Aarav's POV
What the hell is she doing her? Who gave her my address?
She was seeing me with wide eyes. She was looking really cute in that suit. My sight went on her neck. She was not wearing the mangalsutra. It made me upset.
"But wasn't it you who called off this wedding?" My inner voice asked me.
"But still she is my wife she should have not removed it." I reasoned out.
"Very sensible of you right. You left her on the road at night and refused to call her your wife? What do you except her to do? Wear it and roam so that people question her who was her husband" my inner voice said sarcastically.
"You should be on my side because whatever I did was right. Why are you defending her?" I was getting frustrated.
"I know whatever you did was right." My inner voice again said with sarcasm.
"Shut up." I yelled in my mind.
I went and hugged mom. I pretended to see Sachi for the first time. Mom introduce her saying that she is going to do the interior of my room. Mom took her to the kitchen and I went in my room to freshen up and Ace followed me.
Soon it was dinner time and she was still present here. What is she still doing here? Why has she not gone back to her place. We all had dinner together. We were leaving to our room. I saw her moving towards the guest room. I asked dad and he said that mom has forced her to stay here. What was the need to do that mom?
After sometime, I went and knocked on her door. She opened the door and I hold her and pushed her inside the room and closed the door. I turned her and her back got dashed with the room door.
"What the hell are you doing?" she asked in anger.
"That's what I want to ask you. What the hell are you doing here? Are you following me?" I asked her in equal rage.
"Are you mad? Why will I follow you?" she asked me and looked at me in confusion.
"For the property and to claim your rights as my wife." I said and she looked shock.
"Are you out of your mind? You think really high about yourself. Aunty told you right that I am here to do the interiors of your room. If I knew you lived here, I would have never agreed for this work." She said in anger.
"You have not started the work yet. Just come up with an excuse that you can't work and go from here." I said to her.
"Why will I do that? I will continue with my work. I have given aunty my word that I will complete the work within a month." She said.
"I know why you are doing all this so that you can come in the good books of my parents. Later you will reveal that we both got married so that they accept you as their daughter in law. What a mastermind you are? I must say nice plan. I have met a lot of people greedy for money and property but I have never seen someone like you." I said.
"Leave" she said and I was looking at her shocked.
"I said leave before I yell making uncle and aunty to come here. Leave." She said loudly.
I quickly left her room and came in my room. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep but my mind was just showing me her face. I was getting restless with each passing second. I got up and went to washed my face with cold water. I came back and tried to sleep. Soon I fell in deep slumber.
I got up and quickly got ready. I went to have breakfast. She came down wearing a blue suit and her hairs were open. I was not able to take my eyes off her. She looked at me and our eyes met. She quickly diverted her eyes. She was looking gorgeous but something was missing. She looked all gloomy and sad. Was it because of what I said yesterday?
She came and sat beside mom. She smiled and greeted mom and dad but ignored me. She was eating her breakfast silently.
"Aarav talk with Sachi and tell her all about your preferences so she can start her work." Mom said and I just nodded. I finished my breakfast and left towards my room.
I was collecting all my files when I heard a knock on the door. I turned my head towards the door and saw Sachi standing there. I told her to come in.
"Sir I need to know your preferences so that I can start with the designs." She said softly. I didn't like the way she was calling me sir.
"Ask what ever you want to ask." I said. She asked me everything required for her to start the design like what type of curtains I preferred or how spacious I wanted my room to look and many more such kind of questions she asked me. Her smile was missing.
"What colour you want your room to be?" she asked me.
"I have not thought about it." I said to her.
"What is your favourite colour?" she asked me.
"Blue." I said.
"Will blue do for you?" she asked me and I just nodded.
"Sir can you give me your fiancée number." She said.
"Why you want her number?" I was confused.
"I have to ask her preferences also then only I would be able to make designs." She said.
"No. I don't want to have anything in my room of her choice." I said and she was giving me a weird look.
"Don't give me that weird look. Her favourite colour is pink. I don't want to have anything pink in my room."
"ok sir" She called me sir again.
