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I stepped out of the shower, only to find he was gone. I checked my body temperature, I had a mild fever. I walked out to ask for some paracetamol but the maid offered me lunch first which I declined politely. However, she persisted, saying it was Mrityunjay's instruction to take care of me, which infuriated me. His mixed signals were driving me insane.
Later, Akshita bombarded me with questions, and as I replayed the events, I felt like I was being torn apart, inch by inch.
Akshita cursed me for revealing everything, and when I feigned memory loss, she cursed me even more. She suggested I return to the Haveli and explain everything to him. I decided to leave and meet him, but my feet froze at the entrance as his last words from the morning echoed in my mind. I couldn't bring myself to go there, not when my presence would only tear him apart like it had earlier.
I decided to call Maa but my PA's reminder flashed on the screen. 'Ma'am the reality show's judges will reach in three hours. You're coming right?'
After handing the keys to the caretaker. I stepped out of the flat when the nameplate caught my attention, "Mrityunjay-Vidya" was engraved on the wooden base in italics. I felt so overwhelmed, his actions have more impact on me than his words and this sudden silence between us is really heart- wrenching. I booked a cab and rushed to the office in a hurry.
In two hours I reached my hotel. The preparations were done perfectly by the staff. I cross checked the staying rooms of the guests and their welcome gifts.
As I stumbled towards the cabin, my vision suddenly blurred. I blacked out for a few minutes. When I came to, I slowly opened my eyes, taking a moment to adjust to my surroundings and recognize the familiar faces of the staff. A searing headache gripped my temples. Sukruti, the in-charge of the VIP corner, approached me with concern, asking if I was okay. I managed a weak nod, struggling to sit upright on the sofa.
"Did they arrive?" I asked and took the glass of water from Aman's hand.
They passed each other mixed glances. I repeated my question and Aman answered, "Ma'am actually.... You were unconscious for the last three hours and we had left with no option so...."
Three hours? Hai bholenath, fir se ek disappointment... I've failed my position several times and now again when these guests and their arrival was much needed for my hotel's publicity.
"So what?" I asked in low voice.
"So we called Mrityunjay sir to welcome them...."
"Why? Why you guys called him out of everyone? Where is Samridhi? She could've welcomed them in my absence." I burst out.
"Ma'am we followed the rule, the VIP guests have been welcomed by the owners since years and Rudravanshi sir had went" He justified.
