Parvati Nair is born out of necessity and desperation.
The necessity to complete Shyne Inc.'s insurmountable project and the desperation to reunite two estranged souls.
With T minus 30 days to complete the project, will Project Parvati succeed? Or...
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"But, where are you taking me?" I asked, taking small steps, unsure of the ground beneath my black block heels.Allfourof my remnant senses overworked themselves as they tried to calculate the safest path for the rest of my scarcely athletic body.
"You'll know." He chuckled and clasped my hand tighter.
It had been over an hour since my eyes were first acquainted with the black cloth which soon became their blindfold. Honestly, it was getting to me now.
"Okay, now turn around and keep your eyes closed. Open them when I tell you to." He said and brought his hands to the back of my head, sliding his hands past my neck as he did so, causing me to flinch.
I felt the cloth fall down to my neck, disheveling my hair. I hope it is worth whatever comes next though. Sid knows better than to mess with my hair.
"Okay, open your eyes!"
I slowly opened my eyes and my eyes lit up.
It was a beautiful spot by a lake. The moonlight reflected off the beautiful blue waters of the lake, the silver sparkle shimmering everytime a fish swam around in the region. The trees were laden with fairy lights and a beautiful checked picnic blanket was set in the middle of the little natural gathering, accompanied by a humble bonfire.
"This is beautiful! Did you do this yourself?" I asked him.
He scratched his head and walked up to me, his gaze fixed on my face.
"Mostly. I just got a little help from a junio-"
"Sid Bhai! I'm sorry I got a little late but I just couldn't find an ice box for your champagne." A young man scurried to us, holding a red ice box in his hands.
"-a little help from a friend." Sid smiled, walking up to the younger lad.
Sid patted him on the back and took the ice box from him. I twirled a lock of my hair with my fingers, my facial muscles tired of smiling. My face was getting sore.
I wonder how all those models do it. Huge respect.
"Bhabhi, do let me know if you both need anything else." He smiled at me, making eye contact for about two seconds before looking elsewhere.
He had a pair of striking hazel eyes, which reflected the flames from the bonfire, adding an odd charisma to his otherwise nerdy face. Those disheveled brown locks gave an impression that he had been running around for quite some time now. His childish features and lean build gave an impression that he hadn't hit his growth spurt yet.
This guy was a late bloomer. But, from what I know, these late bloomers almost always outshine their fellows. I bit my lip in pity and adoration at the same time. How that was possible, I had no idea.
