Dhruv felt like giving up on everything.
As always he woke up before Mahika.
They takes turns sleeping in the bed and the swing in the balcony.
After freshing up he went downstairs to have his breakfast to see his bhabi and newlyweds sitting in the dining table with his father and grandmother.
Great drama. He thought rolling his eyes sensing the tension in the air.
He was currently on the way to company in his Kia.
Dhruv was feeling like drowing and falling at the same time.
He searched his drawers for antidepressants to realise that he left it at home. He tried to calm himself.
Today marked five years after their first meet. He still remembered that day as if it was yesterday when he first met his sunshine.
A 23 year old Dhruv was with his friends riding their bikes around the university.
Suddenly a girl in a beautiful yellow kancheepuram saree jumped in front of his bike. I hit the breaks just in time but the sudden shock made her trip and fall down.
"Oyy madam do you have a death wish ? " One of my friends called out.
I got out of my bike and helped the girl up who was still brushing the dust off her.
"Are you fine? "
That was when I saw her face. And damn she was nothing more than fine.
It was the most mesmerizing angelic face he had ever seen.
Those black eyes seemed to talk to his hazel ones. Her hair bun had come loose and black lucious locks that reached her waist , fell down her back. A big jhumka, a waist chain with intricate temple work and yellow glass bangles were her only accessories. There was a black beauty mark under her heart-shaped lips.
She was screaming at him for making her fall. But he wasn't even listening to it. She didn't know yet that it was him who fell. A small smile played on his lips as he tried to ingrain every small detail of her in his mind. He was never really the type to believe in love at first sight. But right now he didn't care if it was attraction , love or lust. He just wanted to be hers.
"Won't you even tell us your name? "
"You will never find out. " She scoffed.
"Is that a challenge sunshine? " I said smirking.
"Don't call me that. " She frowned.
"Okay Sunshine. "
"You know what, I'm out of here. " She said exasperatedly.
"Next time then."
"There won't be a next time. "
And that was the day the Casanova of their University decided that the fiery goody two shoes was going to be his.
He smiled through the tears as he remembered that day. Later in their time together they used to laugh recalling that incident. But now his sunshine was not with him to light up his life with her laughter.
"Do you promise?'
"I promise you. No one will ever replace you. You will always be my one true love. "
Rehan was currently on the way to his wife's maika.
Without his consent of course.
Pag phera was a ritual in which the married daughter went back to her house first time after the marriage.
What's even the point of these? They just say each other yesterday. He was not heartless and was not against these rituals but Arya really didn't look that comfortable at the idea of going back to her home.
Bhabi had told him to lose the suit and wear something Desi. Hence here he was wearing a black kurta.
Arya was wearing a red saree with big earrings today. He straight brown hair were let down. This was the first time he noticed the sindoor on her forehead and the mangalsutra.
Was she wearing it to convince her parents. I bet even god doesn't know what goes through her head.
I turned on the radio and ambarsariya started playing.
"Can you please change it?" A small voice said.
"Wait what did you say? "
"Can you change the song? "
"I thought I heard another word. One that is spelled p l e a s e. "
"Oh god. Can't I be polite now. '
"Slow down please. So THE Arya Mehta can say please and be polite? I don't have enough energy to handle all that information. "
"You are unbearable. " She scoffed.
"Oh I know that. " I winked at her.
I don't know if it was my brain playing games , but he did see a whisper of a smile on those cherry red lips of Mrs Singhania.
At the house we were welcomed by her mother. Her smiles were faker than the grades of my students.
She took us to the living room where Mr Mehta was waiting for us.
He hugged Arya who seemed to have become inanimate object. As if she had programmed herself to behave a certain way. She hugged him back stiffly.
What the hell is wrong with this family? He was not at all comfortable.
He noticed that Arya was sweating profusely. He took her hands in his. This calmed her down a bit as she allowed herself to relax a bit.
Rehan honestly didn't know what made him do it. He just did. He still hated her the same but in that moment he had wanted to let her know that he was with her.
Mrs Mehta took her daughter to the kitchen to talk and he and Mr Mehta was left alone in the living room.
"So Rehan. What do you teach at that college? " Mr Mehta questioned.
"History. "
"So you don't participate in any of the company matters?" He said raising an eyebrow.
"Not much. Just when my father or brothers needed me to. "
"The Mehta's and Singhanias were always good friends with each other."
