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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Four in the evening. The flight hit the runway, a turn later we got down at the airport of Athens. A car escorted us to the exit of private airport's gate. Our luggage was collect by our guards. We soon reached a hotel. I captured a couple of pictures on the way. Twelve plus hours of travelling, I wanted to hit the bed and take a shower.
Sameer did the formalities and bhai signed on the guests' form of the hotel. He informed me the room number, Niharika and I followed the waiter to the room.
Clasping on the silver lever, the oak door pushed opened, the waiter then inserted the card in the electronic wall slot, the lights lit up the area, a cream couch with two velvet chairs, a coffee table in centre and a small wooden study table came into our view, an LED television hung on the wall.
"Ma'am this is the foyer, the bedroom is here." He walked to the bedroom, after a nod of content was given by us, he left after thanking, I repeated the word of gratitude.
Placing her white hand purse down, Niharika went to the dressing suite, while I sat on the extra single bed and removed my shoes. The door bell rung, with a tired sigh, I got up and went to open the door. Bhai stood with his hands jammed in pockets, I gave him a smile and moved aside to give him way to come in.
He placed his phone on the television stand and sat on the recliner, long- ring cladded fingers loosened the tie, "did you like the room?" He picked up a sealed bottle of water from the table and opened it, "we can change the room if you want?" Elegantly, he poured the water in a glass.
I shook my head, "no, the room is perfect." I took a seat beside him.
He kept the half drank glass on the coffee table, "are you sure?"
I nodded at him.
We fell in to silence, bhai took out his laptop and soon was engrossed in his work. I fished out my phone from my pocket, clicking on Instagram, I scrolled on some memes and reels.
Click clack of heels caught my attention, Niharika came to the foyer, her makeup refreshed and hair brushed, passing a smile to me, she sat by the couch. "Mr Singhania?" She called out, awaiting a reply from her husband or perhaps for a glance at her from the device he was working on.
Sheer quietness caught the are, "yes Niharika?" He asked, his eyes still set on the laptop.
"My school friends lives here in Patras."
"So, what am I supposed to do with this information?" Eyes on the glowing device, long- ring cladded fingers pressing on the keys in a random motion.
"I was thinking if we could go and meet her?" She suggested. "It's a short distance." She added after short while.
"I know." My brother raked a hand through his hair, "I'm not going anywhere. If you want to meet your friend you can go tomorrow morning."
"No Mr Singhania, my friend is leaving for France tomorrow evening."
