Arshi Addictions

Sheesh Mahal

After seeing the last of his guests to the door ASR finally let out a deep sigh filled with fatigue of the last few days. From his official tour to London and Greece to his return to the dark city Lucknow. These past few months have been extremely exhausting.

Loosening his tie the man signalled his staff to leave as well. As his team of workers left Arnav sat on a bench besides the small fountain on the periphery of his conquered land. Like Alexander ASR successfully tookover his land, his roots, his very own Sheesh Mahal. Looking around the place the man felt nostalgic. Years ago this place echoed with his and his sisters giggles and the laughter of their parents. Before everything went down the hill. Now only emptiness reflected in and around the huge structure.

Shutting his eyes for a minute Arnav tried to compose himself. The silence helped him to wear his ASR mask smoothly. But before he could open his eyes a loud bang followed by a light thud from somewhere behind him alerted him about an intruder.

Prepared to attack the unexpected burglar Arnav swiftly turned around only to see something that left him flabbergasted. No masked thief, no knives, welcomed him...rather a woman or to be precise a bride clad in her sparkly red wedding dress stumbled on the cobblestoned path with a troubled look on her face. Looking down at his wristwatch he noticed that it was pretty late for a young woman to appear here at Sheesh Mahal hotel out of nowhere.

He sauntered to get a closer look. However as his eyes locked with hers the rest of the world blurred around him. A nervous, embarassed but beautiful doll faced woman stood a mere feet away from him. But our man did not waver his gaze from the lady in red. With an unknown intensity he looked at her from top to bottom. The dress definitely showed her curves at the right places. When even after a while he did not utter a single word, the woman herself blurted out the reason of her unexpected entry.

Na..namaste..Hum musibat mein hai aap..aap humari madad krdenge kya Suitji?...Suitji?...lagta hai behrein hain..?
(Hey...I am in trouble...will you please help me Mr. Suit...umm Mr. Suit...guess he is deaf or something?)

The word deaf and Suitji made the man come out of the la la land and he gave her a surprised look in return. What sort of a name is that? Is she talking to me? Suit? As in Mr. Suit?!? As in me? ME??? The mam mused.

What the...What did you call me...Suitji? And I can hear everything perfectly! By the way tum ho kaun aur yahan meri property pe kya kar rahi ho??
(By the way who are you and what are you doing here...trespassing on my property??)

Office ka suit pehna hai to wohi bulayenge na...bataya to hai hum musibat mein hain. Humari thodi madad krdijiye na please?
(You are wearing a suit so its obvious...like I told you I am in trouble. Please help me out?)

The way the cute woman scrunched her face and muttered her issues it made her look more adorable if possible in the eyes of Arnav Singh Raizada. Chuckling mentally for the first time in his life the man did what he felt in the pits of his heart. Trusting his instincts for once, the man side stepped and swayed his arm in a welcoming gesture.

Strangely this earned Arnav a million dollar smile, full of happiness. There and then his mind jumped in joy. Never had anyone smiled because of him. And here a weirdly dressed up woman was acting all ecstatic because of his one action.

Sometime passed and getting comfortable in one of the guestrooms of his now Sheesh Mahal hotel the woman spilled the details of her life. Arnavs eyes touched his hairline astonished to hear what led her here at his doorstep.

....ek fraud se shaadi to krne se rahe hum. Bas phir kya tha pichewali khidki se bhaag aaye.Aur aisa bhaage aisa bhaage ki seedha aapki hotel ki deewar falang kar entry maar li..yahan. Simple.
(....could not really marry a fraud now. So ultimately I jumped out of my window and ran away only to stop here, climb and jump across your fence...and look here I am. Simple).