"How dare you raise your filthy hand on her? How fucking dare you? She's my Queen! I will rip your hand off," He roared and twisted his hand back making him cry out in pain.
"Avyaan," a whimper left from my mouth and that seemed to break his concent...
Today was our engagement and yesterday Raj Purohit announced that the wedding date will be the 7th of December which is nearly one and a half months away. I have to make it faster if I want everything to be done on time. I have always wanted to see Rana Ji adorned in clothes designed by me.
With those giddy thoughts and bubbling excitement, I took out my designs, and materials and got to work. It was in the afternoon when I heard a knock on my door. I quickly hid everything in the closet and opened the door. It was Kyathi.
"Bua is calling you for lunch." She said peeking into my room. I walked out and closed the door immediately. She gave me a suspicious look but remained silent. We went down and had our lunch. Then I again came back and started my work. I have to visit Rana Ji once. My phone went off and it was him. Did he come to know I was thinking about meeting him?
"Hello!" I spoke bringing the phone to my ear.
"Meet me at 5?" He asked from the other side. Can't this man talk a little romantically? Direct to point. No hi, no hello.
"Okay, Where?" I asked checking the clock. It was already 3:30.
"I'll pick you up and wear anything you are comfortable in." He said before cutting the call. Great! No bye either. I should teach him some phone etiquites.
I took a bath applied some moisturizer, lip gloss, and Mascara and I was ready to go.
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He was on time to pick me up and I left with him after bidding bye to Mumma and others. I got into the car and wished him. He smiled and started driving.
"Where are we going?" I asked looking out of the window.
"You will see!" Was his reply. I badly wanted to roll my eyes at him but I resisted my urge. He smirked looking at me and then shifted his focus to the road.
"How long is it gonna take?" I asked again after 10 minutes. This man is fully concentrated on the road while my eyes turn to him time and again. What to do, this man is too hot to handle and I am bad at controlling myself.
"Half an hour more." He replied. The car is unusually calm and that is making me want to sleep. I gazed at my nails and they didn't feel much interesting. My gaze roamed around the car and landed on the music system. Yayy!
"Do you mind if I turn on the radio?" I asked looking at him with hopeful eyes. I have known him since childhood but the fears my mother planted in my heart made me doubt myself and my limits. I have developed a habit of asking permission for every single thing not to make others uncomfortable.
"I do." My face fell at his reply. Maybe I shouldn't have asked about it. What if he prefers silence while driving? Thank god, I didn't mess it up. I was in my thoughts when he spoke again making me grin like an idiot. " I do mind if my fiancee behaves so formally with me." He said and turned on the radio. Huff! I didn't do anything wrong. I was just overthinking.
