Dil Jaanta Hai | ✔

thirty-one

||CHAPTER 31||
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No, it wasn't that moment where I looked into the mirror and didn't identify myself due to the heavy make-up and smokey eye or hoop ear-rings. I had been styled many times, but yeah, these stylists did a fabulous job too.

But it was that moment where I was a bit too nervous, because though my job here was almost done, I still had to keep my side of the deal, and that meant appearing at the wedding where more obnoxious people would arrive, myself included.

"Why are you guys nervous?" I asked the cat-eye spectacled girl, since all of them were looking pretty tensed when I saw them through the mirror.

"Uhm," she cleared her throat, "Do you like your look?"

I raised my eyebrow, "Well, considering the fact that I don't like this stupid wedding and yet no one is asking me whether I like it or not, you guys have done a pretty decent job."

The second girl, with a weird nail art, placed a hand on my shoulder, "Your life will get better honey, don't worry."

I stood up, trying to remove the physical contact, "My life's pretty good, Mother Teresa, I'm just not on board with the wedding. But you should be happy, you guys just got paid."

The guy who was responsible for my hairdo winked at me, dancing his index fingers of both hands at me. I smiled back.

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I have noticed that all kinds of paparazzis have a common, irritating question, and each time they asked it, I've felt like punching them on their faces, just to let them know how I felt.

The whole crowd of reporters were firing questions that were more difficult than the Physics retest I gave, but the one young girl with a mic to catch my reply waited restlessy for me to answer her question about how I felt about this marriage.

"I'm not the bride," I said in a clipped smile. "Am I supposed to feel anything about it?"

The security pushed them back, now allowing them to take my photographs only. Aryan was standing a few feet away from me, we had arrived at the same time, but apparently no one was interested in asking him how he felt about his uncle's marriage with her ex-girlfriend's mother.

When our eyes connected, I walked towards him, and he smiled.

"Vika darling," he hugged me, "I think we are living in the parallel universe."

I laughed, I got the irony in his tone.

We posed for some pictures before we were ushered inside the hotel's elevator, just him and I.

"Abhi bhi mauka hai," he said as the body guards left us alone inside the lift. "Bhaagna hai yaha se?"

"Kyu?" I looked up at him innocently, "Mujhe apne family me welcome nahi karoge?"

"Pagal hoon kya," he scoffed.

Leaning against back of the box, I smirked, "Mere liye ab bhi ho, shayad."

He laughed shaking his head. "Behave Vika darling, aaj sabki nazar is shaadi pe hogi, aur tumhe is cheez ka fayda utthana hai."

Last night, at the party, when we talked, I didn't think he was as serious as I was.

"You're still in for the stunt?" He asked when I didn't say anything.

"Why wouldn't I be? Peheli baar tumne apna dimaag use kiya hai pranks ke baremein sochkar."