Love : A Wicked Game

Chapter 24 : Mistress Of His Heart

The Rajveer Palace already surpassed the grandeur of any seven star hotel on the usual, but that evening, decked up for the grand wedding reception of Rajveer and Samaira, shining in all it's glory, it surpassed it's own set standards. It was the reception, that told Samaira's relatives, who Rajveer Shekhawat in actual was. The elite class of the society, bureaucrats, MNAs, MPAs, the entire police department of Mumbai along with the commissioner was present there. And not to mention, his illegal circle who was pretending to be white collar.

Buttoning up his black diamond cufflinks, Rajveer gave himself a once over in the mirror. Their all wedding outfits had been in contrast, so he decided to co-ordinate with his wife in the reception. And since Samaira was wearing black, he was also standing in a jet black five piece suit whose blazer was of velvet and any button visible on it was a black diamond. He lightly patted his hair that was set by the hairspray in a slightly ruffled style. He stepped into his black loafers and was just putting on the watch, when the door to the closet swung open.

"Rajveer, are you-" - the words died in Samaira's throat and she sucked in a sharp breath as her gaze fell on him.

But Rajveer was unable to give any smug reaction because his heart skipped a beat as he looked at her in the mirror.

She was wearing a full sleeved, black crop top that had a conservative neckline. Barely two inches of her milky white waist were visible as covering her belly button was starting her black ball gown going all the way to the floor. Her face sported minimal makeup but her winged eyeliner stood apart, making her eyes seem bigger than they already were. Her hair was partitioned from the middle but only up til half of her head, the rest fell silkily behind her back. Her perfectly manicured nails were painted black as well which reflected back the bright golden lights of the closet.

He walked towards her in a trance while she was still rooted to her spot, staring at him with slightly parted lips that were tinted maroon. As he stopped infront of her, he realized she was wearing her beloved heels again because she was already five'nine but at that moment, she was eye-to-eye with his six'one height. And he absolutely loved that!

She couldn't breath. Each step he took towards her, made her breath hitch a little more. His strong and dominant fragrance, just like him, reached her nostrils and fogged her brain. But it wasn't just the scent that made her high. The look in his eyes added to the effect as well. The dark and possessive look, as if, he wanted to consume her as whole. For which, she feared, she was more than ready to.

His head tilted slightly, like going to say something, but he surprised her by smoothly placing a soft kiss on her neck. Her lashes fluttered at the tingle his lips created while a soft, surprised gasp left her mouth.

"Taking bad sight off of you." - his breathy whisper made her shiver and her cheeks heated up.

He straightened up with a smile and thrilled at her pinked cheeks. His smile widening, he offered her his arm and she hooked her hand in it.

"Can I hope for the first dance ?" - he teased as they stepped out of the suite and walked towards the elevator. All seven storeys were decorated for the function but the reception supremely, was taking place in the grand hall.

Her lips curled into a smile at his question which gave him a satisfactory answer. The elevator stopped and the glass doors slid open.

A loud applause rose from the guests in their welcome as they stepped out. The photographers flashing on end. She was stunned to see such a crowd gathered for their reception and a little nervous as she was the focus of them all. Because she was an event manager, and it was her outstanding decor which always grabbed limelight while she contentedly stood aside with her team as the main event took place. So being herself the main event was slightly overwhelming.