||𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒊 // 𝐈·𝐒·𝐇·𝐐||

Chapter →4

Every single one of Pakhi's friends was present at the party, including some truly prominent youth role models.

The esteemed painter graced us with their presence, alongside rockstars, classical musicians, and other experts.

This entire event was orchestrated as a soirée at Aish's residence to champion a remarkable opportunity for college students aspiring towards careers divergent from conventional paths.

Engineering and medicine need not exclusively pave the path to a prosperous life.

However, one prominent figure exuded a more refined aura than anyone else in attendance.

"Oh, my word... Chitra? Is it truly you? And this, the young lady you embraced during your zenith. Unbelievable. You were barely twenty when you undertook the guardianship of a teenager at such a tender age."

Sigh... "I'm gratified you remember me. You, too, weathered heartaches aplenty at that fledgling age, how poignant, indeed?"

"Some things never change. You remain the quintessential Chitrakshi - unable to tolerate jests in return. I find it endearing. How commendable of you to forsake your aspirations of valedictorian status to devote time to your foster sibling. You're genuinely an inspiration to others."

"..."

"Perhaps you're correct. While I may not be intimately acquainted with you, I certainly discern your intentions towards my sister. Allow me to complete your sentiments accurately... My sister is undeniably sweet and inspiring. The very reason she garners admiration from all. But you... haha, I believe there are lessons you could glean from her."

Chitra: *feeling a swell of pride for her sister, Pakhi*

Gasps emanated from nearby guests.

"Marvelous, absolutely marvelous, young lady."

An Italian gentleman remarked in his characteristic Italiano accent, smirking cockily as he glanced at the recently roasted individual, courtesy of the Gautam Sisters.

The majority failed to grasp the Italian's dialogue; it sounded akin to gibberish. However, adept writer Pankhudi comprehended and struggled to stifle her laughter.

Meanwhile, the other individual [a woman in her latter thirties] blushed crimson with a blend of ire and mortification.

Chitrakshi prodded her younger sister for the full scoop, relishing the amusement of the situation.

Upon comprehending the narrative fully, Chitra smirked with a sense of vindication.

"Simpleton," the Italian chided, tsking at the already embarrassed young woman.

The woman seethed inwardly: You shall rue the day, Gautam Sisters. I shall unleash upon you a torment surpassing hell itself, reducing you to supplicants for mercy. Just bide your time, Chitrakshi Gautam.

Chitrakshi suddenly succumbed to a fit of sneezing.

Both sisters were compelled to depart the event prematurely, seeking respite after exchanging pleasantries with the assembled guests.

They informed the host, Aish, and her brother Vihaan that they would be taking their leave early and would resume discussions regarding the finalized agreements after a brief respite from work.

Chitrakshi requested Vihaan to arrange a meeting with the Italian gentleman for their upcoming product launch.

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~~To be continued~~