"What is your favourite colour" I asked her.
"What!" she said with a shocked look.
"I asked you what is your favourite colour as your colour choice would be good." I said but was it even true.
"White." She said in a low voice.
"Do one thing keep the theme of the room blue and white. It will look good." I said and she just nodded. I don't know why I asked for her favourite.
She was still gloomy. Did I say a lot yesterday? I should apologize from her.
Before I could say anything, her cell phone rang. She looked at the screen and smiled brightly. Who called her and why is she smiling brightly?
She picked up the call but didn't spoke anything.
"Let me speak. I have reached safely and I am absolutely fine. I missed you my bullet train." She said to the person on the call. Who has called her? Why did she say that she missed him?
"Listen I am making the design today and clearing the space also. I want you here tomorrow as the work will start by tomorrow." She said.
"No. I am not staying at the hotel. I am staying with them in their mansion." she was talking as if I was not there in the room.
"I would have loved to share the apartment with you but I know that your family also lives here so spend your time with them. I am going to stay here with them so don't worry about me. I want you here tomorrow. Bye." She said and kept the call. What does she mean? She wouldn't have a problem sharing an apartment with him. Who was on the call? Is he really that special to her? Is he the one for whom she ran away from her own wedding? I was restless to see her gloomy but now her smile was making me restless and angry.
"Sir I need you to shift all your stuff from here so that I can start my work." She said with a plain face.
"I will ask the servant to clear the room." I said to her. I want to know who was on the call. I was really anxious to know about him but she just left the room.
I reached my office. A lot of work was pending as I was not here for two days. I was having difficulty in concentrating at my work. Again and again, the same question was running in my head. Who was that stupid fellow on that call?
Sachi's POV
I came down to have my breakfast. I greeted uncle and aunty and simply ignored him. Even if I would have just smiled at him, he would have assumed that I was trying to develop a soft corner in his heart. I was really upset with whatever he said to me yesterday.
After breakfast, I went in his room to ask about his choices and how he wanted his room to be designed. I didn't even feel like talking to him but I can't let him come in between my work.
"Sir can you give me your fiancée number." I said. I don't know why but I was feeling bad.
"Why you want her number?" He asked and gave me a weird look.
"I have to ask her also about her preferences then only I would be able to make designs." I said.
"No. I don't want to have anything in my room of her choice." He said making me shock. Doesn't he love her?
"Don't give me that weird look. Her favourite colour is pink. I don't want to have anything pink in my room." He said. Oh! so that's the matter.
"ok sir" I said. How dumb of me to think that he doesn't love her? He clearly loves her that's the reason why he called off our marriage.
"What is your favourite colour?" he asked me making me stunned. Why he wants to know my favourite colour?
"What!" I yelled unable to believe my ears.
"I asked you what is your favourite colour as your colour choice would be good." He said.
"White." I said in a low voice.
"Do one thing keep the theme of the room blue and white. It will look good." He said and was smiling. Why is he smiling?
My phone rang indicating Riya's name. I quickly picked up her call.
"Hello! Why didn't you call me yesterday? How are you? Did you reach safely? Did you meet them? Are they good? I have settled all the work here and...." She started talking continuously without letting me speak
"Let me speak. I have reached safely and I am absolutely fine. I missed you my bullet train." I said to her. I really missed her asking me nonstop questions.
"Listen I am making the design today and clearing the space also. I want you here tomorrow as the work will start by tomorrow." I said to her.
"Which hotel are you staying?" she asked.
"No. I am not staying at the hotel. I am staying with them in their mansion." I said to her.
"Ok. You know, I thought we will stay in the same apartment but my parent asked me to stay with them." She said in a low voice.
"I would have loved to share the apartment with you but I know that your family also lives here so spend your time with them. I am going to stay her with them so don't worry about me. I want you here tomorrow. Bye." I said and kept the call.
I told Mr Rude to shift all his belongings so I can start my work and left his room. Servants were shifting his stuff. Soon the room was empty. I asked the servant to help me take the measurement of the room. After the measurement were taken, I went in my room and got busy in making the designs.
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