The Diwan Palace.
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Inaya waited near the door for her uncle Mohit to come. Today in the morning she woke up early not because she was expected to do the household work but because she was too excited to even fall asleep. Today she was supposed to go to Diwan palace.
" Inaya. Let's go baby".... He said coming out to the exit.
" You're late uncle".... Inaya faked a whimper making angry faces.
" I'm sorry sweet cake. You know your aunt, her day never starts without bothering me. ".... He kinda complained as they settled into the Nano car.
" What else can she do rather than bothering others! ".... She muttered under her breath as Mohit accelerated the engine.
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Outside the Diwan palace...
Mohit halted the car outside the gate as the two guards checked for his ID while Inaya surprisingly witnessed everything. The security was as tight as if they were going inside of the parliament of the country. Those well groomed armed body guards in black suit, it was just brilliant to see.
Once every thing was done the guards opened the gate and there was this peach coloured four storey hugeee building that makes every Person go astonish and overwhelmed with its beauty...
The Diwan palace.
" Wow this is soo amazing uncle. I can't believe we are standing here! ".... She blinked her eyes trying to adjust with the light of the glorifying palace.
The lights of the sun rays were falling on it and scattering in different directions. And the garden of flowers was just adding to its beauty more.
Never mind, her uncle Mohit, and she herself came out of the car only to be greeted by a servant who guided them to the back side of the palace where Digvijay Diwan aka the God father of the city was calling it a morning with his family. From his wife... Shalini Diwan to his younger son and his family that included his wife Priya and his two sons Mahir and Soham Diwan were present.
Mohit sincerely smiled while joining his hands in front of him expressing his utmost gratitude as they stood upright in front of them. " Mohit come have a seat. We were waiting for you ".... The old wrinkle faced man said glancing to the opposite chair. " Inaya, you come and sit here dear! ".... Digvijay called raising his hand towards her, he was too Dien to earth to be called as God father. For according Inaya, God fathers were like dictators who just knew how to exploit others. But this man, sitting in the chair smoking his cigar was just opposite.
She gazed her uncle who smilingly nodded hence happily allowing her to go and obey him. With that, She sat down timidly between him. And his wife playing with her fingers. " So I hope you've been given the information by your uncle. ".... He asked her keeping his hand on her head making her remember her own father.
She nodded in Yes grinning looking at Mohit. " Great. I want this palace to be decorated like a bride itself because my tiger is coming to meet me. ".... He said with proud when Inaya confusingly glanced her uncle.
Tiger!!! At the mention of the perilous carnivore she threw her gaze everywhere in the huge garden as far she can to spot a tiger. But she couldn't, to which Mr. Digvijay Diwan chortle caressing her cheek with his trembling palm. "I didn't mean about the tiger that lives in the jungle. I was talking about my grandson, he lives in Geneva. I'm talking about him"... He informed while Inaya looked down.
Ohh, so he was talking about the guy who was up on her mind since she read the newspaper last day. Interesting, his nickname is tiger!
While she was busy thinking about 'the tiger' grandson of the old man with long moustache and beard, Two servants came with trays full of snacks and drinks that was served to them. " Soham, son explain Inaya everything in the while I'd talk with Mohit "... He said. "Show her the other side of the garden"
Soham, the youngest son of his second son stood up obeying his grandpa while Mahir made faces looking at his younger brother as he forwarded his hand to Inaya. She hesitantly eyed her uncle accepting his hand.
If it has been her cousin Shikha in her place here then she would indeed have pulled her hairs saying how dare she tried to speak with them. They're her crush... Both At the same time. And her aunt..... She would have accused Inaya of being a bait and trying to seduce them using her filthy body.
After they have come walking to the front side again, Soham attempted to strike a convo between them. " I have once seen you in Mandir with a girl. Umm may be your friend who was I guess dressed in jeans and top.
Inaya- I think, you are talking about Shikha. But she is not my friend, she is my cousin.
Soham (So)- So what are you doing right now. I mean studies or you know dating someone (Inaya stared him in shock) Don't take me wrong I was just you know trying to know about you, like that. (with a wink)
Inaya (I)- I.. I am studying. But currently my holidays are going on. I'm at home these days.
So- Ohhh. Well if you need anything during the decor tile and preps you can approach me. I'll be glad to help you. (Checking her out)
I- (smilingly) Surely I would seek your help. BTW would you mind me asking you, when are we heading to? And when am I supposed to begin with the preps? (Examining the surrounding)
So- (touching her hand abruptly) Ohhh I'm sorry. Well grandpa decides everything may be from today onwards or tomorrow. Let me show you our garden.
I- No no I... I want to go back please.
Inaya stepped back as Soham brushed his hand on her waist making her uncomfortable. It's not always the same which seems to be. She maintained a little distance from him after getting unwanted vibes from him.
Suddenly her leg slipped, she closed her eyes predicting to fall down but Soham held her by her waist. He lustily gazed her licking his lips while Inaya tried to escape.
" Soham ".... They turned their head to see the owner of the voice who was none other than his ender brother, Mahir. Seeing his elder brother Soham quickly let go of her looking here and there as if nothing happened.
" Yess bro! "... Soham tried to sound normal while Inaya behind Mahir adjusting her dress.
Mahir glared him hard, yet he managed to not create any scene there in front of her but from within, he was fuming badly. " Dad is calling you. He needs your help. GO! "... He spoke hoarsely.
" Ohh okay. Bye Inaya. Will catch up with you afterwards ".... Soham stated marching past by Mahir.
Mahir ran his fingers through his hairs thinking what to say now. He knows his brother well. " Umm I'm sorry but please don't complain anything to grandpa he will severely punish him. I will talk to him "... Inaya stared in his eyes with astonishment.
Was he really that Mahir who Shikha want to get married to!!! He seems so lenient and obedient. She has thought him to be must be somewhat same like her cousin only... Careless, characterless and Notorious. But no... He's a nice guy.
While she was blankly gazing his face, Mahir snapped his fingers in front of her eyes. " Hey are you okay. I said please don't feel bad and please don't complain about it ".... He repeated.
To which Inaya sucked in a deep breath as she said. " Don't worry I won't say anything. "... He smiled signalling her to go with him.
They didn't say anything during the walk.... One out of shyness and the other out of awkwardness. When they reached the back yard again they saw Mohit and Digvijay standing at the gate waiting for her perhaps.
Seeing her approaching them Digvijay smiled. " Inaya, dear I have explained everything to your uncle. You can begin the preps from evening onwards. ".... Inaya nodded as he kept his hand on her head. " You must leave now, then only you'll be able to come early in the evening ".... He further said with a bright smile.
Mohit joined his palm again as they moved out of the gate. Inaya looked in Mahir's direction who was already looking at her whilst waving his hand and showing her thumbs up.
Inaya smiled brightly in return sitting in the car. She blinked her eyes as if thanking him while the car started.
This two days are going to be amazing where two people will get their bestest friend in each other while someone will desire for something illegal.
To be continued
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