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"Thank you, you may leave," I said simultaneously pressing the button and calling Viaan. The maid left the room as she had been instructed leaving me to hear the dial tone on the other end.
He didn't pick it up until the fifth ring, "Hello?"
Involuntarily, I sucked in a breath as his deep voice tingled through my ear.
"Viaan?" Even though I knew it was him, even though I had heard his voice a million times before and could recognize it from anywhere in the world, my mind shut down and let its dumb side take over asking that stupid question.
"That would be me, and you are?" His words made my heart ache. Did he not recognize my voice? Hadn't he saved my number on his phone? All of a sudden my already bad mood turned into worse. That idiotic jerk! Arrogant ass! He was still thinking about Nishika, wasn't he? He didn't realize that it was me?
"Rynah, you there? You okay?" Viaan's worried voice asked when I had failed to answer his previous question.
"Y-yeah..." My voice wobbled due to tears that had formed in my eyes. What was happening to me? Why did this hurt so much, even though I had been through worse before?
Quickly determining not to project my vulnerability, I wiped my tears and took in a deep breath to steady my voice only to end up sniffling a bit.
"Rynah, are you... Are you crying?" Viaan's voice sounded a fusion between confusion and anxiety.
"No... Just something went into my nose," I lied as I continued, "You had called?"
There was silence on the other side of the line as I waited for his answer.
"Viaan?" I called out before checking if I was still connected when it went silent for some time.
Weird, the call was still connected but Viaan wasn't answering.
"Hello, Viaan?" I tried again only to hear the exhalation of breath on the other side.
"Pack your things, we will be leaving for Darjeeling tomorrow at dawn. The party will be the day after tomorrow at the same place."
I didn't reply, just continued to hear his voice.
"I've told two of the maids to help you with packing. That was all I needed to convey. I will be ending the call now."
"And you?" I blabbered it out, even before I could realize.
"Me what?" He asked after a pause.
"I-I meant, your clothes? Should I pack them up for you?"
I heard another sigh or perhaps even a huff from him, making my heart pound faster.
"I have everything I need over there, Rynah. I just wanted to make sure that you didn't miss anything important back home. I need to go now, I'm running late on my schedule."
Whatever hope was bubbling on my face had already been replaced with disappointment. Nevertheless, I replied, "Yeah sure. Bye."
The line died leaving me in silence again...
I sat on the gym floor for some more time, mulling over the thoughts in my head, before finally getting over my sulking and heading back up to my room to pack my stuff. Just as Viaan had informed me, two maids were waiting by the door to help me with the packing.
An hour and a half later, I slumped back on the sofa eyeing the big trolley bag that rested before me. I had packed for both, normal and cold weather. Since Darjeeling was a hill station, it was obvious that the place would be the dead opposite of Hyderabad.
I didn't have to worry about the space for the dress for the event night since my measurements were taken and the dress would be delivered directly at the location. I huff in despondency and loneliness. Everyone was busy in the house, everyone except for me. Aaryan was out for a band meeting, Neel was wrapping up the final protocols of his cases, Daksh was sorting out his responsibilities to other doctors, Asha was still not back home and Viaan and Vikrant were busy with company. And here I was useless, jobless, careless and...
"Witless," I looked up at the door when a masculine voice added the word to the pool of my self critical dictionary.
Aaryan stood beside a black and white, piano keys styled trolley bag.
"When did you get here?" I questioned looking up.
