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Chapter 34 :
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"Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Rai Mehrotra", spoke the woman in front of Arnav and me, her tall figure wrapped in a floor length emerald green silk dress. The off shoulder dress was in an even match with the emerald diamond jewellery she was wearing. Her bob cut cinnamon hair was a perfect combination for her pale skin with freckles. Her honey brown monolid eyes were as perfect as they seemed in the New York magazines.
She's Dravid Huang, a half American and half Chinese supermodel.
"Evening to you Ms. Huang", replied Arnav extending his hand for a handshake as I smiled. She turned to me before holding onto my shoulders softly and said, "You're such a beauty Mrs. Rai Mehrotra. A supermodel like you so successful at a young age has really brought some envious gaze and whispers", her tone silky smooth despite being a lady in her early 50s.
I smiled in response, "It doesn't matter until someone is bugging me. And you know it well", I spoke.
She nodded.
"I couldn't get married because I was just too focused on my career but now since you're married, how's your married life?", she asked again. It was unusual of her to ask something personal. She's always very professional outside her bedroom but today it seemed different. Neither her eyes were shining nor her smile was full, like how it used to be.
"It's smooth to say", I replied.
"Anika, I'm here nearby. I need to meet someone. Will you come or stay here?", he asked, softly as a pretence.
"I'll stay", I replied shortly with a mild smile. He nodded and left.
I and Ms. Huang talked for a while and soon she had to go so we hugged each other. But the moment our bodies collided, she whispered in my ear, "Be careful. Each block on the floor has a trap. Be careful which you step on", and even before I could respond or ask something, she had already walked away.
I met her today for the second time after a fashion week in New York years ago. But whatever she spoke seemed eerily strange to me. I couldn't comprehend the message she wanted to convey to me through those puzzled words.
Something bigger and wider is being planned. A conspiracy.
While she walked away, I noticed a star tattoo on the side of her forearm. It was exactly like the one Arshi and Yumi had. What the fucking hell is happening?
Sighing in frustration, I tried to calm down before starting to look for Arnav. My gaze roamed around the hall until it stopped on the man dressed in black suit and red shirt. There he is. But he isn't alone. That leech of his is sticking to him.
Of course it's his ex-fiancée. I'm not jealous but I don't like her.
I didn't walk towards them but walked towards the drinking counter. Ordering two shots of Black Velvet, I sat down and fixed my gaze on the lovely couple which included my husband and his best friend, alias ex-fiancée.
