Thakur's Hidden Desire | 18+

24. Reception

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Jairaj POV

I was sitting before the mirror, while the designers showed me different sherwanis for the reception eve. They had got the best ones for me, and now I could choose any of them.

"I think the green one is good."

Arjun suggested, checking upon a parrot green kurta. He cleared his throat intentionally to remind me of my wife's choice. I chuckled a little at his attempt.

"No greens!"

I replied, asking the designers to discard all the greens from their set they were carrying in their hand. He frowned at my words.

"Why?"

Arjun asked, irritation evident in his voice, as he perched beside me. His hands folded before his chest, and he flared like a small notorious kid.

"I have already worn green so many times. What is she wearing?"

I answered blatantly, and asked one of the servants about the lehenga that she had chosen for her.

"A lavender lehenga, chhote thakur."

The man replied, and I hummed, followed by gawking at the sets again.

"Hm....this lavender one. This is final."

I said, selecting a set of lavender coloured sherwani for me, with beige pyjamas and shoulder wear. Small mirrors and furbelows decorated it beautifully.

"Sometimes I think I can never understand you. I thought you started hating her."

Arjun blurted out, resting his back on the couch comfortably.

"I had almost pushed the state into a communal war for her. I cannot give up on her so easily. Let's see how long this takes."

I asserted when all the other men except me and Arjun had left the room for a few moments. My mind went back to the day when I had seen her eyes for the first time, the painting that hangs in my red room and the day she arrived in a red lehenga as my bride. She is phenomenal, and a little childish perhaps.

"So you....are trying to go for twinning tonight."

He enquired, smirking devilishly at me, and I smiled back.

"Perhaps yes."

I replied, when the men came back, and I undressed the t-shirt off my body to wear the sherwani.

"I wonder why she chose lavender over green."

He spoke in a low voice, but loud enough for me to hear it.

"Green is not her favourite."

I said, as they trimmed my beard. I felt so honoured to know her choice.

"Then?"

Arjun enquired, picking up the book kept before him.

"It's pink......baby pink to be more precise."

I exclaimed, smirking slightly. Arjun gasped, and threw the book on the table again.

"Is this why the men out there have changed the entire theme of decoration from red to baby pink? You ordered them?"

Arjun spoke. He had stood up being frustrated because I have commanded people to re-decorate everything after it was all done.

"Hnn!"

I hummed, not being affected by his body language.

"You are obsessed!"

He spoke sternly, making the designer men gawk at us with confusion evident on their faces.