Like most hotels in Rajasthan, The Rajwaras too was a renovated palace, transformed into a heritage hotel.
The rooms were spacious, and equipped with all modern amenities including WiFi, yet the traditional Royal architecture transported me back to the times when India was ruled by Kings and Emperors. The bathroom even had a claw-foot bathtub to complete the traditional look.
Avinash had helped me check in, before he left for his home. I was too tired from the day's travel. Changing into my comfortable pajamas and blue tshirt with multiple holes I snuggled into the soft feather mattress bed. Brute jumped up on the bed, curling into a large ball near my feet.
"Good night boy." I wished him before switching off the light and calling it a night.
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"I am not your nanny, kid." Anwar snarled from the other side of the line.
"Anwar, Chakraborty told me to ask you if I needed anything." I begged into the phone.
"You are impossible kid." He disconnected the call. I couldn't understand whether that meant he would get the permission for Brute to be allowed in the public parks or monuments.
I received a WhatsApp notification from an unknown number after a while in the form of an e-flyer.
'Pawsome Day at World Trade Park Mall'
Hate leaving Tommy home, while you enjoy window shopping at the mall? Not anymore! World Trade Park is organizing its first ever Doggy Day Out. Bring your Tommy and let him paw around at the World Trade Park Mall.
Time: 10 A.M. to 8 P.M.
Not the park or the fort, yet something was better than nothing. I hated the idea of sitting in the hotel room for two whole days.
Another WhatsApp message beeped. It was from Anwar.
Anwar: This is the last time I am doing this crap for you.
Me: 😘😘😘😘😘😘 You are the best handler ever.
Anwar: You can oil as much, but next time you call me, to pull more strings for your dog, I am going to make sure both you and you dog are suspended from College of Espionage.
Me: My dog has a name 😡😡😡
Anwar: Yes. His name is Pain-in-the-Ass.
He went offline and immediately the land phone of my room started to ring.
"Hello?" I spoke into the receiver.
"Hello ma'am I am calling from the reception," A woman said from the other end, "Your ride is here."
"I didn't book a ride." I said bewildered.
"Please stay on line for a second." She requested.
"Hello Ma'am this is Gaurav Vohra your chauffeur for the day." A man spoke from the other side.
"But I didn't book any car," I said, my voice reflecting my confusion.
"Mr. Avinash Chauhan must have booked it on your behalf. The booking voucher is in his name. But your name is mentioned as the name of passenger." Gaurav Vohra informed me.
"Where am I supposed to go?" I asked indignantly. I had told Avi that I was not going to go for those city tours.
"Wherever you want to go ma'am. The booking doesn't mention any specific destination."
"Oh okay." I replied. Atleast now I wouldn't have to worry about finding a yellow cab. "I will be down in half an hour." I told the chauffeur and put down the receiver.
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