Vows Of Serenity

1.

"Greetings Mother!", my voice was sharp and curt

"I hope you might have received the card", she replied her voice void of emotions and at times I really did wish for her to show some feelings towards me. But every time I did, I was left hanging with false hopes and shattering reality that I wasn't their first choice or priority

"I did", I answered back still scanning the card

"We will be expecting your presence with your team then", she announced and before I could say anything the line went dead

A deep sigh escaped my lips and I chuckled drily, the hollowness filling my heart yet again.

I was 28 and not married yet, so just imagine the dishonour of my family and the horror everyone might go through that the younger daughter is getting married before the older own so them not inviting me isn't a surprise either, they care more about their honours than my presence.

My family was super rich, like richy rich. With my great-grandfather owning textile miles in his era and having a leading business, the wealth passed on from generation to generation as the men of the family followed each other's footsteps. Before my great-grandfather passed away he equally distributed his property among his five sons, my grandfather even though he was the middle child took the business to great heights and my father followed swiftly that A.K and Son's was now one of the well-known textile businesses. And why I wasn't following their roots was the story for another time.

Deeply engrossed in my thoughts I played with the paperweight, spinning it aimlessly when the door of my cabin burst open and a headache walked in.

"Aur chudail, kya haal?", he questioned before landing his butt on the plush leather seat of my cabin
[Translation:And witch, how are you?]

"Haramkhor", I muttered under my breath and glared at him while he just looked at my cabin with disgust
[Translation: bastard]

Samyukt Joshi, aka Sam Joshi the leading fashion designer of Mumbai, was one of my best friends. He owned Dhaage, the most celebrated clothing brand, from bridal to casual he had it all covered under him. We met in middle school and instantly he became a member of our group with his broken humour and sarcastic attitude. But let me tell you, he was dramatic, like really overdramatic that he would put the typical high school famous girl from English dramas to shame.

"So depressing", he muttered and made a disgusting face staring at the white walls of my cabin. According to him, the shade of my office wall was too depressing for a normal human being to survive. As if I cared about his opinion.

"I wonder what you are doing here crashing in my office?", I asked with a raised eyebrow

"Kyu? Apni pyari dost se Milne nhi aa sakta?", he questioned back relaxing on the chair in a very awkward position. I know I was far for being his dearest, he just wanted to get on my nerves and enjoy me losing my calm. He very well knew about my short temper, anger issues and he used them very well against me to rile me up and enjoy.
[Translation:Why? Can't visit my dear friend?]

I looked at him displeased with his antics as a scowl marked my face.
"Get your ass out of the office Joshi", I snarled. Even though he was my best friend still I found it hard to bear his presence for more than a few seconds. The only time we could stand him was when he was being less dramatic or feeling low which he wasn't anytime.

"Let me tell you, people die to catch a glimpse of this ass that you just disrespected", he added making an offensive face. I stared at him with a really? face and attempted to throw the paperweight in his direction.

But to my bad luck, it missed him and went flying towards the door as he dodged the glass at the right moment.

"A flat ass you might add", the glass paperweight was caught by Prithvi who entered through the door