Rajas : Passion Unveiled

Chapter 5

Ishani's POV

I wake up after a good night's sleep. Feeling refreshed I take a shower and go to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Yes I am rich. Yes I can afford a cook. But no I don't because I find it useless. I am completely capable of cooking for myself.

Since I was very tired yesterday so I woke up bit late today. So I just prepare something small, have my coffee, get changed and off I go. I find Avi kaka already waiting for me at the car. I pass him a smile and wish him good morning. He opens the door for me and I sit in.

I minute reach the office, I hurry to my cabin and start checking my emails. This whole drama with the Italians has cost me a lot of time and resources. Before news get out that Lasya was rejected, I need to do something. There is a knock at the door and Kevin enters. "Ma'am Ms.Deshmukh called to check in about the deal. She wants to know our answer as soon as possible." I sigh. This woman seems quite desperate but it's good for my business.

 "Tell her that we will send our products at her MBO in the next month" Kevin nods and leaves to call her. Ms.Deshmukh has an MBO in Pune. I have many EBOs for selling my brand clothing. We also are tied to many MBOs. But I have only one outlet in Maharashtra which is in Mumbai. This deal will help me set up Lasya in Pune too.

It's almost lunch time when Kevin enters the cabin again. "Ma'am there is a business convention being held at Udaipur. Representatives and CEOs of many big businesses will be present". This will be a good opportunity. "Fine. Mail me the details" I answer. He leaves and I get Shreya's call. She asks me whether I will be attending the convention and I answer afirmatively. Father will be there too. The thought makes me uncomfortable but I shake it off. I have to go there. It will be good for business, I remind myself again.

Days go by and finally I find myself getting ready for the convention. Shreya had bought a dress for both of us. Currently we are in my apartment getting ready. She also called some make up artists to do our make up. Like I couldn't do it any better. I don't understand why she is fussing so much over this whole ordeal. It's just a meeting for god's sake.

They do our make up and we change into our clothes. Shreya is wearing a white body con with an olive green overcoat and gold jewelry looking absolutely gorgeous.  She turns to look at me.

"Oh. My. God" I roll my eyes at her reaction. "We are going to a convention. You know that right?" she says while looking me up and down. I smile "Oh I know but you see being the owner of a fashion brand sets some expectations" I say as I flip my hair. "But it's a formal event so this will do" I say looking at myself in the full length mirror. 

The make up artist brings me my jewelry. She comes to help me put it on but I refuse. As I am getting ready I see her looking at my hand with a furrow in her brows. I turn to her and raise a brow in question. 

"That bracelet doesn't go with the whole vibe. You should remove that" she says and my breath hitches. She goes to my hand to remove my bracelet. I snatch my hand away from her. How dare she!!

"Don't touch that" I grit. She looks confused not knowing what she did wrong. I close my eyes and take a calming breath. "What-" she beings but before I could lash out Shreya intervenes and says that we are getting late. We grab our purses and leave the apartment. We sit in the limo that bhaiya sent for us and the driver starts driving. Shreya sees that I am still upset. "She doesn't know Ishu. Its ok" I sigh . She's right.

Ishani ( age 16 )

I am sitting in my room completing my homework. The door is closed but I can still hear my father shouting and arguing with my mother. Who as usual is just listening everything silently. My vision blurs as tears cloud my eyes. I am so sick of these constant arguments. Father is angry on me. Again. He is angry because I was out till 7. My eyes burn as I wipe my tears , trying to focus on studying. I hate this. I just hate this. All my friends stay out till 8 or 8:30. There parents never object. Father lets Ishaan bhai stay out till late but not me. Never me.

I sigh heavily. Suddenly the door to my room opens. I tense up thinking my father is here. Oh no he will-

Bhai enters quietly and closes the door behind him. He sits beside me on the bed and I hug him immediately. I start crying and he rubs my back. "Hey, hey it's ok. I am here now. Calm down" he whispers. "Look what I brought for you" . I straighten and see him taking something out from his pocket. I gasp. It's a beautiful silver bracelet with a small crescent moon and an evil eye. "Here. For you". I smile as he puts it on my hand. "How did u get this? Where did you get the money to buy this?" I ask immediately. Father would never given him money for this willingly. What if he took money from his desk without him knowing? Father will definitely scold him for this. Seeing my panicked look he replies , "Remember the summer internship I did?" I nod. "Well it was a paid internship. So this" he taps my wrist, "is bought from the money I earned. My first income" he says while giving me a tender smile. I look at the bracelet admiring it. It's delicate and beautiful. My heart swells up. Bhai bought something for me from his first income. He could've bought something for mother or father but no he bought this bracelet for me.

He takes my hand in his and says, "Jab bhi meri yaad aaye, is bracelet ko dekh lena. Main tere saath hi hoon. Humesha".

( translation - whenever you'll miss me just look at this bracelet. I am always with you )

Present

I exhale looking at the bracelet. The memory still fresh in my mind. What happened to your promise bhai? Kyu chod kar gaye aap mujhe....

( translation - why did you leave? )

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