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“Everything is spiralling out of my control these days. I’m a mess!” I reply, raking my fingers in my hair in frustration.
Krish places a comforting hand on my arm, offering his support. “That’s why I’m here, Ayaan. We’ll tackle this mess together. I won’t leave until I help you fix everything. That’s what best friends are for.”
That means a lot to me. I give him a hug, which he returns with a pat on my back.
As we part, he asks me, “Did you speak to Meher?”
“Yea, but we didn’t get a chance to talk about everything. She still has a lot to answer for, which is why I am going to meet her again today.”
“Today?” Krish looks surprised. “Ayaan, Pratap Walia will go to any lengths to prevent her from leaving the house. He will never let Meher off his sight. He wants to showcase his family’s support in front of the media while defending himself.”
“That’s exactly why I want Meher out of that place when it happens. She cannot be a part of that mess!”
“She wants to be a part of that mess.” Krish reminds me.
I don’t reply to that because I know that too. Meher has clearly told me she is going to support Pratap Walia. She will not listen to me if I ask her to skip that press conference today. That’s why I have to resort to other ways.
“Send a car to the Walia House’s back entrance gate to pick Meher up. I’ll text you the address where she needs to be dropped off. Once she is on her way, I’ll update you on what to do further.”
Krish thinks for a few seconds before moving out of my way.
“Alright. If you think you can pull this off, I’m not going to stop you. But just be safe and away from the media.”
“Got it.” I open the car door and get inside, racing out of the mansion, dodging the reporters who are waiting at the gates for some juicy updates.
After driving for some time, I call the number on the phone I had thrust in Meher’s hand yesterday. I recall warning her to answer my call at all costs, and just as expected, she answers it on the first ring itself.
“This is not the right time to talk,” she says in a hushed voice.
“A King doesn’t need to check his watch to call upon his Queen,” I mock.
“Queen?” she scolds. “It didn’t feel like you were treating me like your queen when you almost throttled me yesterday, Ayaan Shergill.”
“Says the Queen who didn’t think twice before stabbing the King’s heart with her deceit.”
There is complete silence for a few seconds, and all I hear are her deep breaths. I use that time to text an address to her number.
“I have texted you an address. A car will be waiting for you at the back gate. Get into it and come wherever it takes you. I’m waiting.”
“Who told you I’ll do your bidding anymore, Ayaan?”
“My intuition.”
“F*ck your intuition because that’s not happening.”
“You and I both know whom I’ve f*cked, Meher, and that definitely wasn’t my intuition.”
Again silence envelops us, indicating that my words have succeeded in silencing her usually talkative mouth. So, I come again to the point.
“You can’t come, or you don’t want to come? Sadly, I don’t care anymore. Just do as I say, or there will be hell to pay.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“You’ve left me with no choice, Meher…Walia.” The last word leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. “If you don’t do as I say, I’m giving the evidence against your father to the media.”
“Evidence? Wh… What evidence?” she stutters.
“Why don’t you come here and see it for yourself?”
