The Royal Deal

15.

My moral in life is simple,
you treat me good,
I'll definitely treat you better.
-Unknown

*****

Connaught Place,
New Delhi.
The Next Day,
2:00 PM.

Yuvraaj Singh Shekhawat.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

My fingers tapped against the wooden table in a soft rhythm. My jaw ticked along with the ticking sound of my analog.

I make the people wait and this woman, she has the audacity to agree to be here and still be tardy?

Five more minutes and I'm leaving.

I leaned back on my chair, manspread and my eyes fixed on the entrance with a glare.

This was an appreciable space, least chaotic and prim. The lights were delicate and perfect for this time of the day and my space was filled with aroma of different cuisines. Chatter from the two tables across me distracted me as I observed the staff ran errands.

The table for two of us had sharp ends and my chair which was exceptionally comfortable now made it difficult for me to maintain my posture.

I remembered the pained look in her eyes from yesterday and it gave me a reason to sit for a little longer.

I was traced back to yesterday. Her russet brown eyes are an ocean of deep emotions that can change in a snap of fingers. They shone in radiant happiness when I told her that her demands must be fulfilled, just for a second but that moment felt awkwardly comforting, then they raged in destructive anger and I saw a hint of defeat in them for a flick of moment when she accepted this agreement last evening.

My curiosity dragged me here, a woman so persistent on not marrying me for her self respect was at stake and ready to bear losses, suddenly agrees to marry me? That too by her own will? I am not dumbfuck.

The rhythmic tapping sounds of my fingers increasing with each passing second and my scrutiny scared people off from my radar.

The door got pushed open and her highness stepped in and my fingers stopped on their place as my eyes followed her movements.

Her cotton grey saree almost got stuck in her heels but a cautious step stopped her public embarrassment, her beige overcoat consumed the length of her hair which are noticeably let down.

She stumbled towards the reception counter and now her back faced me until she tilted her upper half back and our eyes met though her hair strands slapped across her face and stuck to her lips.

She turned back and remained immobile for a second before she walked towards the table reserved for two of us in long strides

"Mr. Shekhawat." She breathed and I just observed her keenly. Her chest heavied with her raged breathe and red hue covered the lighter portions of her honey skin

"Glad that you graced me with your precious presence." I remarked leaning back on my chair and I watched her eyes travelling lower to my torso and parted legs.

"It's... I'm sorry, traffic... School... I really didn't mean to." She fumbled with her words and struggled to form a proper sentence, her fingers gripped the chair opposite to me and I simply nodded in affirmation

"Take a seat." I offered and she nodded before she took her overcoat off and hung it on the chair. My eyes traced the visible smoothness of her curls and the soft texture of her skin.