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【34】 Ghar Jamai?

As soon as I stepped down the last stair, I saw Nandini and Dhruv.

They were dancing on one of their favorites by themselves as Manish Bhaiya made Ridhima wear the Mangalsutra.

I'm also eager to dance on that one song. But it requires more than me and my curiosity; a man.

I sneered at myself as if I was not fantasizing Ruvit with me on that song a moment ago.

I hid the shoes once again with the help of other girls.

Ruvit descended from the stairs and stood beside me.

Did I say how Handsome he is looking in his Baby Pink Kurta Pyjama?

Well, it kinda matches mine.

I glanced in his direction as his side profile came into view.

Very Few people have attractive side-profiles and yeah, Ruvit is one of them. No matter in which direction I look, he looks Perfect.

His Long eyelashes, his nose just so aristocratic and such a Sharp Jawline are the Perfect view of the day!

Although his gaze was fixed on the couple, I know his mind is occupied by me and that's what I like about him.

Hehe…I love it when all his attention is on me, especially his all-black universal eyes. It's like they are enough for all the Love I crave.

My staring journey took a break as My phone rang. An unknown number?

It was just then Ruvit looked in My direction.

I picked it up and went afar from all the commotion going inside.

"Five years ago. Rain. A Car Accident. Your Grandfather. Dead."

10 words! It only took 10 words in 10 seconds to take all my breath away.

My heels froze to the ground, unable to move even if I have to.

No!! No!! No!!
It can't be.

My Grandfather, Mr. Vignesh Agarwal, a 73 year old man—when he died.

He was Known as the God of Business with the name ‘War’.

No one knew about his personal life, even his name was mysterious, just like me.

That day when he got into an accident—from where he never returned—spread breaking news all over the world.

It was rumoured that he had suicidal thoughts before his death. But I don't trust them.

My Grandfather's death wasn't any note of suicide. Someone killed him on purpose!!

I was 21 at that time and studying at Oxford University. I went back home on vacation just to witness his dead body.

Since there was no evidence or even a mere word regarding his death, we decided to let the media think whatever they wanted.

We decided to not disclose grandfather's identity as Vignesh Agarwal! We let it be recognised as ‘War’.