Pocket Full of Lies

74- Protective Barrier

Our plan worked. In fact, a little too well for that matter.

The news of my 'so-called' pregnancy spread like a rapid fire. The whole house was swamped with the neighbours who came to give their hearty congratulations.

Fortunately, we had the insight of hiring a few bodyguards beforehand just in case something happened.

'Wondering how it was possible to get them now when we didn't have a single person to protect us a few days ago?'

Well, it was all thanks to the Old Rehaan. With memories came all the contacts Rehaan had previously made, just to safeguard us.

Rehaan had made arrangements for all kinds of situations, except for the one where he ended up losing the memory of having made them.

Emptied half of the bank account in the process though😪. Better poor than dead.

They all were dressed in common clothes, mixing up with the usual crowd. They acted like helpers to serve the guests, while being on a look out for my uncle's people.

Uncle's people weren't here yet, but the gossip aunties were. We were aware that some of them would come. But no way in our dreams we imagined this number of people to stop by. Serving these people was no joke. I wonder if the bodyguards even had the time to look out for danger while being so focused on serving these aunties.

To think we paid the amount for bodyguards to get servers.

Rehaan was massaging his forehead discreetly, irritated by the amount of people who barged in the name of being our well wishers. I am sure we didn't even know who half of them were.

The fakeness in their blessings could be seen from a mile away.

In the name of innocent questioning and curiosity, they all were poking fun at us.

Given the fact that we were 'just married' to them, they all were only here to get some gossip. Pregnancy within the first two days of marriage, we gave them a topic to talk about for at least a month, if not more.

They should pay for the monthly subscription for the entertainment we were giving them.

However, there was one strange old lady in the midst of these gossip aunties. Unlike them, she seemed genuine.

Shooing off some of the aunties, she came to sit beside me on the couch. Putting a hand gently on my head, she gave me blessings. Her hand then moved towards my cheek, holding my face in the gentlest way possible. Her eyes welled up as she kept looking over and over again at my face.

I didn't think it was possible for such soft eyes to turn murderous though.

No, she didn't attack me.

She protected me from one of the ladies who came to attack me with her words.

The look that grandma gave to the lady was enough to shake a person's confidence. Between her glare and Rehaan's, it was difficult to say which one was scarier.

I shuddered as Goosebumps rose all over my arms at her silent threat.

However, that dangerous aura died down in an instant and the sweetness returned as soon as that grandma saw me getting scared.

"Don't listen to those vile ladies. If you are sad, then the baby will feel sad too," she cooed, caressing my hair.

She then proceeded to give me a box. Opening it, I saw it was filled with ladoos (sweets).

"These are good for your and baby's health," she said, while trying to feed me some.

Rehaan was by my side in a flash, stopping her in a nick of a moment.