Meet Yuvika Jaisingh -
Bubbly and a charming girl who brings a smile on everyone's face without even trying. Feisty yet so innocent, sarcastic yet so sweet, kind, stubborn and a ball full of sunshine. She sees the world differently yet so...
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ᑕᕼᗩᑭTᗴᖇ - XIII
⚘ 𝑌𝑈𝑉𝐼𝐾𝐴 ⚘
I lifted the small pendant locked around my neck, feeling the cool touch of the diamond hitting the skin on my chest. Fiddling with the small butterfly charm, I always felt closer to my mumma with it on. The clock next to the wall where I was standing reminded me that I needed to get going if I didn't want to be late for the dinner date with my fiancé.
So I rushed out of the walk-in closet and grabbed my red clutch from the bed.
"Okay, girls!" I said to Raeesha, Mithali and Meera, who were sitting on the couch, "I am getting late, so I am gonna leave now. Thank you so much for your help today."
"It's alright, bhabhi. It was our responsibility to get our bhabhi ready for her date with our bhai. Now go or you're gonna get late for real." Mithali said.
I nodded, "Yeah, okay! Bye, girls. Wish me luck." I waved at them, before walking out of the room.
I walked down the hall, passing the pictures of the Agnihotri family lining the wall. Seeing Shalini aunty, Chitra chachi and Nandini aunty with their kids always made me a little upset and jealous of their bonds, unintentionally. When I lost mumma, papa instantly jumped into the care mode for me after the funeral, never really giving himself a chance to grieve. I know her death affected him greatly, he loved mumma so much, that sometimes I wondered if he even loved her more than me, because the way he cares and shows me affection, it feels like I am his whole world. I don't even remember a single sour moment between the two; we were kind of like a golden family.
But when mumma died in that accident, our family didn't feel the same ever again. Papa didn't take his anger or grief out on me, nor did he end up drinking his sorrow away. He cared for me the best he could being a single father with a huge business to handle, and yet he refused to marry anyone else to get help in my upbringing. He wasn't used to being a single father and he had a tough time adjusting. There were times he would forget to pick me up from school, or he would forget to help me with my school projects or forget to attend my school functions, and he would apologise a thousand times to me for not being the best parent. But I loved him regardless, because he was there for me.
I realised that I had halted on my path and was staring at the family pictures on the wall from so long. I shook my head and took out a tissue from my clutch, I dabbed the unshed tears from my eyes.
Taking in a huge gulp of air, I steadied my emotions and nerves before walking towards the stairs. Descending the stairs, I didn't find anyone in the living room or lobby. I found Rudra standing beside his black Volvo S90, wearing a Kiton single-breasted black tux with a dark red bowtie and black slacks. He was fidgeting with the car keys in his hands, probably bored waiting for me. So without further delay, I approached him and he glanced up at me, probably because of the clicking noise of my heels.
