36 Are you still mad?

The preparations of the wedding was in full force. The date of the wedding was decided to be after one month. Invitation cards were sent out to everybody, the social elite class and business groups. Grandpa had himself taken over the responsibility of arranging everything with the help of Susan as Sofya was too busy managing the company. Her work itself had become more demanding out of sudden, though she suspected it was because of the wedding season that the sale of jewellery had dramatically risen. Empericorp was a world class in jewellery sector and it's designs were considered one of the best.

The upshot of it was that she had no time to talk to Arnav, and he hadn't called her also. He himself was busy in his work, with upcoming projects on his hand. Sofya was convinced he was still furious at her, but she couldn't do anything.

The opportunity presented itself in the form of a Sunday. The selection of the wedding gown was to be done by the bride herself, but Sofya did not had any free time. It was on a Saturday evening, that Mr. Raizada had called her to tell that she would be accompanied by Arnav to select her wedding gown. Initially, Sofya wanted to say no but then she agreed. She also wanted to speak to him.

Sunday dawned on without any further ado. Sofya was dressed in a light peach, knee length dress complimented together with brown boots. Her hair was tied up in a long ponytail, and she had applied minimal makeup, giving off her natural glow. She looked radiating.

At around 4 o clock, the black Maybach pulled slowly into the compound of Emerald Villa. Bidding farewell to Susan, she walked out and saw Charles opening the door for her.

" Miss Khemka. " he smiled.

" Thank you. "

As she sat down beside the man on the backseat, he turned to look around at her. His face as cold as always, he was dressed casually in a blue jeans and white T-shirt, complete with a jacket. Nevertheless, he looked handsome.

" Miss Khemka. " Arnav inclined his head to one side, silently acknowledging her.

Sofya nodded. After not seeing him for so long, it was as if she was thrust into a bright light. Looking away, she watched the street scenery as the car whizzed past the city. Neither of them spoke, the silence was too engulfing.

After about half an hour of the ride, Sofya spoke slowly, " I hope you have made the arrangements as per the clauses? "

" I will have them done once you decide to shift your belongings. " he replied curtly, without looking at her.

Sofya looked at him. His features seem to be illuminated by the street light, making him look like a greek god.

She asked the question that had been in her mind for a while. Holding his hand that was lying casually on his lap, she asked him softly, " Are you still mad? "