As Chaaya walked out of the Palace, she could feel Vikram's eyes scrutinizing her from top to bottom. He stood next to the red vintage Rolls Royce waiting for her. She hoped that her straight printed wrap-around skirt and black crop top would suffice to go out with the royal family.
The roof of the car was pulled down. Vikram opened the door for her with a flourish. Chaaya smiled and got in. As soon as she got in, Vikram's friend who was sitting in the front, turned back to greet her. He was wearing shades so she could not see his eyes. She always believed that eyes were the window to the soul.
“Hi, Rubin...” he introduced himself.
“Hi...I am…”
“I know, Chaaya Sharma…” he said and grinned at her.
Chaaya smiled and Vikram started the car.
“Vicky, how many cars did the palace have init
