Married To My Nemesis

CHAPTER 22 - AND YET, CLOSER

And how would you ever come to know

About the state I have been in, all the while we were apart?

Agani's name was given to her by her father, for when she was born, his years old, the stagnant business of coal and petroleum had come to thrive, people from all over the world wanting to make deals with the man, making him one of the richest businessmen in India. Another reason why, her father held a special place for her in his heart, regardless of her immense hatred towards him.

Despite her mother's constant qualms about naming her "fire", her father believed that his daughter would only enlighten lives, like an ethereal earthen lamp lit on Deepawali, and never raze and blaze or destroy, like the mighty forest fires. But today, today Agani only had one aim on her mind, to meet Mr. Shetty personally and obliterate whatever the hell he thought of himself.

Sure, he thought he was the king of the world, but she was no peasant for him or her father to bully however they liked. Little Dreams was not for sale and she would make sure to wedge this information deep in the cracks of Amartya Suryadev Shetty's brain.

Agani got down off her bike, collecting the lunch boxes because in no way in hell are the Shetty brothers making her waste all that food.

"Mam! Your name please-"

"Irrelevant."

"Excuse me?"

"I am here to deliver-" Agani's mind was racing 100 miles an hour and what she had failed to notice was a tone of paparazzi and luxurious cars swamping the AmarVani entrance.

"I am Amartya Suryadev Shetty's stylist." She jabbered, biting her bottom lip immediately after.

"What are you doing with those hefty lunch boxes then?" The guard had speculation in his eyes but Agani was saved from further questions, just in time.

"Uh, I-"

"Narayan, what's up?"

"There is this girl, she says she is Mr. Shetty's stylist."

"What?" The other man who had just walked in the scene, now looked around as if she was the answer to his prayers.

"Are you deaf Surya? I said-"

"Ra! I know what you said! Where is she-"

"Here she is," Agani confirmed.

"Uh-" Surya, Sridevi's PA took a quick glance at Agani, but not the creepy kind.

"Works. Please come in."

Works? What was that supposed to mean? Agani lowered her head as she took a quick look at herself. She shrugged away the doubts about what she had said about her being Mr. Shetty's stylist because she needed to meet him, and this was more like a now or never moment.

"Mr. Shetty is in his room, you can go and style him for today's gala," Surya said, as he hurried her inside the mansion. Where all kinds of preparations were happening, nobody took notice of Agani amid the early morning hustle-bustle, for it seemed the entire staff of AmarVani had to turn the mansion into a starlit stage, of course, for the stars and celebrities, the Shettys were friends with.

Agani stood at the bottom of the staircase, the same one she had found Raghav amid his panic attack. She did not want to think about Raghav -

But what if he's here today, right now, as we speak? Agani's thoughts made her blush a deep shade of red as her hands made way to her hair, tidying her already neat low ponytail. She drew back the free strands of her hair behind her ear as she hastened her way upstairs, she couldn't be a blushing sappy mess, not right now, when she had to face Amartya Shetty, to talk about her property, or maybe fork out his eyes, or maybe break his face -