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"What are you doing here?" he asks me, his eyes raking over my drenched body and widening. Instantly, he opens the door further, allowing me to slip inside and grab a towel from somewhere, handing it to me.
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“We’re late, Janki!” I yell for the hundredth time, standing at the bottom stairs of our duplex.
“Two minutes, bhai!” my sister shouts from her room upstairs, for the hundredth time too.
“You’ve been saying that for the last two hours! If I get late to this charity and Papa yells at me, I’m telling him it was his precious daughter who took two fucking hours to wear a gown and put on blush,” I groan.
This wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. And because I’ve sworn away from women, I usually take my sister as my plus one which is turning out to be more a headache than if I had to take a woman.
Janki takes hours to put on clothes and some makeup and we’re always late because of her but my parents don’t see that and yell at me for being late.
It’s seriously always the older siblings that have it worse and no one gets it.
I sigh, take a deep breathe and try again, “JANKI!”
“STOP YAPPING. I’M COMING DOWN IN A MINUTE!” she screams bloody murder and for a second, I’m frozen in place.
This girl is such a pain in the ass. I love my sister but I hate the she’s such a nuisance.
Our family is the host for today’s charity event for cancer patients and we’re already twenty minutes behind time. It will take us about half an hour to reach there and if there’s traffic — which there always is because this is Mumbai — we’re definitely not reaching on time.
“Jan—” my words die because finally, finally the door to my sister’s room opens and she comes down.
She looks beautiful in an emerald green dress, light makeup on her face and her hair in some kind of a fancy up-do tied to the back of her head but honestly, I would rather swallow poison than ever tell me sister she looks lovely so I opt for, “Two hours of using makeup costlier than an average person’s monthly rent and a dress that could rival the entire budget of today’s event and yet you still manage to look ugly. How crazy is that?”
Her eyes slide to mine and she glares at me, her nostrils flaring. I resist the urge to laugh in her face because that would annoy her even more than my ridiculous comment and then she’d throw a tantrum and I’d have to promise to buy her something that would for sure make a dent in my bank account and frankly, I have no time for that nonsense right now.
Janki raises her fist and punches me in the stomach that has me coughing. On any normal day, I’d tackle her to the ground and only leave her when either our parents got involved or we both surrendered but as I said, we don’t have time so instead I pull her out to the car and hold the car door open for her. “Mademoiselle,” I say, rolling my eyes and wait for her to get in.
“Thanks, driver,” she tells me, amusement glinting in her eyes as I shake my head.
Quickly getting behind the wheel, I reverse out of the parking lot and accelerate straight towards the venue.
