Her Only Saviour

8. Dinner

"Nandini come downstairs quickly we're getting late"

Bhai screamed like he's the bride huh.

Fixing my heels and taking my phone and bag I made my way down stairs.

"Meri baachi kitni pyaari lag rahi hai" I looked up and saw dadu and sk smiling at me. Vishu and raj bhai's mouth hung open. Ok it means I'm looking good.

"Ok let's go they're waiting for us" Dad interrupted our moment.

I nodded at him and all of us went outside.

Dadu, sk and dad went in one car.

Me, raj bhai and vishu went in another.

After 45 minutes, we finally stood in front of Parth’s maternal house.

Correction: mansion.

Because of course, it couldn’t just be a house.

We made our way to the entrance and found almost everyone already seated in the lavish living room.

“Arey dekho, mera dost aagaya!”
Mr. Senior Singh Oberoi—yes, that’s what I’m calling him because my brain refuses to function normally around him.

He walked up and hugged Dadu warmly.

Seriously, Nandini? Mr. Senior Singh Oberoi? That’s the best I could come up with?

Before I could roll my eyes at myself, I heard Anika aunty call me.

“You’re looking so beautiful, Nandini. Bilkul pari jaisi.”

I smiled, cheeks turning a little pink at her sweet compliment.

“Arey, first let them enter, bahu,” Dadi chuckled, motioning us to sit.

We all settled down on the plush sofas, and—

“Nandini Diiiii!”
Ah, the Oberoi twins. Rudy and Saisha came and wrapped me in a hug.

“Hi, handsome. Hi, pretty,” I smiled at them. They beamed at the compliments.
Such sweethearts—unlike a certain someone who never smiles like a human being.

Wait... why am I thinking about him?

Snapping out of it again.

“Where’s Parth, by the way?” Vishu’s voice broke the short silence. Good question. He did call during the drive, asking if I had reached.

“Oh, he’s at the office,” Kamini aunty answered, ever so proudly.
“You know my beta—so hardworking. He never compromises when it comes to work.”

More like overacting ki dukaan. I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He’s anything but hardworking.

“Oh, I’ve seen that,” Raj bhai said with a flat tone, clearly a veiled jab.

I noticed the twins—Rudy and Saisha—trying very hard not to laugh. Smart kids.

“Acha woh chhodo... Nandini beta, muh kyu utra hai?”
Gauri aunty’s soft question made me realize I must’ve looked too serious.
Truth is, I was holding back laughter from that little scene.

“Nothing like that, aunty. I—”

Screech.

A car halted outside, loud enough to make everyone turn.

“He’s here,” Aunty said with a smile.

I turned instinctively, and the moment I saw him, my breath caught.

Who the hell looks that sinfully good in formals?

Messy hair like he just rolled out of bed in the most attractive way possible.
Those tailored clothes hugged him like they were custom stitched onto every inch of his ridiculously fit body.
And those honey-brown eyes? They were staring straight at me.