Warrior

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This party sucks!

I mean seriously, it just sucks! It's all posh and all that nonsense. I mean the orchestra? No offense, but a bitch is falling asleep here! Unlike mama in-law and aunty in-law, who are conversing away with all of the aunties here - which by the way, it's quite the sight to see Varsha doing this, since she usually sticks to herself. As for the men, Aryan Singh Raizada and Madhav Singh Raizada were talking away with the uncles who got dragged here due their wives, so they were busy. As for Akash and NK Singh Raizada, last I saw them-

"Oh, Khushi, hi!"

Turning around, I see none other than the potato, Maahi, herself.

Ugh, what the fuck do you want?

"What are you doing here alone?"

I looked at the garden around me, which was quite some distance away from the party, not to mention let me be alone, so I can't fucking figure out why Maahi is asking such a dumb question.

Especially when she, no doubt, had to have followed me here.

"The garden is quite pretty, isn't it," Maahi continued. "Would you like to see more of it?"

Before I could even answer, she linked her arm with mine, making me look at her like she was bat-shit crazy.

What the fuck-?

"Come on, you'll love the roses," she beamed.

She began to drag me forward, and since I don't want to wear out my heels, I started following along. She walked me through the garden, leading me to an empty ground with nothing but rose trees. They were cut and shaped out to be perfect spheres, beautiful red roses sitting on them.

"Aren't they beautiful," Maahi gushed.

Sure, I mean they're roses.

"I mean, they might not be as beautiful as the roses Arnav gets you..."

Come again?

"...but I'm sure they're still good."

Oh you poor, stupid girl! What kind of narrative have you created in your dumb fucking head?

"By the way, you guys look so good together! There was some article in the paper the other day and they used a picture from the gala you guys attended earlier in the month, which by the way, you looked so stunning in that emerald green dress of yours..."

Oh fuck, this bitch is just going to keep blabbing away like this, isn't she?

I inwardly groaned to myself as Maahi continued to blab on. I tried to put my attention on something else -anything else for that matter, whether it was the roses, the trees - heck even a fucking squirrel! But it really was hard to stay focused, especially since this bitch kept fucking shrieking!

"...I mean if I was married to someone as handsome as Arnav, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself either!"

Bitch say what now?

Turning to her, I arched my brow.

Maahi rolled her eyes with a grin, letting me go. "Oh come on, there's no need to be coy! With a hunk of a husband like him, I don't blame you! And I mean come on, he's your husband after all; you can do whatever you want with him - or to him," she winked.

I couldn't help but to cross my arms, tilting my head. "Just because he's my husband."

The potato didn't understand that it wasn't a question. "Duh! Like I said, he's your husband; do whatever you want to him! And you're his wife after all," she shrugged. "He can do whatever he wants with and to you, just like you can with him," she smirked coyly.