"With all due respect sir. I have never seen you before the wedding. "
Mr Mehta's laugh filled the awkward silence.
"Why didn't you join any of the companies boy? "
"It was not my forte and I always loved to teach and learn new things. "
"Still don't you feel that you should be the headmaster atleast. You are a Singhania right? "
"You are right Mr Mehta I am a Singhania. But that doesn't give me the right to overthrow a person in a higher position who has more experience and wisdom than me. "
"You can. But you just don't know how to. Yet. "
Mrs Mehta came in with the drinks at the same time. He was relieved. That man was getting on his nerves.
"I have set the table for lunch." She said expectantly.
"I made all your favourite dishes." Mrs Mehta said serving Arya some chaval.
"That's so sweet of you mummy. I didn't know that my favourite dishes include shellfish which I'm allergic to? "
I didn't know that and I guess her mother didn't either seeing her burning face.
We didn't stay much after lunch and excused ourselves telling about the reception in the evening.
His wife seemed more relieved than him to get out of there.
"Are you okay? "I questioned her confused.
Her face was scrunched up in a frown and she was tapping her hands nervously.
"Yeah I'm fine. " She said with no emotion whatsoever.
"There's the heartless Arya Singhania I know. " I winked at her again.
Veer was supposed to be in a meeting with a client. This was going to be a really important deal for the Singhania industries.
Their rivals , the Shekhar's were trying so hard to sabotage it.
The Shekhar's and Singhania's rivalry go way back, to the time of our grandfather.
If the Singhanias were heartless then the Shekhars were heartless and soulless. Especially the men. I was disgusted just by the thought of what all they have done , abusing and mistreating many women and children and getting away with then because of Money , smuggling drugs and God knows what else.
He was an entirely different person in the office. This was his second home. It was also were the ever stoic emotionless and shrewd Singhania lived.
The meeting was with a man named Henry Walter who was planning on opening a new showroom for his multinational furniture firm. His architects had worked tirelessly to design the perfect plans. If this went well it meant profit of millions and free publicity.
"Sir the clients are in the conference room. " One of his employees said.
Nodding I got of my room and started following him to the room.
"Goodmorning gentlemen." He spoke.
A bunch of goodmornings chorused. He saw the owner of the company Mr Walter , his PA and Mr Sharma his agent.
"Let's start shall we? "
The head of our marketing department Neha started the presentation on my cue.
"So Mr Singhania , is this all the designs you have got? "
"Is none of them to your liking Mr Sharma? "
"It does have some good ones but the Shekhars have shown us better ones in my opinion. "
"Then you should be there finalising the deal Mr Sharma. "
I turned towards Henry.
"Mr Walter , do you always let him talk on your behalf?"
"Of course not and i find these designs lovely. " I nodded
"Thank you mr Walter. " Neha said.
"Lovely is not what our company needs Mr Singhania. Maybe we should have asked for a meeting with Raghav Singhania afterall. " He rolled his eyes uninterested in the drama he was trying so hard to create.
"Mr Walter I'm asking you this again. Are these the designs you have being looking for?"
"Actually yes Mr Singhania. They are perfect. I think we can go forward with these. "
"Excellent. " I said finalising the deal.
"Mr Sharma can I talk to you for a moment. " I requested.
"Well ... Uh.. of course" the said man mumbled
"When did you decide to become one of the dogs of the Shekhars? "
"I don't know what you are talking about. " He said clearly stuttering
"But I do. "
"I am Veer Singhania.
"If my grandfather created this company from dust I grew it using my sweat and blood. "
"So don't be over smart with me. I am not even intrested in you and still you are afraid of me. What will happen if I get invested Mr. Sharma?"
"A small advice for you. Always know who you are dealing with. "
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Good morning/afternoon/evening
Here's today's update.
After finishing this I think that it's more like a filler chapter but don't worry more drama will be available at the reception of Mr Rehan and Arya Singhania.
So what do you think about our brothers?
Dhruv really did love that someone didn't he?
A completely new side of them right?
How do you feel about the growing dynamics of our rehya?
What do you think about THE Veer Singhania?
I need a suggestion from you guys. In the next chapter do you want the pictures of the couples' outfits or just the description?
Thank you so damn much for the reads, comments and votes. I try to reply to every comment you guys post because it feels so good to communicate with my readers.
And to my silent readers. I love you too.
Your author was feeling a bit depressive today. Hence the boring late update. I planned so much for this but nothing really clicked.
So sorry for that.
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