Married To My Nemesis

CHAPTER 23 - TO KNOW YOU

I can't deny how I feel.

Agani could hear her heartbeat distinctly in her ears as she ran past all those who had hoarded the lawns of the mansion.

What have I done?

She wondered. She met the man she had hated with all her might, well, the second man after her own father, but, but something about the way she talked to Mr. Shetty did not feel right to her. Especially after

"Mam! I'll take care of the kids!"

Did that mean that Mr. Shetty was ready to take care of her orphanage, after making it his, lawfully? The thought of having to let go of her right on her mother's dream and the kids made her chest ache physically, a feeling similar to when she saw her mother's dead body at 17. Agani's hand reached to wipe her glassy eyes, before they could make a joke out of her.

"Ouch!"

"Great! Another blind here walking freely around this madhouse-"

Agani's ankle had twisted as she had run into someone, obviously stronger than her, or else why would she wince after hitting her head against his back. She raised her eyes as the wind flirted with her brown locks, curtaining her hazel brown orbs with her free curls. She pulled back her hair, to be able to see the man standing in front of her, but the wind kept misbehaving, causing her hair to sprawl all over her flushed face, despite her best efforts.

"Here." He said, his tone a hundred notches down as Agani noticed his fingers tucking her hair behind her ear. Her eyes were now free to take a full look at the man, but the fire she felt from within felt like would burn him with her gaze.

"Oh! Hi! Aren't you, aren't you the girl from the hospital?" He said with a smile as bright as the sun, but what he did not know that her namesake was the fucking fire, itself. She kept staring at him, causing his smile to size down, before he could collect anything about her expression.

"Um?" He said, but she was in no mood to argue, even with the man who had helped her surf the waves of paps, the time she visited Mr. Shetty at the hospital. Agani tied her hair loosely in a useless bun, before she threw one of her last deadly glares at him. She jostled against his magnificent frame, to be able to exit the enormous steel gates of the AmarVani mansion.

"Where are you going?" asked the head of security.

"Home." She averred, through gritted teeth.

"Is Mr. Shetty ready?" He asked, cocking a brow at her, because it had only been only twenty minutes and for a gala like this or any, for that matter, the stylists hired by the Shettys took at least two hours.

"Listen, Mr. Shetty is still in the shower and I have an urgent matter to take care of."

"Madam, listen. We cannot let you go until there are orders from within-"

"Are you out of your mind? How am I supposed to prepare him for the event when he is still in the shower!"

"Any problem, madam?" asked the same guy who had the guts to put her hair behind her ears.

"No, no sir!" said the guard, and yet he still hadn't let Agani go.

"I can help you, if you want-" He leaned in from behind, whispering in her ear. But this time, he had maintained his distance.

"I just want to be out of here!"

"Oh that's easy." He walked past her, striding towards the guard who shook like a leaf as the former approached him.

"She's with me, let her go."

"Sir, we-"

"I said let her go."