's hand stretched across the gap between us for a handshake which Viaan scrutinized before giving him a rough one. Instead of being surprised or confused, all Shaurya did was smile. Viaan spoke with straight face and a stern voice like he was just completing the formality, "Thank you for saving my wife. I owe you one."
Shaurya nodded after replying, "It's been my pleasure."
I don't know if my ears were buzzing when I thought I heard Viaan grumble something like 'of course', but then I chose to ignore it. For some reason, he wasn't behaving like himself today.
First he didn't react like I was expecting him to when he learned the truth about me throwing my purse away. Then he told me openly that he didn't like the dress I wore for the night nor did I ever think that he would listen to me for the first time in my life and send the guards away. Though it was mostly me who was begging him for it, he did listen in the end. And also he helped me learning Aviraj's truth for Anjali’s sake and now this cold shoulder he was giving to Shaurya. Not to forget that he had agreed to be my dance partner this afternoon, catching me off guard.
My my, was it only me or was Viaan being sweet towards me? If I ponder about it, he had been doing things like these for a few days now. Like teaching me horse riding, closing the door slowly to not wake me up in the morning when I slept in, asking the cook to save a bowl of corn soup for breakfast because I loved it. At first, I thought that it was Asha but then learned that it had been Viaan, who did it. And then it had become a tradition for him to wait for me to join the table before he started with a meal. Till then he would surf through his mobile or go through some or the other file from the work. And my heart skipped a beat at the way he respected my family and friends and treated them like they were his own.
These were the small things that were not very noticeable but those little things warmed my heart. Even though we got on each other's nerves, he was kind enough to marry me instead of making someone else marry me. Though he never made me feel like he wasn't treating me right, I knew that he left the love of his life for my sake and that made me feel bad. Guilty even. Especially after learning what kind of person he was.
"Rynah?" The familiar deep voice broke me out of my trance making an unintelligent sound of 'huh?' come out of my mouth.
