𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

five

Amara

I am all ready, in my light pink saree, it's an organza saree with a velvet blouse. I wore my matching light pink heels to gain some height to match the saree, the flowy texture of the saree added to its beauty, it was a simple plain yet beautiful pink saree, it has the shine, the glaze touch and with my diamond earings and Michal kors Parker analogue watch, it looked more beautiful. I wore my matching bangles in my other hand and put on a light makeup and for my hair, I left it free, Open dancing in the air, with the rhythm of waves.

I look beautiful, it made feel happy, the saree hugged my curves perfectly, I looked on the mirror and and felt the beauty radiating from me. I wore my favourite dark feminine energy perfume. It's good, a little too much bold but I love the way it is.it was suggested by di to me. She said it matches the writer personality in me. Only she knows that I write, and few months back she, also discovered the type of books I write. And from the day, she started saying that I deserve this perfume cause of the aura, I have as the author of my books.

I can't believe, right now I am wearing the same scent, to attend my sister's mysterious wedding reception. I am little scared for her, what would happen if mumma papa gets to know about it. Our parents are amazing, but still they are brown parents, I mean can they take it lightly that their elder daughter has gotten married in an unknown country, that too without informing them.

I hope everything just goes right.

I looked last time in the mirror. My Kohl filled eyes, depicting the power in them.
I grabbed my Siri's gift. Afterall she's married. I have lots of things for her. But the main gift is this eternity love beads bracelets. This was what I got for her, on my last trip to Paris, I had been their alone, exploring the city. I stumbled upon this old church and they gave these bracelets to me for my loved ones. Well I don't have a romantic partner yet, but if I do get one, I would go back to Paris and get them for us.
Only if he would agree.

I drove to Roselle Palace, the luxury of the palace and it's architect is a sign of how royal and expensive this place is. This is extravagant, and my sister deserves every bit of this extravagance. Her life has been full of fights, miseries, sadness, and problems so now she deserves every bit of the happiness.

I called di.

"Di, where are you? I am at the palace." I asked her.

"I am on the second floor, come jaldi. I wanna meet you so badly. Ps I need your help, I am a little dicey about this look." She said, I ran, I mean I tried to move, penguine walk cause, 1- I am wearing saree, and 2- that too with heels, while I have feet who have problem walking straight, without stumbling even on a flat surface. Yay this girl is Ms clumsy queen. So I moved towards the second floor, through the big transparent lift this palace has. Though the stairs were more royal and extravagant, I let my feet feel the comfort of standing still.

I was about to click the button for the second floor, as a hand entered the lift door, stopping it from closing. It was none other than, the Italian businessman with grey eyes who has stolen a piece of my heart.

Our eyes connected, his eyes moved from my eyes, to face, to my body and my toes and again meeting my eyes. His jaws clenched, as I senses a palpable herat beat risiing within me from his gaze.

He stood by mynside and then entered another guy. It is Rudra Thakur, my Di's boss, and now her husband and my jiju. I knew him, we had met before few times in some of the parties my sister had forced me to come. I felt a little awkward of what I should do now, shall I strike a conversation with him. The button to second floor pressed.