INVISIBLE PASSIONS : When Hate Becomes Love

CHAPTER 45 - Human Shield

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MEHAK'S POV

I woke up early, the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. Stretching lazily, I reached for my phone on the nightstand and dialed Nisha's number. She picked up on the second ring, her voice crisp and professional as always.

"Good morning, Ma'am," Nisha greeted.

"Good morning, Nisha," I replied, sitting up in bed and running a hand through my hair. "I need you to make some arrangements. It's Aarti's birthday, and I want it to be special. Can you organize a grand yet cozy celebration for a small group of people?"

"Of course, Ma'am. Do you have any specific preferences for the decorations or the venue?" she asked, ready to jot down every detail.

"Yes," I said, gathering my thoughts. "I want a warm, elegant atmosphere. Think golden and white hues. Plenty of comfortable seating and beautiful floral arrangements. I want the room to feel inviting and intimate, like a luxurious lounge."

"Got it. Golden and white hues, comfortable seating, and floral arrangements. What about the venue, Ma'am?" Nisha inquired.

"Let's host it at the Rosewood Hall. It has that classic charm, and the staff is excellent. Also, ensure there's a selection of Aarti's favorite dishes. She loves Italian and Indian fusion, so a menu that combines both would be perfect," I added, imagining the delight on Aarti's face.

"Understood, Ma'am. I'll coordinate with the Rosewood Hall and arrange the catering," Nisha confirmed.

"One more thing," I said, as a thought suddenly struck me. "Arrange a glittery golden lehenga as a gift for Aarti. Something exquisite that matches her style. It should be elegant yet glamorous, something that she'll love."

"Absolutely, Ma'am. I'll make sure everything is perfect," Nisha assured me, her confidence giving me a sense of relief.

"Thank you, Nisha. I'm counting on you to make this day memorable for Aarti," I said, feeling a sense of satisfaction knowing everything was being taken care of.

"I won't let you down, Ma'am," Nisha promised.

As I hung up, a small smile tugged at my lips. This celebration was going to be perfect for Aarti. I could already envision the hall decked out in gold and white, the tables laden with delicious food, and Aarti's delighted expression when she saw the glittery golden lehenga. It was going to be a beautiful day.

I completed my morning routine, feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. I opted for a casual outfit today—a comfortable top paired with shorts. After getting dressed, I headed to the dining area for breakfast.