Aryamann's POV:
"But this is comfortable," she said with a frown on her face.
"There will be paparazzi out there, Ms. Basu. I can't take you out in this," I said, pointing at her dress.
"Seriously? What I wear should not be their concern, Mr. Mehrotra. I should wear what is comfortable for me," she said, annoyance clear in her voice.
"Listen, Ms. Basu. I don't have time to fight with you. Come on. Let's get going," I said and walked out without waiting for her response.
She hurried after me, talking all sorts of rubbish about personal choices and wishes. I simply ignored her and got into the car, with her following me with a huff of annoyance.
I drove straight to my mother's personal designer's boutique.
"Why are we here?" She asked me as soon as I stopped in front of the boutique.
"For your makeover," I said in a monotonous voice.
"I don't need a makeover, Mr. Mehrotra," she said angrily, and I rolled my eyes, got out of the car, and dragged her along with me.
"Mr. Mehrotra, it is such a pleasure to have you here," a salesgirl, who might be in her mid-twenties, greeted me with a sickeningly sweet voice. An obvious attempt to flirt.
I saw Bhumi rolling her eyes at the woman's behaviour.
"Call your designer," I said coldly, without sparing that woman another glance.
"Sure, Mr. Mehrotra," she said again with that sickening smile.
Can't she take the hint?
I am here with a girl in my arms for crying out loud.
She walked away to call the designer.
"Seems like you have quite a number of fans, Mr. Mehrotra," Bhumi murmured, audible enough for me.
"Jealous?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You wish," she said with a scoff.
"Aryamann, darling," Natalie Sinha said, coming towards us with a smile.
The woman in her mid-fifties is a close friend of my mother. She had been around since I was young.
"Hello, Aunt Natalie," I greeted her with a kiss on both of her cheeks.
"Who is this lovely girl?" She asked, smiling at Bhumi.
"I am Bhumi," she said, flicking her hair in attitude, and Aunt Natalie looked at her with an amused expression on her face.
"Aunt Natalie, meet Ms. Bhumika Basu. My girlfriend. And sweetheart, this is Natalie Sinha. A very famous fashion designer. Also, Mom's closest friend," I said, making the introductions.
"Aww, she is a pretty little thing, Aryamann," Aunt Natalie said, and Bhumi grinned.
"Aww, thank you, Mrs. Sinha. You look stunning. If you are this beautiful at this age, I can't imagine how you would have looked when you were of my age. You might have been the little heartbreaker of your time," Bhumi said, winking at Aunt Natalie, who laughed out loud in response.
"That I was. Until I met my husband. And sweetie, call me Aunt Natalie."
"Sure, Aunt Natalie."
"Aryamann, she is a keeper," Aunt Natalie told me.
"I know." I said, mentally rolling my eyes.
"Now tell me, darling, what can I do for the lovely couple?" She asked.
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WIFE : BOUGHT AND PAID FOR
Romance"Why do you care?" He asked with a sardonic chuckle, making me wince. "Why do I care? How can you ask that? Why shouldn't I care? Are you that blind, Aryamann? Don't you see that I am falling for you?" I asked, looking straight into his eyes with my...
