"Wait, is this room secured?" She looks around in haste.
"Ofcourse, mom. That's why we are talking here." She nods.
The ring of her phone filled the room and she picked her up. "Ahh yess, I am coming."
"Its okay. I'll join you in ten minutes." I said before she could. We both stood up and she kissed my forehead.
"Be safe. Okay? And always remember that your mom is always with you." I smiled. She grabbed her clutch and left.
A moment later, the team joined me again.
Mrs. Rathore couldn't hide her disappointment at seeing the trash condition of one of her masterpiece. I don't even bother to apologise.And why should I? For designing my dress with the weakest fabric available on earth?
Behind her, Anya walks in, with a black saree in her hand.
"Bhai told me what happened, Bhabhi. So I brought this. I guess this will go with your current makeup and hairstyle and It won't take much time for you to wear as well. Also, this saare is very precious. We will be grateful if you wear this today." She said admiring the fabric with love.
"Thanks Aanu."
"But Mrs. Sehgal, we have strict instructions for the dress code. " The old lady interrupted.
"You have them from Sehgals, right ? And I am one,as well. I am asking you to get her ready in this. I don't think there should be a problem in this ." If not a designer, whecanbea lawyer as well.
The women nod, stiffly.
"Good. We're waiting for you." She directed the last part to me and closed the door on her way out.
The three ladies did their magic again and made me ready. The outfit was a glamorous black saree adorned with sparkling embellishments. The saree features a sleeveless blouse with a cutout on the right side, adding a modern touch to the traditional attire. It was an old saare with a modern touch. My look this time was completed with minimal make-up and jewelry. My hair was left as they were before. It was simple yet elegant.
And easier to carry.
"Okay, Mrs. Sehgal. This will be all for now. I hope this time the dress will not be ruined." Mrs.Sethi give me a stinky smile which I donot bother to return. "Also, we found this in your previous clothes." She place a black device on my hand and left.
I looked at the device more closely and then my eyes widened. A shiver ran down my spine on realising what it was.
A microphone.
Who the hell...?
I grit my teeth and curled my fists. "Who else."
I sometimes, really regret saving him that day. I should have let those good for nothing shooters shoot him in his over working skull. Dammit."Did he hear everything?" The question left my mouth. I know nothing can be done now but I can't sit here relaxed when I know that he probably is planning out there to ruin my plan.
"Shittttttttt" I cursed and throw the device shattering it into peices. He really needs to be in my way. His day don't pass without fucking with me around. And it's high time, he gets the taste of his own medicine.
I move out in haste and stumbls into a wall. I remove my face from the wall and saw him smirking down.
Someday, I am gonna wipe that smirk.
"Easy wifey. Where to in such a hurry? "
"To pass a strike-sharp knife through that deranged unhinged skull." I gritted.
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