unwind with - Ta Ta Ta
by Bayanni, Jason Derulo
“ Mr. Anderson, I think you forgot that Arya's specifically Kabir Arya never try to save drowning Titanic. It's 50% shares and if not then hunt a perfect lock for your company. ”
A look of vanquish adoring his face, what did he thought The Arya's are so easy to access.
The AGE was founded when some useless comment on someone's self-esteem and pride made only tarnish his determination and profoundness towards certain someone.
AGE constructed on blood, sweet and tear.
I was about to make exit but a screech ruptured my eardrums.
Taking a deep breath, I tried my best to suppress my anger.
“ And lastly tell your daughter to not flaunt her fake treasure in front me until and unless she want to disappear in thin air. ”
Sighing at the audacity of Miss Anderson, I plugged in my earpiece after switching the meeting into Spotify, making an effort to stop the nonstop chatter of my family.
We currently flying towards India and frankly that could be last place where I wanted to visit because of someone whose earring was with me.
I was not able to decode the possibilities of preserving a thing of someone whom I rejected.
It was not in my dictionary of personality that I, The Kabir Amory Arya keeping some ordinary thing like valuable sapphire.
I was about to dozed off but a delicious buttery, warm smell of something ignited excitement to my nostril.
Definitely a croissant.
Fluttering my eyes at the thought of those flaky, golden brown French pastry and I behold a medium container full of croissant.
I glanced at the person who was shoving its scrumptious sight in front of me.
Of course, it was Oliver Martin, the multi billionaire chef of USA.
Holding one croissant, I took bite and let that buttery texture melt and galvanize my taste bud like fire crackers.
Packing sufficient snack or food on journey was something he learned for my Dadi.
He was favorite of My Dadi.
“ That's one of the best edible thing you have made till now. One of the blockhead chef which I know can make best croissant in the world. ”
Well, he was habituated by this language but still there was knitting eyebrows on his face.
Appreciation for Oliver and me did not travel in same boat.
Rolling my eyes at him, I took one more croissant and shoved in his mouth.
“ Well, how did I forget that you talk only in alien language. One of the foxy employer which I know can not praise anyone. ”
“ Aww, I take that as compliment. ”
He was clearly irritated but who cares, that's the best friend for a reason.
Mumbling ‘abnormal Amory' to himself, Oliver snatched IPad from my hands and effortlessly downloaded some childish game and of course completely ignoring my stares.
Only he did have that courage to irritate me and not having any clapback.
Sighing at his etiquette, I positioned myself comfortably on seat and was trying my hundred percent to ignore Aurora's voice, Danny and Diya's squawk, Aiden and Grace's baseless persiflage, Dad and Maa's romance and definitely Oliver's existence.
♥♥♥
Ironing my snitched white polo shirt, I put on my shade of course not to style just to secure my vision in sunny weather.
A row of Arya's chaperone lined up in straight with regulation from jet to the main entrance.
A garlands of marigold were offered to us by Mr. Chaudhary and his staff.
It was quite normal thing for me but Oliver was squealing at sight of congeniality like a babygirl.
Rolling my eyes at Oliver, I marched ahead making my way through the bubbling enthusiasm of my family with icing of rigorousness of uniformed men with hope that stupid friend of mine will soon sing near my ears.
But neither his vivacious voice nor his bubbling presence felt me, I frowned at his sudden absence.
I turned around to inspect where he vanished in thin air but what I behold immediately made me regret.
How the heck did I forgot that The Oliver Joy Martin was biggest flirt.
In just second his enthusiastic persona transmogrified into coquet.
I could even descry that the lady staff melting in his charm.
Indeed his copper brown silky hair and that model like physique could attract anyone.
In three of us, Arthur was already committed and Oliver is biggest flirt but not womanizer and well I just don't like the female species that much.
Shaking my head at the sight, I wheeled on feet ahead to witness my family already made their way towards destination.
Juddering the tiredness, I marched towards exit and soon Oliver by my side, flaunting the number.
Indeed of that female staff.
We were just some meter away from exit when one well presented man walked towards us but before he could enter in five meter of radius, he was held back by bodyguard's.
He was delivering some words to the men's but when my staff refused to access him any verbalization, he tried to break the security ring around us.
I just allowed them to let him come as perfectly knowing his unarmed presence because any sane will underestimate the thirty revolver directed at head.
He took deep breath to loosen frightened self then taking a hold of envelope from his pocket, he handed to me.
