This book is under major editing. Read the refined version, called She stole my Knight.
Roshni, her name meant light. Yet she was considered as darkness. Except for one person. What will happen to Roshni, when the only person who loves her uncondit...
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"Hey Roshni."
My fist tightened against the hold of my black skirt. To not add more to the awkwardness surrounding our table, I nodded my head at the invader of our privacy, of my privacy, Viraj.
"How are y-"
"You know him?" Viraj's question was cut short, by my brother's counter question.
"No bhai. I just met him once, during Laila's party." Without sparing Viraj another glance, I told my brother the truth, nodding at me and he turned his head towards Viraj.
"You may leave, kid!" Commanded my brother in his regular sharp and authoritative manner. If anything that could lessen his domination, were overpowered with his almost glaring, dark onyx eyes.
Involuntary my sight moved to Viraj, his usual smug features, changed into something different. Fearful and uncertain, he moved a step back. "Sir I- I-" He halted when someone kept a hand on his shoulder. The same person, who was coming behind him. He was older than Viraj, wearing white shirt with black pants and same colored blazer.
"Sir Agastya, he's with me." Extending his right hand, said the older guy. "He's Viraj, my brother." My brother gave a curt nod and shook his hand with him.
"I suppose, our meet here is not just a mere coincidence?" My brother turned his posture to back to the table. Picking up the glass of scotch, he took a sip of it. Putting an ankle on top of the his other knee, he placed the glass back in the table.
Viraj's older brother contoured his lips in an upward curve and rubbed his nape. "Sir, actually, would you please allow me to discuss something important?"
"Vikram, I would suggest, we will meet in my office tomorrow." Suggested my brother, he didn't. Rather, he ordered, or his tone did it.
The guy, whose name came as, Vikram, bobbled his head in a civilised manner. "Sir, I'd asked Mr Mehra for an appointment. But he denied, stating you've a fixed schedule for the rest of the month." He pulled away Viraj's hands, which he was fidgeting with themselves. Shooting a glare to him, he got back to my brother, with a polite look.
"My office tomorrow. Abhijeet will inform you the time." Keeping an elbow on the table, he spared a look to the duo and ordered once again, with finality lacing is voice.
"Sure sir. Thank you."
Giving another clipped nod, bhai lifted up his arm from the table and gestured to the door. The men standing beside our table gave a forced smile and soon we saw their retreating back. Small murmurings from them could be heard, though one far from them, couldn't tell what they were conversing about.
"Who were they?" Chimed in Rida. From the corner of my eye, I could see Niharika narrowing her eye and shaking her head at her younger sister.
"Just some business colleagues." Explained my brother, his tone was soft unlike the prior times.
