Part 2 of the Rajvanshi series.
To write a tale of emotions.
Of hate, of pain, of joy, of love.
What happens when faith plays it game to bring two people together? When the past of one threatens to rain fire on the lives they built together?
Will...
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Nothing good can happen today. I am sure of that. Life is a collection of events that happen every day, if the events are good, your life is good. If the events are bad, your life is bad. And my life broke the barometer of good and bad ages ago and now it's just shit. So while I try not to glare at this woman who just crashed into me and spilled all her coffee on my Balenciaga pant suit, I am contemplating why I came here in the first place.
Spilling coffee is okay, not apologizing for it and giving me attitude isn't. She is looking at me like I've chained her to the counter and am forcing her to stand and hold the line. All I am asking of her is to apologize. I swear people's egos these days is bigger that their height. She is approximately 5'9 with her heels. I am standing in front of her with my 6 inch heels and I have around 7 inches over her.
Yeah, I am tall, 5'10 and I wear 6 inch heels with it everytime. I like to tower over people. It's gives a sense of power. I tower over most of them, it's empowering. But this woman infront of me is just checking her acrylic nails, even the colors aren't contrasting, what does she have to show off here? Nevermind, the line behind me is getting long, and since she isn't saying shit, I am going let her go. I know who she is, we worked together in the same department before I got promoted to CEO. I'll find her car and slash her tyres or something later. I know how to hold a grudge. I've been holding one for the last ten years.
I walk past her to get my order, that had already been prepared in the seventeen minutes that stupid woman wasted. I take the box of donuts and get out to book a cab. Like I said nothing good can happen today, even my car broke down in the morning. I wait for the cab for five minutes and then it takes around twenty minutes to reach my destination.
The Rajvansh mansion.
This reminds me of my house back in my town, it looks similar. But it's better than that. People here are welcoming and kind, unlike the snakes I left behind. Except for my little sister, I don't care about anyone in that house.
Don't think about him.
Moving on, I make my way inside. I live in the cottage right next the mansion. It isn't home, but I've never had one to begin with. Inside the mansion is a different story. Remember I said nothing good can happen today? Forget that. This is the greatest day of my life. Well not exactly but the day got better. I am seeing him after two years today, and he looks different. He joined some gym. I can tell that just by looking at him. He is more muscular now, his hair is shorter than the last time but still long enough to enjoy running one's fingers through them. Hot.
And he is smiling at his mother. A genuine, happy smile. One that I've never gotten from him. All he gives me is sarcastic smiles that are laced with warnings. I should've known he is back when Meera aunty asked me to get some donuts. This man will burn houses to get donuts.
I walk closer to greet him. "Satan" I love how he narrows his eyes at that. He likes it. He won't admit it but he does. Abhimanyu Rajvansh is hard to read for most people. But his eyes speak alot. Only if people actually look into them. I don't understand why people are afraid of his eyes. They are his most beautiful feature. He got the face of the devil, and maybe he is a monster, but his eyes are innocent. They don't lie.
