JENNIFER'S POV
After giving Mandira some last moment instructions, immediately I winded up my stuff from the desk and made my way to the elevator. My forehead had gained a wrinkles of anxiety by the time I reached the basement, to my car. Dont get mistaken of thinking them to have appeared out of nervousness of meeting that Mayank-freaking-Prakash. Well, quite the opposite! They were out of the worry of how to save myself from all the legal shit if I ended up shooting that bastard between his eyes! SAVAGE 'me'... isn't it?
I drove back to home, purposely driving Sweety at the speed of 30 KMPH. At a point, even an old man riding a cycle overtook me. I was amused and ended laughing at my childishness.
I reached my hell on this Earth, parked my car and made my way up the stairs. I was literally climbing one step at a time and then counting till ten. I glanced on my phone to check the time. It had been one and a half hour, since I had left HOPE, The soul reason why I found 18 missed calls from father. But this time, I didn't dread about the consequences of ignoring his calls. Surely he had that much of sense of not leaving me bruised just before I was about to attend a party with my for-now-fiance.
At last I reached and pressed the bell. The door opened revealing Tristan. He was wearing a hot pink velvet coat over a white shirt, looking outrageously hideous! He had pushed his hair back with gel, and had several studs on his eyebrows. If he got some magenta strips on his pink coat, I bet he would have resemled the 'pink panther'.
"You here at last, Sweety?" He said while leaning on the door's frame.
"Unfortunately yes." I replied while walking past him.
"So our chicken laying golden eggs is finally home huh?" He continued. I ignored the taunt.
"Dress up. Dad informed that your soon-to-be-husband will be here in 15 minutes." He informed casually while his eyes fixated on the porn movie running on the T.V.
was really not in the house
lehengas, sarees, mini-skirts and a lot more clothes wrapped in jacketed boxes which I had not even glanced for once. I was used to my comfortable t-shirts, denim jeans and some handful of full-sleeve kurtis. The kurtis were especially to
Finally after some tussle, I decided on red , shimmery off-shoulder lehenga with a net dupatta
wearing my usual and simple titan watch on my
which somehow took my breath away. It had Cresent
which had always
everything to wear for the anniversary party. I proceeded further towards the door to latch it. I
hell is this?
He pushed the
specifically the dress I was about to wear, had he
breasts a lot?" He asked narrowing his eyes, and stroking his
I said in overly calm tone,
me and held me by my shoulders. He
me?" He spat in an
since day one! I always wanted you to be mine." He shouted as if I was deaf. I simply rolled my eyes.