Chapter 3 - HIM-The feared one

Vansh laughed out loud and said in between " Beautiful! nothing is wrong with him, he only wants everything, to be perfect and we all know how special today event is, and no one fears him, we all respect him."

"Huhh, as if I do not see him barking orders on everyone, compelling them to do work in his way, firing anyone he wishes and, you never take my side when it comes to your dearest brother" she taunts him giving utmost importance to 'dearest'.

She spoke up again before he could voice out anything" And Why don't you shift permanently with your dearest brother! You no longer will have to trouble yourself to come for your things anymore".

"No way! I am only living with him for the days you are here. I am not a mad person to live with a control freak."

"Ofcourse who would live with someone who drinks a lot!" Shanaya completed his sentence with an expression he did not understand.

"He does not drink a lot! he only drinks when he is in a bad mood or stress."

"He is in stress every day!" she again completed his sentence and arched her brows in the expressions 'I am telling you!'. .

"He just drinks 4-5 times a month, Shana!"

"4-5 times a month is a lot of Vanshu! someone will ȧssume him as a drunken man if he continues to do so!"

"This much care for him, hmmm, should I keep an eye on both of you to witness something interesting?" he chuckled and pulled her cheeks.

"Shut up! I am least interested in him and, I do not care about him so stop ȧssuming things!!" hitting hard at his hand that was pulling her cheeks, she glared at him while rubbing her cheeks to ease the pain.

Smiling innocently, he spoke arrogantly to divert her mind" By the way you should consider yourself lucky that I allowed you to stay in my room. You should know this that no one enters my room, be it, anyone."

"Aww! my baby! Best friends should have such privileges, right?" pulling his cheeks, she walked toward him and placed her hand in his extending hand.

Taking her hand, he stood up and together they walked out.

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Standing in the stairs of the back door of the Rathore mansion, Shanaya strokes her left arm with the right hand, when she felt a cool breeze touching it, reminding her of the upcoming winters.

She saw the sky full of stars which seemed to be illuminated by the waxing gibbous moon and, noticed the lamps and lights used to decorate the spacious, verdant, tree-shaded and well-maintained backyard of Rathore's Mansion was eliminating the slight darkness of the night.

At the centre of the backyard was a big fountain, its wave ascending high to reach the height of the sky and falling back to meet its origin, acting as the confluence of the Earth, Water and Sky.

Looking around, she descends the stairs when she saw a group of women dressed elegantly, to reach them.

"How's everything?" smiling, she enquired.

"Oh, dear, everything is perfect! From decor to the foodservice, everything is excellent, just like, expected from a Rathore family" beaming, one of the women, in her 50's with a chubby face, answered.

"Thank you, please enjoy it" saying it, she moved to others.

The backyard was full of people of all the generation, people who were Rathore family's relatives, their business partners, and from the media.

'The Rathore' was not a common name or the surname. It was a Brand, known to everyone. They were in almost all kind of business and had dominated them all. They were in the top 3 companies and were among the wealthiest people.

After fifteen minutes, she had made sure everything was fine with the group of men who were drinking wine, champagne and were seriously discussing Cricket, Politics and sharemarket, to the children who were playing hide and seek, and all the members present.

"Have you served to all?" she asked him with authority.

"Yes, mam" he speaks with respect in his tone.

"Good, make sure everyone's need is fulfilled, and pay more attention to the business delegates. Inform others to make sure no one's glass get empty and their needs unheeded," commanding, Shanaya stood up while taking the juice glass with her and walk toward the group of youth she had been observing for a while.

Away from all seniors and elders, sitting on the chairs on the wooden path on one side of the yard, they were talking excitedly. But, one of them, a boy in '20s wearing denim jeans and, the shirt was arguing something with the waiter who might have been serving to them.

He was still arguing when he heard a feminine voice, full of authority but sweet with a foreign accent asking him" Any problem here?".

"And you are?" The boy questioned her, his tone suggesting his newly formed interest in her.

The girl responded professionally" I am the one who is supervising this event".

"Oh," the boy exclaimed but could not say more.

The girl arched her brows at his reply and looked at her watch, seeming to be in a hurry.

"I told him to bring me the vodka, but he refused" the boy complained.

Smiling professionally, she speaks "I am sorry, but, Mr Vihaan instructs not to give alcohol to the youths".

"Oh, I am sorry, I did not know it before, please do not mind " the boy immediately speak out.

Moving away from them, meeting other helpers on her way, she mentally exclaimed" Wow! 'HIM' the feared one is quite helpful" and began instructing something to them when her phone beeped, informing her of the call.

She stopped in midway and asked the workers to leave for their respective work and picked up the phone, only to say loudly" What" in disbelief. She was still trying to understand and, tackle the situation when she felt someone's presence.

Deep down she prayed for that someone not to be HIM but, her hopes shattered when the person spoke up in an angered and, rude tone" What the hell you did not, understand??".