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"What are you doing here?" he asks me, his eyes raking over my drenched body and widening. Instantly, he opens the door further, allowing me to slip inside and grab a towel from somewhere, handing it to me.
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Papa adjourns the meeting and everyone starts to get up and disperse, conversing amongst themselves.
Neil’s not just being a pain in my ass for my personal matters but for my professional life as well. Our company has been trying to get a land under our belt for over a year now and that idiot just went and submitted a proposal that’s 20% more than what the owner had been expecting.
I don’t know how he plans to pay so much for the land, considering they’re broke but he probably came to know I’m looking out for that piece and decided to sink his claws in. And if he gets the deal, our one year’s worth of hard-work and all-nighters that we pulled will be a waste.
So, before he can get the deal, I need to put him up as bankrupt, get Anaya divorced and secure the deal for our company. And while that seemed like an extremely plausible idea sometime ago, now it seems a bit frisky.
A heavy hand lands on my shoulder. “Aayansh,” my dad says, pulling me to a stop. I greet our other members goodbye until it’s just me and my dad left in the hallway.
I know why he has stopped me and I have no idea how to respond. “Yeah?”
“Don’t ‘yeah’ me, beta. You know as well as I do why I’ve stopped you,” he says and shakes his head. “We want to meet the girl for whom you spend over seventy lakhs. It’s been over a month and you’ve not mentioned anything about her still. You remember the deal ends soon, right?”
Six months is what he’d given me to find an appropriate girl to marry myself or he’ll hitch me up with someone of his choice. Desi parents and their need to marry their children off as soon as possible is beyond me. If I ever have a daughter, I’m never going to let her out of my sights until she’s at least forty. If he’s a boy, though, who turns out to be just as much of a troublemaker as I used to be, then. . .
Maybe that’s why Papa keeps insisting on getting me married and not Janki. She’s the fucking parent favourite? Wow.
“Aayansh!” I’m pulled out my thoughts by my dad’s stern voice.
“I know,” I sigh, rubbing at the sides of my forehead with my fingers. Last night, after the debacle at Neil’s warehouse, I stayed with Anaya until late, trying to figure out what we should do and with all our ideas seeming to be unsuccessful, I only reached home early morning.
“You know what? We want to meet her, son,” he insists. “Your mom is so excited she’s already started seeing magazines for ideas to plan your wedding.” I start to interrupt him but he just shrugs. “You know how extra she is. She can’t be stopped.”
“It’s still too early,” I lie. I don’t know what to say. Nothing is going according to what I’d planned and time seems to be slipping right through my fingers. Anaya is still in that house and I’m here and my mother is planning our wedding already. Fucking awesome.
