“The final wisdom of life requires not the annulment of incongruity but the achievement of serenity within and above it.” – Reinhold Niebuhr
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
Ranveer tucked his phone back into his pocket and headed to the dining room. Long chandeliers dangled from the ceiling. Red walls and heavy drapery added a Victorian feel to the giant space.
People from all over the world reclined in comfortable booths or lined the fancy buffet. Forks clattered over china. Beneath the clank of metal, quiet jazz played.
Taking Shivanie’s fingers in his, he tugged gently. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“To the VIP section…”
Her mouth dropped open. She’d forgotten that Ranveer was a billionaire. She was reminded now as they sat in a private, lavish section of the restaurant being waited on hand
