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Straightening the white dupatta over my right shoulder, I glanced at my white anarkali suit. I have simply matched the outfit with a pair of small oxidised jhumkas and have left my hair open. It doesn't matter if I don't like the people I'm gonna meet. Getting ready makes 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 have selected for me. He's Arnav Rai Mehrotra.
7 days ago...
"How much is this car?" I asked the salesperson standing near me pointing at black Rolls-Royce Phantom.
"Ma'am it's 10.48 Crs" he replied.
I like it's design and I need to replace my current one for extra use. Taking off my sunglasses, I walked around the car scrutinizing it's design and it's built up style. My obsession for Rolls-Royce is never-ending.
"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 which exuded dominance.
Turning around I faced the man and inhaled a sharp breath. Handing over my purse to my secretary, I walked over to him.
He's well dressed in a dark blue suit and pant which is the newest piece of Louis Vuitton, I had seen it 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 the 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 has deep grey orbs. His face is so well proportioned and sharp but it lacks any emotion.
I shook away my thoughts and spoke, "Excuse me, don't you know it's highly impolite and unprofessional to meddle in someone else's buisness?"
He turned his gaze from the salesperson to me. I felt slight shivers for I don't know why.
"Do I look like I care Miss?" He questioned back.
That's why I hate men of such type. Their ego is so high and they're really good for nothing.
"I don't care how you look like but I have already decided to buy this car and you can stay out of it. You look decent, wealthy and professional enough to not stand and argue about a mere car. Aren't you?" I spoke holding onto my straight face before turning towards the salesperson.
