Tempting Mr Rajvansh

Chapter 24

"Feelings never do make sense. They get you all confused. Then they drive you around for hours until you're right back where you started"
- Blair Waldorf

Sorry for the short chapter. Will try to make it longer next time. Also, this chapter is a bit all over the place cos our Ajeeb Rajvansh is very confused. So I've tried to contradict and frustrate the hell out of him. Don't be alarmed by his topsy-turvy thoughts.

CHAPTER 24

Abir didn't feel like going home and since he had cancelled all his meetings, he couldn't go to office as well. Frowning, he decided that the club would be his choice and he set off, all the while thinking about Mishti.

His pride was rather pricked. Mishti had refused him not once, but twice. It probably wasn't wise of him but he had assumed that Mishti would be glad to marry him. Who wouldn't, after all? But instead, she had said being unmarried was far better than being unhappy with him. She wasn't wrong with her reasoning, but she was wrong nonetheless.

For he knew that their marriage would not be an unhappy one. They were clearly compatible in the physical aspects of marriage but it was more than that.

Mishti was smart, mature, sportive, graceful, dutiful and most of all, comfortable around Abir. And he was fascinated by her, he knew that much. Whenever she was close, All Abir could do was feel happy and proud.

Abir raked a hand through his hair. When they married, she'd be Elite Number 6, have wealth and would be the wife of one of the most coveted bachelors in all of Rajkot. What the hell else did the woman want?

Mishti would be a wonderful wife for Abir.

If only she would realise it for herself.

He shook his head. He was deluding himself. Mishti was not averse to marrying him. But what she had said was true. If last night had not happened, would he have asked her to marry him? Probably not.

Marriage.

It had been an impossible dream for him. He had never expected to marry. But this girl with her sweet smile and her passionate spirit had bewitched him. She had turned his life upside down. Yes, He had not thought of marrying her all this while but now he could not stop thinking about it.

Mishti Abir Rajvansh.

No, Mishti Singhania. She had refused him. He should be done with it. It was her choice. He should not be bothered.

Why did it bother him then?

He had had no valid response for her questions. Why did he want to marry her? Yes, she was perfect on paper. But that was not the reason. He had no words to describe what he was feeling.

He knew what Mishti wanted. But it was something he could never give.

A love match.

The thought made him straighten up. She had confessed her belief in love matches ages ago, and he had scoffed at her, showing her that attraction was equally as powerful as the love in which she placed such faith.

She could not honestly have refused him because she was holding out for love. He shook his head, frustrated at the very idea that she would risk her future with a rejection of his proposal because of some childish fantasy she refused to release.

The very idea was preposterous. He'd had enough of thinking about it.

He entered the club and headed over to the bar. Ignoring the half filled tables, Abir sat down near the counter and ordered a scotch. As he sipped the drink and nursed his bruised pride, the loud commotion from the tables made him turn around.