Rajveer's charm

3 months ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

As they turned onto the winding road, Rajveer asked for the fourth time, "How long would it take?"

Vrishti patiently replied, "Just take the next right, and then left after that. You'll see a lemon-green two-story house."

Rajveer nodded curtly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Vrishti sensed his growing impatience and tried to reassure him. "I told you, Veer, it's a long route. About two and a half hours from my house in Delhi."

Rajveer's chuckle sounded forced as he tried to appear nonchalant. "No, I'm just thinking your aunt might be worried about you coming late."

Vrishti raised an eyebrow, her gaze piercing through his facade. "How do you know she's worried about me?"

Rajveer's eyes darted towards her, his expression softening. "You mentioned you visit her every birthday."

Vrishti clarified, "I only meet her when I'm away from my hometown."

Rajveer's curiosity got the better of him. "So, you're not from Delhi?"

Vrishti shook her head. "No, I'm from Gujarat, born and raised in Surat."

Rajveer's eyes lit up. "Wow, I love Gujarati food, rituals, and festivals! And I've heard great things about the dandiya dance.I've beaten many Gujaratis in dance competitions!" He laughed, a low, husky sound, as he steered the car around a bend.

Vrishti's right eyebrow arched upward, her gaze narrowing slightly as she shot Rajveer a skeptical look."You think you can handle the dandiya?

" Office course!” He replied with a confidential tone

"Really?" she drawled, her voice laced with a hint of challenge. "In that case, you should definitely have a competition with me too. Who knows, you might just have to eat your words and change your perspective."

Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, daring Rajveer to take her up on the challenge. The air was charged with a playful tension, as if the two were engaged in a verbal dance, each waiting for the other to make the next move.

"Mittu , if you're challenging me, I accept! But don't expect any mercy."

The air was charged with a flirtatious tension as Vrishti nodded, her smile enigmatic. She turned to gaze out the window, her heart racing with mixture excitement and fear .

As they finally arrived at the house, Vrishti directed Rajveer to park his sleek Lamborghini in a small, cozy parking lot. The worker, who was busy watering the plants, couldn't help but gawk at the luxurious car. As Vrishti unlatched her seatbelt and swung open the door, she felt a surge of self-consciousness wash over her. The neighborhood aunties, who were busy hanging clothes on the clothesline, turned to stare at her with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, their eyes scanning her from head to toe as if she were an alien who had just landed in their quiet neighborhood.

Vrishti bristled at the unwanted attention, her discomfort amplified by the fact that the aunties were probably wondering if she was the owner of the expensive luxury car. She knew she wasn't the center of attention, though - Rajveer was. The way the aunties were ogling him, their eyes wide with wonder, made Vrishti smile wryly to herself. She knew that Rajveer's chiseled features and charismatic presence made him a head-turner, and she couldn't blame the aunties for their fascination.

As she climbed out of the car, Vrishti's eyes met Rajveer's, and she felt a spark of connection. She knew that she had to introduce him to her aunt, and she steeled herself for the inevitable questions and scrutiny that would follow. Little did she hope everything would go fine , after Rajveer met her Aunty .

In Vrishti's opinion, anyone can have beauty from within , but wealth was the icing on the cake - the cherry on top that elevated one's allure to unparalleled heights. With Rajveer by her side, she strolled towards the house, exuding a quiet confidence that commanded attention.

As they approached, Vrishti warmly greeted the worker, who was still gazing at the Lamborghini in awe. With a gentle smile, she reached out to touch her feet, seeking blessings on her special day. The worker, taken aback by her humility, bestowed upon her a heartfelt

“

Happy birthday my child. May your life be long and blessed. “

As Rajveer watched the tender moment unfold, his eyes widened in wonder. He had never seen anyone in his social circle show such reverence, not even his ex-girlfriend Shanaya. Vrishti's gesture was a breath of fresh air, a testament to her humility and respect for tradition.

The woman's words, "You always remain the same, whenever you come to Aunty's house, and always show me your respect. Except one thing - you become more beautiful than before," made Vrishti giggle, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Rajveer's gaze was captivated by her radiant smile, and he felt an overwhelming urge to capture the moment, to freeze time and make it his own.

The woman's eyes darted from Vrishti to Rajveer, her expression curious. She seemed to sense the palpable connection between them, the unspoken understanding that hung in the air like a promise. Rajveer's eyes, still locked on Vrishti's face, conveyed a sense of fascination, of being utterly smitten. The woman's glance lingered, as if acknowledging the spark that had ignited between them.

Vrishti hastily introduced Rajveer as her friend, deliberately downplaying his significance to avoid sparking unnecessary gossip. She knew that if anyone discovered his true identity as a wealthy businessman, the rumor mill would spin out of control. Society's prying eyes would never accept that a high-society magnate like Rajveer could befriend a middle-class woman like her without ulterior motives.

Mohini, the worker, might have accepted their friendship at face value, but Vrishti knew that others would not be so kind. They would jump to conclusions, assuming the worst, their minds clouded by preconceived notions of class and status. They would reduce their relationship to a mere physical connection, neglecting the depth and sincerity that truly existed between them.

Vrishti's cautious introduction was a shield, protecting their bond from the harsh judgments of others. She hoped to keep their friendship pure, untainted by the gossip and speculation that threatened to suffocate it. Little did she know, Rajveer's presence would soon set off a chain reaction, challenging the very fabric of her world.

As Mohini led them into the cozy living room which was a serene oasis, bathed in warm, golden light that spilled from the tube-lights . The walls, painted a soothing cream, provided a calm backdrop for the room's inviting furnishings. A sturdy wooden table, its surface polished to a warm sheen, stood at the room's center, surrounded by two plush sofas in a rich, velvety fabric. The sofas, a deep, burnt orange, seemed to glow with an inner warmth, inviting all who entered to sink into their depths and linger.