Married To My Nemesis

CHAPTER 8 - FRESH STARTS AND NEW FOES

Before they came down on earth, they promised to find one another

Regardless of the time, regardless of their fates

Monday morning blues. "Tch!" He shook his head pulling the tail of his black necktie. Who doesn't like Mondays?

Losers.

Mondays are supposed to drive your entire week! No way in hell should one start the first day of their week with a melancholic face. Mondays meant powerful beginnings, Mondays meant business, Mondays meant fresh starts when deals were supposed to be made and cups of coffee were supposed to be emptied, reading the terms and conditions of those deals before signing them. He brushed his thick curls carelessly, giving them a rough look before buttoning up his diamond cufflinks, a gift from his brother on his previous birthday. He removed his navy blue blazer from the wooden hanger before placing it on his bed. He unplugged the charger of his iPhone, clicking it momentarily just to check for any calls. But no sane person would be making business calls at this hour, even if it were a Monday. He clasped his diamond-studded Rolex across his left wrist while his right hand dipped across his king-sized bed, picking up his blazer which hung across his right forearm as he strode towards his kitchen.

Amartya placed his blazer across the countertop in the middle of his kitchen as he then put a piece of toast in the toaster as he poured filtered coffee in a pristine white mug that he had fetched from a cabinet. The stove clicked as it was set ablaze before he placed a nonstick pan over it. As it heated, he fished two eggs from the fridge along with a small bone china bowl consisting of cubed of unsalted butter. He cracked the eggs open in a glass bowl as the butter sizzled and bubbled. The timer of the toaster ticked as he beat the eggs with an inch of salt and pepper. He poured the eggs in the middle of the pan as he pulled a white plate from the cabinets above the stove. He scrambled the eggs into a perfectly mushy delight as the toast popped up, ready to be plated. He served himself his breakfast as he walked to the counter placing his plate near his blazer. He took a swift glance at his Rolex that read 6:50 am. In exactly ten minutes, Amartya was done with his coffee and his miserable piece of toast and the scrambled eggs.

After he was done with washing the few dishes he had used, along with drying them up and placing them exactly from where he had fetched them, he wiped off the kitchen slab with the disinfector before placing the sponge in the sink and turning the tap on for washing it off. He placed the wrung sponge across the faucet before he washed his hands and wiped them off with the kitchen towel hung across the adjacent wall. He swung the blazer around his wide and broad shoulders, before pulling it neatly across his torso, buttoning up the first two buttons as he marched his way downstairs and across the magnificent hallway leading up to the grand doors of his mansion.

"Good morning Anna!" A disheveled Ved popped out of his kitchen with a mug of coffee as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Morning," Amartya said curtly before pulling his ray bans over his eyes and stepping foot out of the threshold.

"Anna! Wait!"

Amartya lowered his sunglasses as his rough fingers made space across the bridge of his nose, in order to pinch it.

"What?"

"Anna - I was thinking about the guest list."

"Okay, keep thinking -" Amartya's lifted his step before Ved dashed from behind tugging at his suited elbow.

"Wait!"

"What now?"

"I want the names of your guests.''Ved stood behind Amartya attempting to walk past him so that he could face him, alas, Amartya tall and strong built obscured the way.