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I stared at Vikrant who stared back at me with a stoic face. I must have looked funny because this fusion of new emotions were all so new to me and currently all over me, visibly...
I was anxious, afraid and jealous all at once and I knew that it showed like an open book on my face. Was he processing all my questions? Or was he thinking about how, what or which to answer?
"He's here because I sent him ahead to make sure everything goes as planned and to freshen up while making sure you were awake. Since you didn't even bother to pick up the calls," the familiar deep voice of my husband's floated from behind Vikrant.
"You're home," I breathed out in relief while looking at an exhausted Viaan walk into the room and sit on the bed. He was still in the suit that was crinkled and had a few coffee stains. His hair was less than perfect and dark bags appeared underneath his eyes. Yet, he looked as hot as he ever did.
From the corner of my eyes, I watched Vikrant walked out leaving us alone. I, on the other hand, moved towards Viaan who was removing his jacket before loosening his tie.
"You didn't come home last night, right? Where did you sleep?" I picked up the empty glass from the coffee table and filled it with water before offering it to him.
"No, I didn't," was all he answered as he accepted the water and gulped it down in one go.
"Where did you sleep?" I felt my nerves wreck inside of me. He could tell me anything but I hoped that he wouldn't say he slept at Nishika's or even with her...
"I didn't sleep last night. Had to cover so many things in so little time. We were behind schedule, so none of us slept." He got up and headed towards the walk-in closet, relieving me of the fear I was having.
I let out the breath that I didn't even know I was holding while I also felt bad that they had been working so hard.Hehad been working so hard...
By the end of an hour, our luggage was lugged away to be put into the storage compartment of whatever mode of transport we were going to take.
"Yeah Maa, we will be leaving in a while. You sure you guys won't be able to join us?" I asked my mother over a call while brushing my hair with my hands. Viaan had yet to come out of the washroom while I waited for him already dressed in a simple white shirt, denim shorts and a red cap.
Viaan had asked to wear something comfortable and I couldn't get more comfortable than this. It had been my favorite outfit for some time now as I wore it regularly. And by some time I meant before marriage. So Viaan had yet to see my outfit and I had yet to... gauge his reaction.
"Unfortunately, your father is against the idea. He says that we being the girl's parents and shouldn't be intruding into your family matters that often. And I think he's right in this matter," my mom's voice sounded thoughtful, earning a groan from me, "But mom..."
"Now don't whine like a child. You are grown up and even married now. You have already caused my son-in-law enough trouble, we wouldn't want to add to the pile," my mother's words left me gaping before I recovered and narrowed my eyes at no one in particular.
"He complained about me to you guys, didn't he?" Oh, I swear that jerk was just too much.
"Surprisingly, no," her words sounded genuine as she continued, "As a matter of fact, he laughed it out and reassured us that you were a darling there making your father relax. But it was hard for me to digest it. I know my daughter better than anyone."
She chuckled leaving me shocked at her words. Had Viaan truly said that to my parents? Involuntarily, my eyes swept towards the walk-in closet from where Viaan was yet to step out.
"Don't forget to take the sweaters, it will be freezing out there. I've heard that Darjeeling is a pretty cool place. And don't forget to call me as soon as you reach there!"
"I will, I will, mom."
"I almost forgot to tell you! Ritika got accepted into Oxford University! Just this morning the acceptance letter came in. We are so happy at the moment."
The level of my surprise and happiness shot up, "Oh my god! Really? That's amazing news! She had been trying for that for quite some time now! Which course has she chosen? And what is the fee structure? How are we planning to afford her tuition fee and her stay there?" And the worry had started overtaking my mind. Studying abroad could be expensive and considering the financial status of my parents and their self-esteem which didn't allow them to accept money from anyone easily.
"That was our worry initially but then the news of anonymous alumni of the university choosing to be our Ritika's benefactor came through. With the terms of working with the alumni's company later to repay it, of course. It's like she received a full scholarship for her course!"
That was really a splendid news.
"May God bless that son with all the happiness and more success," my mom prayed to make me subconsciously repeat it after her, "Yes, may all his problems go away."
Right then, the door of the walk-in closet opened revealing Viaan in a white round neck full-sleeve t-shirt over ripped jeans. He carried a classic brown leather jacket that he dropped over the bed as he rubbed the towel over his wet hair. My eyes stuck on him where his clothes fit snug to his body perfectly, giving a decent idea about how ripped he was under it whenever he flexed his muscles. My heart skipped multiple times as butterflies tickled in my stomach.
My mother's voice from the other side of the phone sounded far while my eyes hungrily took in his appearance. Other than the sweats and tank tops, and of course thesherwanifrom our wedding, this was the second time I had seen Viaan in something other than suits. The first time being the horse riding day when he was in his denim jacket and tank top under it paired with chinos.
Right now he looked like he had just jumped out of Vogue's cover. Very handsome, very hot. Like a lead singer of a famous band. He looked very much opposite to what he looked in the suits. But never bad or ugly. Just... Quite anUn-Viaantype.
"Hello, Rynah? You there?" My mother kept questioning on the other side but my mouth felt so dry.
"I don't like the outfit you are wearing," Viaan mused, placing his towel down and shrugging his jacket on, "Very revealing for the eyes of the outer world. And you might want to close your mouth and answer that call before the person on the other side of the line thinks something might have happened to you."
