Siblings who had solace in the presence of each other, get trapped in the web of fate and luck, embark on their saga how they battle through the game of destiny called life, shielding each other from any problem hurled towards them.
This twenty seve...
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Heart quivering hard, as if would break free through the cages of ribs. Niharika wiped her palms on the surface of her pants, she fixed her coat as she stepped down the cab. Her sight travelled around the marvellous hotel's building. Hands curled around the surface of her beige muffler, cold winds gushing over, sending a shiver down her spine.
Her trip from Delhi to Serbia was an adventure, her first international travel. Roshni had sent an executive from Agastya's office to guide the new bride with the things. Whole way she kept remembering her conversation with her sister in law.
"Are you sure I should go?" She asked the teenager.
"Of course, tickets are booked." She grinned at her phone, "Bhai might- he will get furious but this is your chance to express you love for him, don't let it go."
She was uncertain. However life's other name is uncertainty. Nothing is fixed, anything could go wrong or maybe right at times? It was her chance and she will take it.
"What suite is Mister Agastya Singhania in?" She asked on the reception. After they asked, how could they be a help to her.
"Deepest apologies ma'am, we cannot disclose any information about our guests." With a sincere look plastered on his face, the receptionist offered her an apologetic smile.
Niharika fished out her passport, "I'm his wife,"
He checked it. Showed it to the general manager. "Ma'am we understand. However Mister Singhania is a high profile guest, due to security reasons we need confirm with his team."
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"Sir, shall we leave?" Nirav asked his boss, "Madam Singhania has already reached the hotel." He informed, collected the laptop and files.
Cigarette held between the two of his fingers, Agastya smoked out, "Come again?"
Nirav smiled, nervously. Did he say something wrong? "Sir, Madam is here."
He gave his assistant, a nod. Niharika was here. Interesting. A smirk graced his face, "Let's leave."
Convoy of cars sped on the roads of Serbia, stopped in front of the hotel. He stepped down, clad in a black suit, black glasses sat on top of his nose. His ravishing aura creating an atmosphere of regality and intimidation. He trod straight to his suite, ignoring the many greetings from the hotel staff.
A woof revernated around as he opened the door, "Hi," he said nonchalantly.
His wife rolled her eyes, how she had planned to give him a scare. She sighed, not letting her spirit dim down. "So," her waved her hands around at herself, "Surprise," she burst a party bomb. Colourful glittery paper sprinkling on the couple.
