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"And heedless too!" Aaryan exclaimed like he just discovered gravity instead of Isaac Newton. He needn't confirm it, I knew that he heard me speaking to myself, which I thought as merely thoughts going inside my head.
"Are you going somewhere?" I asked, trying to change the topic.
"Yes, I'm leaving for Darjeeling now," he looked at his suitcase.
"Now? You aren't coming with us tomorrow?"
"No, I'm going via road with the performers for the event. I also have another job to take care of," Aaryan shrugged.
"Job? What job?" I asked bewildered.
"Nothing important. It's just general stuff and checking things if everything is going alright as planned," Aaryan came towards me before giving me a half hug, "I'll see you at the party, Craziness. Don't let any of the girls get closer to my brother, till I join you guys."
"We will miss you," I returned his half-hug, making him chuckle.
"I'm going only for a day and a half-day, Craziness. But it's okay, I know I'm irresistible to be away from. I can understand your inner desires," there he went all cocky again making me roll my eyes and push him away.
"Yeah, right."
He just laughed as he dramatically fell back towards his trolley.
"Hasta la vista, babe! See you after tomorrow," Aaryan did a two-finger salute before walking out of the room.
Tomorrow, we will be leaving for a place I had never seen before. Except for Delhi and Hyderabad, I hadn't been to any other place. My father had been way too busy with his job and the tightly knit savings of my family didn't give us a privilege of frequent touring opportunities. The relatives in Delhi and our own house in Hyderabad had been our resort for whatever trips we had. And going to a beautiful place like Darjeeling left me bubbling with excitement.
Well, it had been for a few days now but today my mood was ruined by Viaan's absence, all the excitement dulled in me.
Had I only known that everything was going to change after today. For good.
35. PAINTEES
‘Rynah...?'
I heard a distant voice calling for me.
You need to wake up, Rynah...
It felt as if it was asking me to sleep tighter, only with contrasting words. I was half-aware of the things happening around me, like how the sunlight threatened to chase my lovely sleep away and how lazy I was to wake up and draw the curtains in while hoping for some more bonus time for sweet dreams.
"Five more minutes," the vocal cords of my throat pulled together reflexively replying to whoever was trying to wake me up. My neck felt strained and there was a slight burn in my back due to the rigid position. And boy, it felt so hot in here. Upon its own accord, I felt my body turn around, trying to find a more comfortable position.
You are going to fall if you move any further...
The same distant voice warned but it took some time for my malfunctioning brain to function. And it started to work all fine when I felt something hard and cold drop on my back. Or rather I fell on it. And instantly I was wide awake groaning out in pain.
"I did warn you about that," I looked at an amused looking Vikrant by the bedroom door with his hands folded across his chest as he leaned against it. His lips curled up into a one-sided smirk pissing me off early in the morning.
It took me a few seconds to register that I had fallen asleep on the sofa itself, where I had been waiting patiently for Viaan to come home. Well, I must admit that it was awfully uncomfortable. I felt my neck and backache a lot. And now even my ass after falling, not so elegantly.
"Why didn't you prevent me from falling?" I asked while getting up and rubbing my aching derriere.
"Now, why do you think I would do that rather than enjoy the free entertainment?" Vikrant's half-smirk stretched into a full-blown one making me want to grab him by his ear and make him do some thousand sit-ups apologizing to me. But I knew it then and I knew it now, it would be a miracle for that to happen. Then again, couldn't a girl even dream about it?
Letting go of the matter, I sighed before asking, "Where is Viaan?"
"He's on his way home. He asked me to inform you to be ready," Vikrant was about to leave after saying those words but my frown and my questions that followed suit stopped him involuntarily. Note the letter 's' on the word 'questions'. To Vikrant's great displeasure, the word was plural.
"Wait, wait, wait... He's on his way back home? Did he come home the previous night? Or did he spend the entire night outside? What was he doing there? Why was he not here? Was there someone else along with him? Like another woman? He said he would be home late, but this late? Why is he still out when you are here?"
