The Royal Deal

28.

The stronger the man is,
the more gentle he can afford
to be 💅✨
-Unknown

*****

Yuvraaj Singh Shekhawat.

*Thud*

Someone slumped down on the space beside me which was occupied by my wife roughly twenty minutes ago, I assumed that she was back but the fruity smell of her shampoo didn't occupy my senses or her vannila perfume rather it was something fresh more like my sister.

"Where's bhabhi? Asleep?" And she confirmed my guess.
"In my study. Getting ready." I told her without looking up

"Oh, did she sleep? It'll be a long day for her." She mumbled and I felt her keeping her head on my bicep

"Yes." I answered her yet again and she hummed, "For how long?" Came her next question and I looked up from my screen for a second at my sister who was browsing through the pictures she took all through the wedding functions.

She also changed her clothes from her baggy clothes to a traditional purple kurti set which was paired with light jewellery and I looked down at my laptop again.

"Forty minutes." I told her and she gasped, "God, that's so less! How will she sit through the day like that?" She talked to herself in worry just then soft and soothing noise of her bangles jingled in the surrounding

"Hi bhabhi!" Kyna sang and I looked up to see her smiling at my sister. I got her jewellery reduced to a diamond ancestral necklace and earrings given that she's exhausted. She doesn't have to know that.

That's a different thing that it doesn't show on her face, probably because of her welcoming smile or because of her makeup but she doesn't look tired.

Her eyes met mine and I noticed a red hue appearing on her face, she looked visibly nervous for the first time since we met, in fact I don't see her normal wittiness on her face. All I can see is a newly wedded woman who's simply shy but I couldn't let my eyes rule my judgement of her.

She is one unpredictable woman and I somehow happen to always find her defiance amusing than offensive. If it wasn't her who talked to me like she does, I don't know how painful end they would've met. She had the audacity to try to rile me up just a few minutes after we got done with our marriage. She does the absolute opposite of what I say. She shouted at me. Me. No one has the guts to look at me in the eye with the audacity this woman naturally possesses and she shouted at me and stomped out on me.

But I crossed the limit, and I'll apologize to her. She's a royal woman and no one makes Shekhawat women— any woman for that matter—uncomfortable. I plan to keep out of the lines she rightfully draws.

"Let's go." I heard my sister and my trance broke when she was dragged away from my eyes to the seats in which we sat when the plane took off and because it was close to where I was sitting ever since I decided to join my very anxious wife, I could hear little murmuring and soft laughs of both the women.

Aryaman also came out of his room a few minutes later and looked grumpy like he'd kill to get a little more sleep. He sat down beside me grumbling under his breath and that was when I noticed his laptop.

"We've a problem." He told me and I nodded at him to continue speaking. He briefed me about the problem at hand but the bigger problem was her voice and clinking sounds of her bangles getting a larger share of my attention than Aryaman.

It eventually shifted solely on my brother when her contribution to the conversation she was having with Kyna lessened and eventually ended while Kyna still talked.