Aayansh’s POV
Beep! Beep! The alarm rang, dragging me out of sleep. I groaned, freshened up quickly, and headed straight to the gym. After an intense workout, I showered, dressed, and made my way downstairs.
As usual, everyone was waiting for me to start breakfast. I greeted them, sat down, and we ate together. The moment I got up to leave for the office, Mom stopped me.
“Come home early today,” she reminded me, “we’re going to the Raichands’ for dinner.”
I nodded and headed out.
Oh, where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Aayansh Singhania, 26 years old, CEO of Singhania Industries. Life’s busy, hectic, and sometimes too predictable.
AT Singhania enterprises
By evening, I wrapped up work and walked toward my car. Just as I opened the door, my phone rang. The caller ID flashed Arav.
I sighed. This idiot never calls for anything good.
“Hello, bro!” came his dramatic voice. “You know you’re the only one who loves me. I called everyone, but no one picked up. I’m so hurt! I’m not talking to them anymore.”
I rolled my eyes. Why did I pick up this call? “Why did you call, Arav?” I cut him off.
“I’m at Mumbai airport. Come and pick me up, please.”
Before I could reply, the line went dead.
“Unbelievable,” I muttered. “I swear one day I’ll kill him.”
At the Airport
I parked outside and dialed him. Just then, I heard someone screaming. Curious, I glanced at the side view mirror and froze.
A girl stood there, covered in mud yet somehow looking like an angel.
An angel, seriously? I thought, staring longer than I should.
“Angel? Which angel are you talking about?” Arav teased in my ear, making me snap back.
“Shut up, idiot. Where are you? Or I’ll leave you here to rot.”
“Other entrances,” he said.
As I ended the call, the “angel” stormed toward me, yelling. She banged on my window, shouting something about me being blind and deaf.
What the hell? Blind? Deaf? From which angle do I look like that?
No one ever dared to talk to me like this. Ever. And here she was, mud smeared but fiery, yelling like I’d ruined her entire existence.
When our eyes met, she suddenly went quiet. I smirked inwardly. Yeah, I know that look. She’s checking me out.
Still, I’d dealt with girls like her before playing the victim, then demanding money. I didn’t have time for it.
“Listen, I don’t have time for your drama. Take this and leave.” I tossed some cash out the window, rolled it up, and drove off toward Arav.
Back at Singhania Mansion
After dropping Arav, I reached home only to find Mom waiting at the door, glaring at me.
Oh great. Aaj toh gaya beta tu. {I'm gone today}
“I told you to come early,” Mom scolded. “Par nahi, koi sunta kahan hai meri? Sabko bas apni manmaani karni hai. Main hi pagal hoon jo itna bolti rehti hoon!” {“But no, who even listens to me? Everyone just wants to do whatever they want. I must be the crazy one for talking so much!”}
I quickly held her hand. “Sorry, Ma. Main office se jaldi nikal gaya tha, par Arav ka call aa gaya. {“Sorry, Mom. I left the office early, but I got a call from Arav.” } He asked me to pick him up from the airport. Ask him if you want. Bas give me five minutes I’ll get ready and come.”
Reluctantly, she let me go. I rushed upstairs, freshened up, and got dressed.
…..
When I came back down, Mom, Chachi, and Dadi were sitting on the couch. I flashed a grin.
“See, ladies? I came late but still got ready faster than all of you.”
They looked me up and down. My Chachi sighed. “Are you seriously going to wear that?”
“Yes. Why?” I replied casually.
“We’re going to the Raichands’ to discuss Riya’s engagement, not attending a board meeting.”
Before Mom could chime in, a sweet voice interrupted Riya’s.
She entered, glowing in traditional attire. “Hello!” She greeted us.
“Beautiful as always,” Mom said warmly.
“Thank you,” Riya smiled, then turned to me. “Why aren’t you ready yet? We’re already late.”
I sighed. “I am ready.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but Dad’s voice cut through. “Aayansh! Why are you not ready yet? Everyone’s waiting.”
Now the entire family was staring at me like I’d committed a crime.
I raised my hands in frustration. “Bas! {enough} I’m wearing this only. If anyone has a problem, then I’m not going.”
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