beauty, brain and a prince
1181 Words
"Do you think my presence is mandatory for today?" I asked Rashmi while fixing my skirt: Mom will go bonkers seeing a single crease on my clothes.
"For the sixth time; YES!" My secretary replied with such a spoilt mood that I myself started feeling vexed.
"Am I supposed to take something along. Like drinks or fruits?"
"Yes, you would need a sympathy smile along with you. Don't be rude to the people trying to tell sweet things to you." Why does she have to be such a savage queen?
"They don't mean it. It's just complimentary." I complained. I was already having a slight headache thinking I have to meet people with whom I may not have any work: social disadvantage.
"Why are you keeping that so tightly with you?" My hand promptly went to the memorial neck chain which had come in the set of unknown parcels sent to me, I had tied it to my left wrist: A piece of me lives in you, it reads, designed inside a half heart and broken wings: someone was so thoughtful while preparing this!
"It's fashion." I replied, although the vivid reason must be that it somehow was giving me a closure; an unknown confidence that I will stay strong, and a splurge belief of wanting to kill the man who killed my angel.
"Looks worse to me. Blyton is waiting downstairs. Have a long trip!" Rashmi said with a smile; she always wants me gone, well, I completely mirror the emotion though.
Blyton seems to be taking this stalking thing on me, too seriously!
Fast forward to me sleeping for half of the ride and trying to fix my hair for another half I took in a breather when the car reached the main gate to the hall; cameras were flashing continuously, a few reporters trying to get some answers from the people they could grab on and a team of police officers thoroughly checking everyone going inside.
"I don't want to go inside." The scene outside itself wasn't pleasing at all; the media was trying to capture moments of celebrity interaction while the reporters were working hard on grabbing stories to give an exclusive behind the scene of today's event: money, that's all it was coming to in the end!
"I am afraid that isn't an option." Blyton's reply wasn't comforting at all. There was a knock on my side of the window, I rolled it down: Abhishek stood in his uniform with his pistol safely hanging from the belt ledger.
"Vhrea, how about going in from the backdoor?" He suggested; that was at least an option, but I didn't want to look like a weak person who couldn't take care of herself after the death of her life's pillar.
"I wish life could be easier. Give me your hand." I said and opened the door as my eyes itched to blink when the cameras started flashing at me: gripping Abhishek's hand tightly I took confident steps ahead.
Black shades covered my eyes, black nail polish reflected white light and a poker face gave me the perfect paparazzi's getup. "Thank you for coming today. I appreciate your act of condolence." I said, continuing my walk as a broadcast woofer followed my pace in the air.
"Until here. Take care and give me a call if you need something." Abhishek always knew how to soothe me all the times; he knew I needed an arm to walk and I have a feeling he knows something is bothering me: the threats and stalking.
"Can I drink today?" I asked him. "Yes, as much as you want." Kriag replied before Abhishek could suggest me anything different.
"You came?" I asked, turning around to confirm it with my eyes. "Yes."
"Kriag please take good care of her tonight. I am entrusting you with her safety." Abhishek's statement confused me when he stressed on the safety part, and why were my friends so interested in encumbering me in Kriag's monitor?
Well, it did work last time when Husna send me out with him.
"Protecting a beautiful lady is a man's lifetime honor. Don't worry." He cheered onto Abhishek's unnecessary worries and extended his hand towards me.
"Shall we?" He asked me with an Adonis smile. "Why not."
I placed my right hand into his left and he clasped it tightly with his warmth and competence; this handholding may become tomorrow’s headlines–Nation's pride and heartthrob Kriag Mendel is rumoured to be dating late Richard's rich and successful daughter Vhrea Ashtrick. Evidence: holding hands.
A wave of strong nausea hit me as the strong aloe incense smell kept banging my head. Kriag had escorted me and left my side to go and talk to some of the people he knew around: a social butterfly, he is.
"You must feel so lonely to stand here alone?" I looked up from my wine glass and saw Mr Kiran Jaikar standing beside my bench, holding a plate of chocolate pastry.
"Yes." Once upon a time he was a rival I would have loved to ditch in a pile of wet garbage, but now that he is no more a threat to me, I love cutting ties and edge with such people; yet they cling.
"Now that your father is gone you wouldn't have a backup support. Business must be tiring." See, he was an annoying prick who probably thinks people do double M.A because they had failed the first time.
"I am still rich so don't you start collecting help for me."
"Of course. Of course. You still have money, it's the man we have lost after all. Sadly, you won't have anyone to complain and cry when things go wrong." He is a moron! Trying to test my non existing patience and being Hella rude.
"At the very least it's not your shoulder I would need to cry." I snapped.
Who does he think he is?
"Oh, goodness you are already losing it."
"So what?" Kriag's voice curved my smile up, even more when his hand rested beside my arm on the bench as he was standing behind me.
"What?"
"She might have things you can't even imagine in your dreams." My eye balls rolled to the other side to have a look on whether I heard the right woman talk: my chocolate provider acquaintance; Tiara Raikar?
Yes, indeed it was her: in a blue georgette saree, a glowing face and shining eyes. She gave a small wink to me.
"What?"
Is this stupid man trying to bully me, going to live on what, what and what, only?
"Beauty, brain and a prince." She replied in a domineering tone.
"What, prince?"
"Yes, a Prince." My heart stopped beating. And seems like Kriag's eyes were frozen; so, he too didn't know.
I've cut him out of my life completely, with following no news of him and even not talking about him with Greymon Grandpa and yet when I heard his voice: I am giddy. My heartbeat quickened like a merengue dance turns.
Is it really him?
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