ROYAL REPLACEMENT [ON HOLD]

CHAPTER 3: MEETING HIS MUMMA

When Sahar woke up the next morning, she found herself on Abhimaan 's side of the bed.

'So much for sleeping on our own side,' she mocked herself, but to her relief, Abhimaan wasn't in the room

She stretched, feeling the tension in her muscles ease. It was already 12 in the afternoon, but given how late she fell asleep and the midnight drama, she considered waking up at this hour an accomplishment.

After completing her morning routine, Sahar decided to indulge in a long, relaxing bath. She filled the tub with warm water, added some bath salts, and sank into the soothing embrace of the water.

'This feels great,' she thought, laying her head back against the edge of the tub, allowing the warmth to seep into her bones.

However, her peace was short-lived as persistent knocks echoed through the bathroom door, followed by Abhimaan 's voice calling for her.

"What?" she snapped, irritated by the interruption.

"Sahar, get ready fast. We need to go somewhere," he informed her.

Sahar couldn't help but smile mischievously. 'If he wants me to hurry, I'll do just the opposite,' she decided, taking another leisurely thirty minutes in the bath.

To her surprise, Abhimaan didn't knock again or make any more attempts to rush her. When she finally stepped out of the tub, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and entered to the connected closet.

The closet was filled with extravagant clothing, none of which was casual. Making her realize that she needed to get her clothes from Mr. Rajawat's house.

"Great, another torture," she muttered to herself.

After another ten minutes of searching, she decided on a beautiful velvet suit. The weather was slightly chilly, making her choice of outfit fitting. She wore a long dark rani pink kurta that reached her ankles, featuring a round neck and long sleeves adorned with delicate embroidery. It was paired with matching color cotton pants and a dupatta, and she completed the look with gold metallic stiletto heels.

Stepping out of the closet, she found Abhimaan seated on the bed, engrossed in a phone call.

"One second," he said in the call, and putting aside the phone and looking at her for a few moments he asked "Done?"

Sahar was, but to delay him further, she claimed she still needed to do her makeup and hair. Abhimaan just nodded and returned to his call.

Just like the closet, the dressing table was already stocked up with makeup and other beauty product.

She took her time applying her daily makeup, intentionally slower than usual. The only deviation from her routine was her choice of lipstick-she opted for a berry pink shade instead of her usual brown nude.

After finishing her hair, Sahar turned around to find Abhimaan calmly working on his laptop, completely unbothered by the delay she had caused.

'Seriously, isn't he getting late?' she thought, feeling frustrated that he wasn't getting frustrated despite her intentional slow pace.

"I'm done," she sighed, almost annoyed that her tactic hadn't worked.

Hearing her, Abhimaan closed his laptop and looked at her again. The dusky tone of her skin glowed against the vibrant color of her outfit, but it was her lips, colored in a dark berry shade, that held his attention the most.

"What? Aren't you getting late now?" Sahar asked, feeling uneasy under his intense gaze.

"Yes," Abhimaan cleared his throat, grabbed his suit jacket, and moved toward the door.