Love : A Wicked Game

Chapter 15 : Can't Let You Go

The master suite of the Rajveer Palace summed up the beauty of the entire palace, to say the least. The entirety of seventh floor, sans the hallway, was Rajveer's suite which, considering the thirty thousand square feet area of the palace, was saying something. The entrance was through two large doors made of African blackwood, that emitted a lustrous shine which could be seen even in the dim lights. Upon entering, there was a foyer which led to the grand suite.

One would feel like he has stepped inside another house because the suite had a separate space for lounging, a vast fireplace around which expensive black sofas were kept with a finest glass coffee table in the middle. Following the theme of the palace, the walls were painted silver except for the one behind the king-sized bed which was black but even then, it was glowing silver from all the four corners as it was 3D and had a panel slightly out from the rest of the sequence. On the bed's left, was a door which opened to Rajveer's office which had the CCTV control of every single corner of the palace. Adjacent to it, was another door which was his walk-in closet that held almost half of the space of the suite.

The unique thing about the closet was that wherever one would look, he would see back his reflection because it was made of mirrors. The ceiling and the floor were of high quality mirrors which didn't have even a particle of dust on them. Reflecting back the crystal clear image of the watcher. The walls were simply glass shelves, holding, without argument, some of world's most expensive business suits, clothing range from casual to formal for every occasion, footwear of every type, wrist watches, perfumes and colognes, ties and other such accessories.

Rajveer was buttoning up his cufflinks when the audio system in the ceiling spread throughout his suite, spoke aloud :

“Samaira is calling!”

His lips curled into a smirk. He knew she would call him.

“Alexa! Pick up the call!” - he instructed aloud while setting up his collar.

“Hello...”

Her voice rang throughout his suite, clearly audible in the closet as well, and his heart skipped a beat. It made him feel like she was there, with him, in their room. And he couldn't wait to turn that feeling into reality.

“To what do I owe this pleasure Ms. Purohit ?” - he asked silkily and looked at himself in the mirror.

Samaira's favourite colour suited him well.

“I wanted to make a request...” - came her timid voice.

“Would-be Mrs. Rajveer Shekhawat and requesting ? Not done.” - he teased, his smirk dissolving into a smile imagining her irritated face.

“I wanted to say can we meet at your home instead of the restaurant ? The matter's personal and I don't want to discuss it at a public place.”

His reflection winked back at him for being right. He knew she would meet him at home and had already asked his staff for the special arrangements for the dinner. Infact, he had an inkling what she wanted to talk about, for which, he was prepared as well.

“Of course Samaira, you don't need permission. It's your home as well.” - he replied honestly while spraying cologne over his pulse points; wrist and neck.

“Superb! See you in half an hour then.” - came her relieved voice.

“Liam is already outside your house to pick you up. But take your time.” - he told her softly.

She went quiet for a moment before speaking in a resigned tone. “Fine.” - and then the call ended.

He ran a hand through his hair and smiled. The evening was going to be very interesting.