Rehnuma

10. Pretty Devil

I might hate parties and galas. But I love dressing up for them. Putting on a pretty dress, going out, eating good food, free alcohol, let's not forget the gossip. For some people it's pretentious, for me? It's entertaining. People have their own tastes, and preferences, mine is knowing other people are miserable too.

I zip up my dress. The white tulle, moving around me like waves of water. My husband is God knows where. My father in law told me it's not new. He disappears often, it's nothing to worry about. I wasn't worried, I just needed to know where the fuck he was so I could scream in his face to take me with him the next time.

He doesn't go to galas or stuff, the one reason he was a myth was because people had never seen him. Well I know he is alive alright. I've seen him, felt him, and gotten pissed at him. The stylist tucks my hair behind in a half up, half down style. Sticking pearls into it. God I feel like a Disney princess, it's horrible.

I smile at her when she gushes about how pretty I look. I am so done already, God knows what I will do at the party. I step out of the mansion, the Rolce Royce awaits.

'We don't do limousines Veera beta, we are classy people.' That is what papa, my father in law, said before buying this car. He looks at me now, and smiles. "You look beautiful beta."

"Thank you papa."

He rounds the car to get in on his side, and even before I could raise my hand, another one opens the door for me. Chivalry isn't dead already, good to fucking know.

Lakshay greets me with a smile, and gestures at me to get inside. He is dressed in a white suit, and so is my father in law. I smile at him gratefully, collecting all the fabric around me so I could get in the car. I sit beside papa in the backseat while my brother in law takes the seat in the front beside the driver. The windows are tinted to the point of being illegal but nobody cares when you have money.

The car moves smoothly across the road, taking us closer to our destination with every passing second. I try to call Vivaan again. Papa told him about the gala today, is that why he has disappeared into thin air?

Weird as fuck guy, let him come home today, I'll deal with his ass. Fucking annoying piece of shit.

The car comes to a halt in front of the main entrance of a beautiful mansion. It's someone's anniversary. Someone whose name I cannot remember. The three of us enter the hall, all of us separately. It's annoying because everyone in here knows that I got married and would be wondering where husband dearest is. But since he has never shown his stupidly gorgeous face, there would be speculations if he is even real. What a fantastic life I have.

I spot the familiar face I was looking for and run to him, it's mainly a brisk walk considering my heels and this dress. My brother looks me up and down and rolls his eyes. Fuck him. "You look like an eighteen year old virgin attending some debutant ball. Do you have a purity ring on too my blessed child?" Good to know he is enjoying himself.