Aarav just wanted to attend a Royal wedding, never in his wildest dreams had he thought that he would be running away from the wedding with the would-be bride, the Royal Princess of Jaipur.
Maithili did not want to be married at twenty-two, she want...
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Maithili's Pov
It was eight at night when I stepped down from my room after some rest the whole day, Prem as Aarav said the name of the server, who served us lunch upstairs in our room where I and Aarav had lunch together, talking about random things and getting to know each other better.
It was almost scary the way I reacted to Aarav, I listened to his every word intently as if I wanted to know him better, even if knowing that nothing was going to happen, there was no future for us as the way I thought, he has his friends and I was just another addition to his list of friends who he flirted time and again.
As I got down, my eyes went automatically towards Aarav who was talking to Prem, and some girl who looked very similar to Prem, almost identical, I walked towards them and I saw Aarav looking at me and suddenly I was self-conscious as if I wanted myself to look good in front of him for some reason.
He smiles at me as soon as I reach them and points at the girl, "Meet Chaaru, Prem's sister," he says. "Chaaru, meet Monty," Aarav introduces me and my face goes back to an irritated face as I glare at him.
"Monty?" Chaaru says looking at me and I just look at her, I had my face covered in a mask and a shawl with sunglasses, so it wasn't like she could see if I smiled at her or not, "Why are you wearing a mask?" she asks as I watch her intrigued, she was wearing pink color kurti and a black Patiala, her hairs were long, braided beautifully, she wore long jhumkas that made her face look more pretty and suddenly for the very first time in my life I felt self-conscious.
"She has a dust allergy," Aarav answers on my behalf as he looks at me confused as to why was I silent all of a sudden, I looked down at myself, I was wearing the same yellow color Kurti I had been wearing since last week over white leggings, I must have been looking so minimal in front of her but I didn't show it and faced Chaaru.
"Oh, that's sad," she says, not at all looking sad as she gives me a once over and I grit my teeth irritated at the way she is judging me. "Do you need some clothes, it looks like you don't have any," she says looking disgusted, and points at the left side of my kurti where there was some stain I had gotten when I was looking out at the plants on the balcony upstairs and some mud got stuck to it.
I looked back up at her, shocked and irritated, if only she knew who I was and how many more girls like her worked under me.
I stayed quiet and looked at Aarav to see his reaction, he stared at Chaaru, I couldn't see if he was glaring at her or just simply admiring.
"No, I don't need clothes," I say to her when no one spoke anything for the next few seconds, the silence was getting awkward.
"You sure? I'm sure I have some used clothes I don't use anymore, I can give them to you," she says as I ball my fist.
The nerve of this girl.
Despite wearing Ahana's clothes, used ones, it never felt degrading, as she never made it seem like a big deal. Yet with just one sentence, Chaaru managed to make it sound cheap.
