Aap Koun Hai? PT 1

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When I step out I am met with a bunch of eyes peering at us, mesmerized at something I can't see.

They are all dressed so elegantly, in silk gowns and pearls and all sorts of jewelry and here I am in my jeans and shirt.

I furrow my brows as I notice people whispering looking at me.

We both stand rooted in our spot, as Vihaan types away on his phone not caring about the stares, and I watch awkwardly at the mingling crowd.

It's more overwhelming up close than from a distance in Vihaan's car. The massive white ship, that towers at least a million times above me, casting a long dark shadow over my body to the crowds below on the dock, every inch on them screaming fortunes and expenses

I take time to examine each of their faces. I have seen most of them in either ads, commercials, or magazines. All business owners, models, politicians, actors and so on. My stomach flips and turns as I realize that I have written about some of them on my website. My blood recoils and immediately I avert my gaze from them. Exactly what I feared.

But before I can tug Vihaan and ask to leave as quickly as possible, a man approaches us.

I lurch at their friendly reaction to each other and although I want to leave my curiosity it simultaneously piqued. Do they know each other? I need to know. He looks oddly familiar and my brain immediately rushes to remember him.

He seems to be in his mid fifties, but his enthusiasm is one of a child's.

" Vihaan my Boy!" He shouts , walking up to us .

Vihaan turns around, and when their eyes meet, his entire demeanor changes, he shoots a smile and he stuffs his phone.

"Kabir" he laughs and they both hug, while my eyes flit between both of them. What is going on??

"How are you?" He asks.

"Good good. And you?"

I zone out of their conversation, my eyes squinting at the strange man. He is very famous. I know I've seen him in a magazine or something.But where? I chide myself to remember.

Finally the man turns to me , a smirk playing on his lips. He leans closer to Vihaan and whispers quite loudly "Is she the girlfriend?"

He blinks processing the information.
But when he does Vihaan gulps, his eyes widen just remembering me , and he looks between us, his mouth struggling to say the words. "Umm uh Yes" he drawls

"She is so pretty. How could you even think of trying to strangle the poor girl?"
Kabir laughs and I smile at the compliment.

Vihaan rolls his "I wasn't -"

"What's your name dear?" The man cuts him off.

Vihaan folds his hands in irritation, from the servers who were going around with trays of wine and champagne, he calls one over and takes a glass of the dark red liquid.He doesn't care anymore.
Instead, he returns back to the phone.
What's his problem? I wonder. He's been pretty grumpy since the drive.

But Kabir prompts me to answer the question and so I divert my attention there. Either way I shouldn't be worried about Vihaan of all people.

"Payal" I purposely don't include my last name. I am hundred percent sure he would know my father and he doesn't need to know I am his daughter.

"I am Kabir, owner of Golden Kabir"

I widened my eyes, realization dawning in them... how could I not know?? He owns the most expensive jewelry brand in the city.