“I'll get the snacks”, she smiled and got up from her seat.
She was dressed in a golden saree with a brocade blouse, perfect for the occasion.
She looks like a firecracker herself!
Rudra stared at her unabashedly, as she walked into the room. Hid fondness for her was clearly visible in his eyes.
They were having a house party at Rudra’s home, which marked the start of the Diwali celebrations.
This was the best part of the entire year; festivities and occasions and getting togethers with your close ones.
“So, when are you guys getting married, officially? Now you both stay together as well.” One of the guests asked.
“By the middle of the next year, for sure. I'm just waiting for the elections to get over and I'm preparing my best so that we win this time too.” Rudra replied warmly.
“Ofcourse you'll win. Your father's name is the most trusted name in this region. People adore him.” He tried to motivate him.
“But I am contesting for the first time and I'm a little nervous.” He said with a weak smile.
“You guys need to relax and stop talking about work. It's a party, enjoy it for a while!” Kalyani said, as she brought the snacks tray in.
All the decor and food were personally selected by Rudra. He was very keen on hosting the party and wanted to make it a memorable one. It was very rare that he got time to attend events and this one was very special for him.
“Kalyani, this is my uncle Param, and a close friend of our family. He also serves at the head office of our party and is an elite sponsor. Without his contribution, our manifesto and agenda would not have come into fruition.”
Kalyani folded her hands and greeted him. “Please take some sweets, uncle. I'm glad to meet you.”
“You are ofcourse very traditional, just like Rudra described to me. But I am a bit more inclined by the principles of the West and would rather prefer a handshake over a Namaste.”
He slid his hand into hers and held her in a tight grip, prolonging the handshake.
She didn't like it a tad bit. But she was respectful and smiled, not pulling away, trying to not act rude.
She didn't want to believe her intuition, but something about his touch didn't feel good. It felt weird and creepy. But he was Rudra’s uncle and she didn't want to hold a stereotype against him.
That was her mistake. Not reacting is as equal to consenting.
“I'll be right back. I forgot the drinks.” She got up with an excuse to leave.
She headed towards the kitchen. Rudra's parents were in the other corner of the house, greeting the other guests. And Kalyani’s mother was seated amongst the guests who had gathered for the traditional dance performance in the terrace gardens.
There was no other person in view. Not even the house helps, for they had left on their festival break.
And Kalyani had to herself attend to the guests.
She arranged the glasses on a tray, when she suddenly felt a cold hand on her back.
“Your blouse is loose. It might fall. Here, let me fasten it for you.”
Even before she could comprehend what was happening, those cold pairs of hands pulled at the string on her blouse and opened it.
“What..?” She mumbled, turning around, trying to hold her clothes in place. She was facing the same creepy man, Param.
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