And before I could take, it was grasped by abruptly serious Oliver.
That man bowed in front me, advancing his decencies.
“ Good Afternoon Sir Arya. I am Aarush Kishor. I am appointed as your temporary secretary by your assistant Mr. Jason. I will be with you whenever you need me. ”
I arched my eyebrows at the information.
He had white I -Card hanging on his neck, a white??
I smirked at his White I-Card, it was some minutes since I had fun, a real fun.
“ Who Jason?? ”
By my question he somewhat flabbergasted, a frown appeared on his forehead but it smoothened immediately.
Ohh, trained.
I liked his gallantry.
“ Mr. Jason Miller your personal assistant. ”
Shoot, trained but not intelligent.
By his sentence, Oliver stood in front me towering his height at that poor guy.
“ Describe him?? ”
I just stood behind Oliver and let him quench his doubt.
Did I tell you, Oliver was hellish possessive for Me that he used to fight with every single person who tried to befriend with me even with Arthur.
People used to assume us a gay but not he cared and nor I.
Suddenly I was having a terrible pleasure after witnessing that man's trapped condition.
I missed to grab popcorn.
“ Umm...He is kinda of tall with good physique. He is certainly right hand person and well intelligent and appealing personality. ”
Courageous, brave and clever.
A perfect cunning fox, he tried to wrap Oliver in his web of speculation but he forgot to weave a strong trap for Kabir Arya.
Pulling Oliver back, I went little closer to that guy just remove his hidden camera from button of his shirt.
Fixing his collar, I smiled at him.
“ It's Milano not Miller, Jason Milano and he is left handed person. You tried best to present yourself a person who appoint by Jason but you did mistake. The worldwide employees of Kabir Amory Arya have specific black ID with gold written words. You thought a foreign person might need a guy who will help him and in meantime you can collect some valuable news, Right Mr. Journalist? But you forgot a Kabir Arya do not need anyone to know about his own country.”
He shivered, visibly shivered.
He delivered a good job being courageous journalist but essence of knowledge misplaced by him.
I really impressed by him, he was trying to misguide me which no one dare but he did.
Correcting his collar, I pull out his wallet from pocket which was picking.
“ Ho...How do you know..who..”
Fear.
That's one of the satisfying emotion I obsessed to see in eyes.
He was electrified, maybe knowing his act digged his own grave.
Well, he should not have turned deaf ear to consequence.
I glanced at Morgan, the commanding incharge of my security.
He was exact like a Brock Lesnar.
“ You are courageous and curious, Mr. Anant Kishor. And I need man like you. Morgan welcome your new assistant. ”
I simply walked towards exit and of course letting Oliver trail behind me.
Fading shouts of that journalist was pleasant music to me.
His intentions backfired on him, he might not thought that one meet would lead him a new life, a new name and a new identity.
Taking the car keys from Morgan, I tossed it to Oliver as he put on the excited facade.
Soon our convoy making its way away from airport on the crowded pathways.
Inquisitive glances penetrated the black tinted windows to sketch out something to spread gossips.
Snuggling my head at headrest, my eyes following tranquility on the busiest streets and those snow shield mountains treated the soreness of my eyes.
Wait a minute, snow mountain in Udaipur??
Where the hell I am heading to??
Correcting my posture, I sat upright straight and inspected the scenario around me.
As soon as my sight dashed to board hanged outside the store, my lungs suddenly gave up.
MANALI.
Why the hell I am here??
“ Stop the car right now. ”
And next moment the car was parked on sideways, escaping from sudden suffocation I stood outside gazing at board.
How I can be so stupid??
I underestimated their decision, knowing the fact that we were going to stay in Udaipur and indulged myself in work but this something I never painted out in my wild imagination.
“ Why the hell, we are in Manali and in Udaipur?? ”
Oliver just shrugged in response, how straight off I transferred into asinine.
Indeed Oliver would be obvious to place in India.
But I was guarantee of one thing, I was not going stay here another minute.
I inquired about where we are going to vacay, I was some millimeter away to burst out in fury.
I despised very little thing which turned hindrance in my planned eventuality.
But what oliver delivered made me hiccupped in nervousness.
No way in Bansal house.
“ Why the fuck, we are going to vacay there?? I am not aware any shut down news of hotels. ”
I did not know why but I felt my muscle stiff up and uncomfortable.
