Chapter 4 - Anniversaries

Calming her heart, Shanaya turned herself to the source of the voice and saw Vansh grinning at her and next to him stood the most arrogant man she has ever met.

Wearing an Armani Black two-piece with a Black shirt and completing the look by Black formal shoes, a man of 6 foot, rectangle-shaped face with some stubbles on the jaw, side cheeks and nape length black hair gelled up in the backward was looking at her with reddened deep brown eyes. His symmetrical and a boy next door features with his masculine physical traits were making him attractive and handsome at the same time.

She tried to withdraw her ŀustrous gaze from his body swiftly, not to get embarrassed and exchanged glances with Vansh, asking him with her eyes to save her from this situation.

Vansh turns his neck in both directions, signalling her' I can't' and stood in the previous normal posture.

Shanaya rubs her hands on her arms to save herself from the uncomfortable feeling she was receiving from Vihaan's end. She shifted her gaze to all the minute things but, not at him.

Shanaya turned her attention to his face and then to his left pierced ear when she could not pretence it and, that's when she noticed the black pearl instead of the diamond stud.

He had changed his stud..

With the empty mind and, feeling the awkwardness, she bursts out "Why are you gazing at me like you are a hunter and, I am your prey?"

A small chuckle erupts from Vansh which instantly vanished as a set of angry eyes met his.

"Damn it! How can he be so intimidating??" she asked herself.

"You exactly know the reason behind it! Didn't I tell you to enjoy your time here? It was you only who volunteered to do this work." arching his brows, Vihaan spat.

He continued in his angry tone" I have every fuċkɨnġ right to know the reason!"

The tone he used had affected Shanaya who knew no one could react like that with any person no matter what their relationship was with that particular.

But, she was not someone who would blame others and considering it was her fault, she could not do anything.

"I am sorry, Mr Rathore! Next time, it won't happen" apologizing, Shanaya avoided meeting her eyes with him even though she was feeling his eyes fixed on her.

"I am not here to ask for you sorry, Miss Malhotra, I want to know the reason behind it" setting his hair with his left hand, he spoke in slow volume but with the familiar rude tone.

She paid attention to him addressing her on last name basis, the same way she had done with him but chooses to ignore it.

Closing her fist, she opened her mouth to explain " As for today's blue-white theme, I had designed your navy blue suit and, a white shirt and, had instructed one of my men to deliver it on time. But he could not make it."

She saw, both of them listening and, before Vihaan could interrupt, she spoke " I just received a call from him and, he explained the whole situation to me. His mother got admitted and, he had to go to her. None of my customers has experienced such things and, I am sorry from my company side for you to have such a bad experience."

She further added in the professional tone" You can ask for compensation as well."

Before she knows, the distance between them diminished and, she found it hard to keep her breaths to herself.

In those three days, she had been staying with them she had never looked at him for more than five minutes in the day, let alone facing him so close.

She saw his lips moving and, her ears heard the loud sound "What the fuċk! I am not a beggar to ask for compensation. I am Vihaan Singh Rathore and, I own the damn world!" but, her attention was entirely on his murderous glance, flared nostrils and, the tightly clenched fist.

Before anyone else could say more, Vansh interrupted hurriedly "Bro, please calm down! And, please leave this issue." resting his hand on Vihaan's arm, urging him to listen.

Shana was not surprised by the relation or bonding they shared. They might be the first cousin, but they had made sure not to insult each other no matter what. They both were protective of each other and were always ready to help each other and had made sure no other person harm them.

Vihaan looks at Vansh and frustratingly move his hand on his hair carelessly, ruining his hairstyle.

Absentmindedly, she travelled her gaze from his Patek Phillipe's watch to his face and that newly turned messy hair.

Before she could be caught by Vihaan looking at him, they heard a man's voice and, they all together turned their attention to the stairs of the back gate of the Mansion to see pair of two beautiful and handsome couples in their 50's, holding the glass of champagne. Men were wearing Blue suit and, the women were wearing white saree.