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Straightening the white dupatta over my right shoulder, I glanced at my white anarkali suit. I had simply matched the outfit with a pair of small oxidised jhumkas and had left my hair open. It didn't matter if I didn't like the people I was gonna meet. Getting ready made me happy and I'll do it.
Spraying some Dior perfume on myself, I walked out of my room making my way to the ground floor.
Dadi and mami are here in my mansion in New York because they are going to see the boy they had selected for me.
He was— Arnav Rai Mehrotra.
7 days ago...
"How much is this car?", I asked the salesperson standing near me, pointing at the black Rolls Royce Phantom.
"Ma'am it's 10.48 Crs only", he replied.
These people added 'only' like the car cost nothing but 10.48 rupees.
I liked its design and I needed to replace my current one. Taking off my sunglasses, I walked around the car scrutinizing its design and its built up style. My obsession for Rolls Royce was never-ending.
It shone under the showroom lights, highlighting its beautiful shadow black colour. It was just so polished that I felt like tracing my fingers over it for the whole day.
"Bring me the papers", I asked the boy who nodded and was about to get the documents when not the interrupting voice but the words definitely annoyed me.
"Bring the documents to me", it was a deep voice, that came from my back. Is have ignored it, but something in me compelled me to turn around.
Turning around I faced the man and inhaled a sharp breath. Handing over my purse to my secretary, I walked over to him.
He was well dressed in a dark blue suit and pant which was very much similar to the newest piece of Louis Vuitton, I had seen at the shopping mall a few days ago. Hair styled back and a golden Rolex rested around his wrist. The red tie around the white shirt's collar was tucked under the deep blue waist coat.
He stood there in his shining black boots with his hands tucked in his pockets. A man dressed in a light blue suit and pant was standing at the back, holding his boss's bag and a file.
I looked up at his eyes. But for the very first time, my breath was stuck at my throat after looking at a man's eyes.
He had deep grey orbs. His face was indeed well proportioned and sharp but they lacked any emotion.
I shook away my thoughts and said, "Excuse me, don't you know it's highly impolite and unprofessional to meddle in someone else's business?"
He turned his gaze from the salesperson to me. I felt slight shivers for I don't know why.
