𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

•Chapter Three

-Dhivti-

It has been a week since my encounter with that man. Jahaan Joshi. I don't know what it is about him, but my mind is occupied with his thoughts from time to time. The way he stood beside me in a way to protect me from that prick. It was as though he was letting me have my way but also stood behind me like a protector, just in case something goes wrong. Like a precaution. I remember how he openly threatened that man for calling me a bitch and supported my back when I lost my balance, almost falling.

Although I noticed everything that he did, I didn't acknowledge it. I did not want to, because I don't know why he did that. I hadn't asked for his help. I would have single-handedly dealt with that man. Yet somehow, it felt good to have someone standing behind my back, someone taking a stand for me and unexpectedly, it was Jahaan Joshi, a complete stranger. He has an aura that could make anyone squirm in their place and he knows it. I saw it: the way one look from him made that man obey. He was petrified.

Albeit, I won't think he did it because it was me or for me, I know for a fact that he did it in the name of humanity and he would have done the same for absolutely anyone. I am no special case. Whatever happened, happened and I don't plan on thinking about it anymore. That was the first and perhaps, the last encounter I had with Jahaan Joshi.

"Where are you lost, Dhivi?" Anisha asks bringing me back to her. We are at my place discussing about her wedding preparations. She forced me to leave my work place just so she can talk about her wedding and however much annoying it was, I am happy that she is sharing all of it with me. Anisha is one person I truly admire; she is my best-friend and sometimes I feel like I don't do enough justice to our friendship. I don't normally hang out with her like other friends do and neither do I act all clingy with her like others; I don't behave like a normal friend, especially since the past three years after the incident. However, Anisha has never left my side, she has always been there and I appreciate her so much. I am so happy that all her dreams are coming true. She has always wished for a fairytale wedding and that is what she is getting. I wish I could also be like her; happy and content.

"Oh um, nothing, was just thinking about some work-related stuff. You continue, I am listening," I reply.

"Okay so, like I was saying, I want to do all the preparations by myself but since I am the bride and I obviously cant do everything alone, us four will do it together."

"Four? Who four?" I ask with a confused expression.

"You, Jahaan, Aarav and I." what?

"Anisha, you can just ask a wedding planner to do it. I have a few contacts who will do a great job unlike us, who are mediocre. You don't have to do it yourself."

"NO. NO. NO. This is my wedding and I want to do everything by myself." This stubborn woman.

"Fine then, I am out of this. You three do it yourself," I state. Anisha shows me her puppy eyes "You cant even do this much for me?" she says making a sad face which clearly is all just drama and I just show her my stern face.

"Pretty please?" I just roll my eyes and agree because it is useless arguing with someone like her. Besides, if it makes her happy, I will do it. She jumps up and down like a toddler in excitement.

Do I have to see that specific person again? Even worse, interact with him? I don't think I want to have anything to do with him.

"Dhivi, so we will all meet up tomorrow at Aaravs office to discuss the plans and you must come." Of course, I do. I mentally roll my eyes.

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Here I am, on my way to Aarav's office as decided. I am wearing a white satin tank top with black dress pants and matching white heels with no makeup. It is funny how I am a whole-ass makeup brand owner and hardly apply any makeup. I only apply makeup occasionally.