The Perfect Match

Unpredictable Arjun

Even before I could reciprocate to the scene, Arjun sped the engine and we left.

Dad was on wheelchair? Was it really him? Or was it my illusion?
I doubt! He was such a fit man...or did anything happen to him?

I saw him in the family photo...was he there on the wheelchair? Shit! I didn't notice.

I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly this thing hit me. A few predictions were made by an astrologer around ten years back and he had told some shocking things that were meant to happen in my life.

I laughed my ass out on him and even threatened mom dad to never call such useless, fake people in our house again. He was the traditional Banarasi pandit and we had heard a lot about how learned he was. But, then I just made fun of all his predictions.

Though I don't remember much about what he had told my parents about my life but I very well remember that he had once said that my life would be in danger...I don't remember when! He had also said that many things are going to be destroyed. The family with which I will be associated ( husband's family) will also be destroyed and the person will be someone from our own family.

Rubbish! I had declared it then but now it is making sense. I don't remember anything about what predictions he made for my personal life...maybe, he had already predicted my destruction!

I have to meet him...if that could warn me about any further troubles. Don't think I have this sudden belief in astrologers and fortune tellers awakening inside me, it's just that I am scared. I am scared that I may lose Aahana and Aryan and all my friends while I try to get away from Arjun. And if anything like this happens to me...I swear I will end my life that instant.

I think I should meet him...but is he even alive? He was old, I remember. And what if he isn't living here in Delhi?

These thoughts kept on swirling inside my brain when the car came to a hault and I realised we were home. Just like those chilly autumn wind that sweeps away the dry leaves with it, the thought of meeting the astrologer also flew away like those leaves.

I had piles of works to do and the top most of them was approving the final design of Paris Fashion Week that is to be held in March this year...and that's just next month!

Happy realisation Amaya!

The work needs to begin...the budget, signature outfit, showstopper outfit...oh gosh! I have to do a whole lot of work.

Arjun told me that he had an important work to finish and he will be back home soon!

So? Why should I care? You come home early or late or you Fuck Disha or...wait, the last one doesn't sound nice! Eww...Disha and Arjun? Ofcourse Amaya, they are getting married.

Ughhh! Whatever.

I didn't say anything and went inside the house. Grandma wasn't there in the drawing room and Pooja was up with a glass of water and a hot news for me.

Okay, not that hot!

"Amaya ma'am, do you know Disha and Arjun sir are going to Rome for their honeymoon?"

Rome? Oh! Arjun and his love for historical stuffs! So he is going to share this love of his with Disha and there he took me to Switzerland, knowing that he hates cold places...well, I love it but still! I never asked for it. We didn't love each other then. He could have told me. I mean...why am I even thinking about it?

"Where do you get these rubbish news from?" I asked, Ofcourse annoyed to maximum extent.

"I am sorry ma'am," she said, lowering her head.