NEW FF: You Ought to be Mine - Season 3 - Prologue

 

PROLOGUE

I pour some wine in my glass and stare at the glowing lights draped over Sheesh Mahal, from the lush green lawn outside. It’s a beautiful Palace and I am proud its part of my Ancestors. I have stayed away from this Palace, from this country for 9 long years but whenever I am here, I can feel the hands of my great ancestors patting my back with pride. I have surpassed their definition of success and the credit goes to my obsessive boldness in every decision I made in life.

All I see around is women in colored traditional attire, roaming in and out of the Palace, laughing, giggling and shying. But none of them had permission to step in this zone of the Palace Lawn where I have decided to spend the next few hours, drinking and enjoying my broody state. I have an announcement to make and I am preparing myself to share it with Daadi or rather command it to her once this function she has arranged in the Palace for all the Spinster woman of this Town is over. I was baffled when she told me the significance of this auspicious night which comes once in few decades where the Stars align in a unique fashion, setting the perfect occasion for a Spinster woman to meet her Prince Charming. She supposedly met my grandfather during one such auspicious night and believes the other girls share the same fate, same joy and same bonding which she did with my grandfather. It’s unbloody believable but I don’t care. If doing that silly thing made her happy, I am happy for her. 

I sip the Wine to ease my aching head triggered by the Jet lag. I had landed in Delhi this afternoon and it took me an hour drive to this Palace. Since then, all I am doing is waiting for that right chance to talk to Daadi so that I could get her approval and then fly back to New York where my home is. I have a home there and my parents stay in the same city as me. I am glad they are not here otherwise my mother would have gone crazy seeing Daadi’s efforts and beliefs in today’s function. Mom and Daadi have never got along. That’s one of the reasons why Dad left India and never stepped back here. I paid a visit every year until I was 18. Life got busier and my visits took a long break yet I was connected to Daadi on Phone calls every month. My mother hardly talks to Daadi and my father speaks to her twice or thrice a year. The only string connecting my parents to this Palace and my Daadi is Me. 

I am busy in my own world until a sharp voice startles me. 

“Alcohol is prohibited in this Palace” 

It’s a woman standing few feet behind me. I don’t care to turn. She is not important. I don’t even reply to her because do hell, this is my house and I would do whatever I want here, wherever I like. 

“I am talking to you Mister” she scowls again and this time she earns two words from me. 

“Buzz off” I say, hoping she would leave but it fumes her even more. 

“You Buzz off” she is closer than before and I am more than keen to show this woman her right place. She might be my Daadi’s guest tonight but she is no longer welcome in my house again. 

I turn around gripping my Red Wine glass. Words fail to form as my eyes meet hers. I have seen her before. My mind tries to recollect, go back 9 years and see if I can find any crumbs of those memories where I had seen those dove-shaped kohled eyes. She probably thinks I am a guest. She has no idea whom she is talking to. 

“Don’t you see there is a Function going on here. Who even allowed you here? Look Mister, before I call the guards and throw you out, please leave” she snaps. 


Does she think I am an intruder? Her voice should irritate me, her determination to throw me out should frustrate me, but instead my gaze lingers lazily over her form. She is every man’s desire. Strike that. I wouldn’t like any other man desiring her the way I do presently. She has worn a shiny green Lehnga and artificial jewelry. A matching Veil has covered her head and every word she throws at me, her arms sling back and forth, forcing her metallic bangles to tinkle. If Stars could be colored, I would color them green. Because she looked no less than one. 

I didn’t realize when I stride to her and my thumb raise on its own and strokes her lower lip. She freezes for a moment. If she looked stunning when she talked, she looked sexy when she didn’t. She snatched the glass and spilled the Red Wine on my Crisp White Shirt. No one had dared to pull this stunt on me. My patience slips. I unbutton my shirt, as slowly as ever, without diverting my gaze from her. Anger, confusion and astonishment washes her face by my act but I don’t stop. She doesn’t know who I am but soon she would and I cannot wait to introduce myself. She is so stunned when I take off my stained shirt completely off my body that she stumbles behind and then my shirt lands on her face. She holds it and I am glad my shirt could touch her fingers. 

“Three things” I scowl. “First, you are going to wash my Shirt and take that stain out. Second, you are going to apologize to me. And third..” 


I take a step towards her. My first and second condition itself has startled her enough and I couldn’t wait to show her what the third one is. She had pissed me off, barged in my space and intruded my private time. I wouldn’t let her walk away just like that. I grab her nape and pull her closer. She gasps as our bodies hit. I can read her eyes in that fraction of second. She is analyzing the situation and trying to fix it but before she could, I lean her head and kiss her neck. 


I feel a sharp push on my chest and I am moved two feet away from this woman who has killed my senses tonight. I have never done this to any woman. Never kissed a woman or touched her without approval. There is something about her which draws me insane and I don’t want that feeling to lessen. 


“Arnav? Khushi?” 

That’s my Daadi’s voice from the other end and I just hope she hasn’t witnessed this scene. I don’t want her to throw me out of this Palace because only she has a right to do so. No one else. Wait. Did she just call the name ‘Khushi’? When I stare back at the woman of my interest, I finally recall who she is. 

“Pet?” I ask glancing back at her. She is fuming and her face and neck are red with rage. 

Khushi throws the same knowing look at me as if she recalls who I am and I hope she has realized her mistake. Daadi reaches us. 

“What happened to your shirt?” 

It is evident Daadi is not happy that I am roaming shirtless despite knowing there were so many guests inside the Palace who could watch me anytime. 

“I dropped Wine on my Shirt” I reply having no clue why I saved Khushi who had still gripped my Shirt. If she puts that kind of pressure on it, her nails might tear it off. 

“Wine? Arnav?” Daadi is upset but she lets it go. Returning after so many years to her, had some benefits. 

“I badly needed one” I answer and my gaze lands on Khushi again. She is still glaring at me. The aftershocks of my Kiss on her neck are dying to subside. I wonder if Daadi hadn’t intruded us, what would Khushi do? Or rather, what would I do to her? 

“Did you both meet each other?” Daadi’s voice is filled with affection. That’s her trait. She is so full of love and warmth that it scares me a bit. 

“Khushi, he is my grandson Arnav Singh Raizada and Arnav, she is Khushi Gupta” 

“Pet” I reply acknowledging that introduction. I called her Pet since our childhood because she was my Grandmother’s Pet. She followed my Daadi everywhere she went like her shadow. How could I forget she stayed here with Daadi. This was practically her house too ever since she became an Orphan. 

“Why is he here?” Khushi asks Daadi who is not offended like I am. Other than me, only Khushi had that right to speak so openly to Daadi. But how dare she questioned my arrival? 

“This is my freaking house” I snarl. 

“Language Laad Governor” 

There!! She calls me by that nickname I hate to admit I love to hear from her. 

“You are here on a Vacation again?” she tries to grill me. 

“Khushi? Don’t” Daadi’s pleading tone stops her. “Arnav, go get dressed and please use the backdoor unless you want the girls to see you like this” 

Khushi then realizes she was gripping my shirt and is about to throw it when I interrupt her actions. 

“Wash it” I shout and make my way to the backdoor. I can feel her eyes blazing on my back, digging holes on it. I don’t mind. I don’t bother. I have made myself clear. No one messes with me and if they do, they cannot escape my ways of messing with them. 

Least did I know the woman I had just messed with was going to be my undying obsession and the beginning to my End.

NEXT PART 

Note: This Fiction will replace The Royal Fling. 

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