Married To My Nemesis

CHAPTER 12 - THE PERSONAL ASSISTANT

Why do I come undone in your hands?

Cladded in the white silk gown, the fire looked like a snow princess tonight. All eyes turned to the woman nobody had seen before, as she, made her entrance through the foyer, crossing the vast concourse of the guests she had not bothered to greet or even lend a look to. Of course, there were ladies, dressed in colossal attires as their diamonds and rubies shined under the star-lit sky, but there was something about this special someone, who had happened to be the center of attention, the reason being her simplicity and elegance.

Agani had now started to pant, almost running into a gentleman, before her brother pulled her to the side, with his free arm. Her distraught came to a halt as her eyes met with the sight of a sleeping little one on Angaar's shoulder.

"Where-where was she?" Her breathless voice could only be heard by him, as he grabbed a glass of water from the counter nearby. Dismissing all his questions, and ignoring the glass of water that had been forwarded to her, she fumbled with the jacket that had cocooned Siya, rummaging for something through all its pockets.

"What are you doing?"

"Where is it, where is it!"

"Where what is?"

"The pills, there is a bottle-" Her face looked like someone's life was in her hands as she scoured the black blazer flummoxed. As soon as her fingers brushed against a cold cylindrical surface. She fished the container out, almost the size of her thumb, and clutched onto it for dear life.

She covered Siya properly with the jacket once again before grabbing the glass of water that had been once offered to her as she dashed across the lawns leaving a helpless Angaar with all of his questions as the sleeping child on his shoulder constrained most of his actions and words.

Agani sprinted through the oak doors, her skirt flying off into the back, as she looked for the same man she had left on the floor, panting and begging for his medication. Soft whimpers and struggled breaths reached her from behind the staircase as she scurried her way to him.

"Here, here-" She crouched to his level as he rubbed his chest frantically, his legs folding and sprawling, all at the same time. Beads of sweat cascaded from his forehead down his cheeks as those around his neck and chest drenched his white shirt. His slender fingers scuffled with the metal container before she took them off his hand and opened the lid, tossing a few pills into her palm.

His fingers curled, hoisting two of them up, as she nodded, popping two of the ills into his dry mouth and forwarding the glass of water to him. He emptied the glass in and onto himself, as the water cascaded through his thick lips and onto his wide muscular chest.

Agani sat on her knees, rubbing his hand and arm in desperate attempts to provide some relief to the breathless man. Within a few minutes, the blood returned to his pale face as he now breathed in deeper, and easier. The look on his face returned to that of horror as he seemed to have remembered something, the very thing that had caused him a panic attack. Agani sensed the commotion he was going through mentally, as she caressed the back of his hand more gingerly, trying to soothe whatever misery he was going through.

"Hey- hey- shhh- listen- shhh..." Her balmy voice, tranquilized his mind, way better than the prescribed pills could ever have. He raked his fingers through his now damped hair as he sat up straight against the staircase, drawing his knees closer to his chest. His heart wanted to explode, and he didn't care if it would be in front of her. The voices in his head mocked and ridiculed him, and all he wanted was to hide behind her, just to catch his breath before he could even offer thought to his father's murder's words.