Karanveer's eyes narrowed slightly. "So, how are things progressing between Agastya and Meera? And what's the stance of the King of Pali?"
Armaan took a deep breath, about to respond, when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen and his expression changed.
"Sorry, Pandit ji, this is urgent," Armaan said, apologizing as he picked up the call.
"Harshith bhaiya? What's up?" Armaan asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Harshith's voice was crisp on the other end. "Armaan, I need a favor. Arrange a safe place for us to stay in Jaisalmer. We'll be arriving by tomorrow morning."
Armaan's eyes widened. "Jaisalmer mein? By tomorrow morning? Kyu?"
(In Jaisalmer? By tomorrow morning? Why?)
"Can't discuss over the phone, Armaan. Just get it done. And keep it discreet," Harshith replied, his tone firm.
Armaan's mind raced. What was Harshith involved in? And why Jaisalmer?
"Consider it done, Harshith. Main kuch intezaam karta hu," Armaan assured him.
(I'll arrange something)
As he ended the call, Karanveer's curious gaze met his. "Everything alright, Beta?"
Armaan hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "Yes, Pandit ji. Just some unexpected plans. I'll fill you in later."
Karanveer nodded, his expression thoughtful.
Archana returned, and Armaan bid Karanveer farewell.
Karanveer smiled warmly. "Take care, Beta. May the divine guide you."
As Armaan and Archana walked away, Karanveer's expression transformed. A knowing smile spread across his face.
"Jaisalmer," he whispered to himself, his eyes glinting with intrigue.
He turned to the Krishna idol beside him, a playful glint in his eye.
"Oh, Prabhu," Karanveer said, his voice low and reverent, "you seriously know how to play. The game's afoot, and the pieces are falling into place."
Karanveer's gaze seemed to bore into the idol, as if seeking confirmation. The idol's serene smile seemed to hold secrets, and Karanveer's eyes sparkled with understanding.
"The desert winds will soon carry whispers of destiny," Karanveer murmured, lost in thought. "And I sense Agastya and Meera's love will be the catalyst."
With a satisfied nod, Karanveer turned to leave, his footsteps quiet on the temple floor.
The Krishna idol watched him go, its enigmatic smile hinting at the unfolding drama.
Armaan dropped Archana at the mansion, ensuring she was safe inside before heading to his office.
As he settled at his desk, he dialed the number of their business' associates in Jaisalmer.
"Vikas, it's Armaan. I need a favor," he said, getting straight to the point.
Vikas' warm voice filled the line. "Armaan sir, what can I do for you?"
"I need accommodations for some guests in Jaisalmer. Tonight till upcoming few days...," Armaan explained.
Vikas hesitated. "Sir, it's peak vacation season. Foreigners flock to Jaisalmer this time of year. All good hotels are booked solid."
Armaan's brow furrowed. "What about alternatives?"
"Well, there are some local houses available for rent...but they're not exactly luxurious," Vikas suggested.
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Historical Fiction"Pyaar toh Aaj bhi hum unse utna hi karte hai, par ilzaar iss Janam mein shayad na ho paye" Meera's words went unheard as she sat in front of the mirror, dressed as bride. (Even today I love him the same amount, but maybe I won't be able to express...
