Sirayat: Love of a Mafia

Rivalry

Conquer the world with him by your side, holding your hand as if his life depends on it.

Veer's hand is waiting for her wife who is still seated inside his car, has not accepted his offer yet. His worriedness coated properly behind his emotionless demeanor and his outburst few moments ago gave him confidence that they will get over this without any harm. But it switched Aadhya's uncertainty to fret, clearly visible on her readable face which she needs to bury as her husband did because she is Sarkar's Wife.

She did her best to betray her real self and at end held his hand, ready to step into this maze. Maze of power and cunningness.

They moved towards the garden filled with fancy people covered in expensive suits, women showing off by wearing heavy jewelry, expensive clutches in their hand and jimmy choo heals in their feet.

Despite their best efforts our angel grabbed the attention of party, men mesmerized by her beauty and women envy her because of the one who is accompanying her, his hand resting on her lower back.

His men who engulfed the newly wedded couple into in a shield scattered the time they reach amidst of the wealthy crowd.

Some couples came and congratulated them, turn by turn and after spending half an hour with Kolkata's public figure, they got some privacy which was soon interrupted by Yuvi. He came with an orange juice in one hand and two champagne filled glasses in the other.

"This is for you Bhabhi"

"Thanks, Yuvi bhaiya"

"Anything for you"

"BTW Are you enjoying the party so far?"
"It's more than what I expected but I think I'll get used to it."

"Great!!" Aadhya was having this little chit chat with his brother-in-law while her husband was mentally caught up by something serious.

"Kabir reached or.." Veer asked more in a commanding tone.

"He is on his way" Yuvi replied wiping his smile covering it under his hard face. Because this is his role: guards up, consciousness on high alerts detecting every precise movement in their surroundings.

"And where's Nalle? Isn't he being the one to through this party?"

"Well, Kunal told me that Nalle got a diabetic attack and almost fainted, just before our arrival. Guests were in state of panic, but it settled down because it was not severe."

"For now, he is resting inside."

Veer's eyes were fixed on the champagne glass in his hand, which he was rotating by moving his thumb and forefinger, content in it has same effect. His gaze fixed on splashes of water, but he didn't miss any word.

"Interesting"

Veer's POV:

One more weird thing added to the list, Nalle got sick on his own party, or it could be he's only pretending?

It just adds more to my already burden cerebral cortex(brain) {Now, don't think I am a medical student because I am not}. We met few other people who are from parliament, they tried to be overfriendly, but my lack of interest made them step back and left as soon as they realize I am not a patient man.

All this time, Aadhya was standing beside me, silently and confidently. Indeed, she is at her best behavior, both of us holding drinks in one hand and staring straight at person's face while giving any replies. Even when there were no women to entertain her, while I am conversing with group of men, she didn't seem to be bored instead her head bowed down by small angel, not in shyness but as if she's keenly listening to his husband.