I was trying to suppress my volcanting vehemence, I don't which emotion was crawling on the surface of cardiac but those perturbation of people provoking my tolerance level.
How badly I wanted to switched off their vocal cords?
And cherry on top that those curious gaze garnished with look of satirize was not helping me.
“ And why are you nervous?? ”
Oliver exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hands in air.
Am I nervous??
Of course not, how I could be nervous.
I, Kabir Amory.
“ I know you're worlds biggest businessman and the billionaire Sovrano, The Kabir Amory Arya who never learned any basic language of expression. Who is godfather of country's economy And who almost necessitated leading government to go in motion of no confidence and constructed a new government. You are partially almighty in business then Amory why these sweats on your forehead? ”
I was of course not nervous maybe awkward.
Me being nervous mean sun freezing, sheer impossible thing.
I blindly agreed that awkwardness creeping arteries cause my situation was like last moment purchasing textbooks.
In point of fact Oliver was conscious of my denying reason.
It's utter cumbrous jiff that I was going to spend my unwanted and forced vacation with her whom I rejected.
I turned towards Oliver who was wiggling his eyebrows, okay he challenged me.
Inhaling a deep breath I stood close to him, towering my height.
“ I will prove you that her presence will not change my decision. ”
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I never acknowledged that awkwardness, lead the way with crepitating eruption in the pit of stomach.
As the concrete leading path to the open gates of ‘Bansal Ghar’, discomfiture conquering my heart.
I was very much delighted that their residence was away from crowd and much quite from hustle.
Stationing the car at designed place, I stepped down seem like the house already placed on excitement cause of whole Arya clan.
I detached shades and straightened the slightly wrinkled shirt.
Mr. Aadarsh Bansal was there to welcome us.
The flames of discomfiture ignited the very nerve ending as I was approaching to the door steps of ‘Bansal Ghar ’.
But something vibrated in the thick, cold air of the sphere.
A giggles accompanied with exquisite vocals subside down the bubbling consciousness, before I could planned out I was marching towards the harmonious laughter.
I did not able to manifest about the person but it was aiding something undiagnosed ardor.
Ascending the steps I stopped at the garden, the same flower garden.
It was her, her giggles besieged in the waves of ecstasy.
There she was with another three person flying the kite.
“ Aavi yaar, kat jayegi teri patang.”
( Aavi, your kite will be cut. )
“ Aise kaise kat jayegi. Aaravi hai hum, uljan ko bhi pat se suljha de aisi chabhi hai hum. ”
I did knew what made me laugh her innocence or her confidence but she made me laugh.
Her lips were contouring non-ending grin.
The sounds of anklet, that glowing orange suit and her bangles were crafting a serene modesty.
Her wavy brown hair not just brown but cinnamon color brown flowing with her.
Her face was glowing with continuous laugh unlike first time.
But suddenly there was vertical wrinkles formulated on her forehead.
Why did she suddenly frown??
Her calculations misleaded her and her kite was verge on being cut.
Again I did not know, what magnet pulled me towards her but I found myself before her and correcting the directions of kite to not get cut but tore rival ones.
My ears perked up with abrupt inhalation of air and soon followed a joyous shrill of another two individuals as I succeeded in cutting the strings of another kite.
I turned around to look at her.
Her big bambi eyes more dilated in flabbergast, her lips were slightly parted in surprise.
Well I did not plan to give her any surprise but looked like I unknowingly did opposite of it.
She took step back but her foot slipped from stone and again unknowingly I clapsed my hand around stomach, pulling her closer to me.
I never knew that brown eyes could cast magic, her simple brown eyes had those golden flicker which simply hypnotizing me.
Her smile was spring but there was autumn in her eyes, softly brown.
Before I could speak something, she unfastened herself from my hold and ran from there.
Her abrupt movement stirred the forgotten motive in me.
Kabir Arya, remember your goals.
♥♥♥
Descending the stairs, I reached in area of dinning as it was time of dinner.
After that eventuality I was in room which was allocated for me, of course I was indulged in my work and not because of jitteriness.
There was simple and homely sitting arrangements for dinner.
I sat beside Oliver on mat who was already second round of his meal.
Shaking my head I stared at my plate, the authentic spices of Rajma wholeheartedly conquered my entire sense.
Didn't know why but I found the quantity of Rajma was more in my plate.
Ignoring the possibilities I dived in the richness of spices just like I was paying no attention to the numerous glances which directed to me.
Verily it was day of my discomfiture.
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