Her Flawed Love

Chapter 11

Nishil's POV

I look into the mirror as I put the buttons of my navy blue shirt. There is a ceremony that needs my father's and my presence. As soon as I am done, I'll be off to Hyderabad. I would be a fool if I deny the fact that Arni is the major reason for it this time.

She sent me a picture of watermelon!

Is she freaking kidding??

No one ever had the balls to even joke around me. But that girl just straight up jokes about me! Like.. she doesn't see me the way everyone else does. And I am afraid I am getting more and more attracted towards her.

"Your father is waiting for you, Sir" my maid reminds me.

I look at her and she just leaves without turning back. As if I don't know he is waiting and that I have to start my day.

I seriously don't want to come off rude but that is how everyone around me pisses me off! I am at a state where I question myself if the people around me are tolerating me because they like me or the zeros my net worth has.

I look at myself one last time. Fake another smile and walk out to meet my father. He is already waiting in the living room, reading a news paper that has his article in it. About his speech yesterday at Assembly. I have to say he is pretty impressive as a Politician. I would love to walk in his footsteps but I'm afraid I won't have an identity of my own.

"Shall we make a move then?" He asks.

I just nod. I didn't have my breakfast but looks like no one cares.

"He didn't have his breakfast. Let him eat some first" there comes my favourite voice.

I turn around and look at my mother who is glaring at my father. If there is anyone who loves me just as much as I do, then its her.

"That's ok ma. I'll be fine. Thanks" I smile and walk out with my father.

I am not someone who expresses my feelings or emotions. I never told my mother that I love her even though the love I feel for her is endless.

"So, the schedule includes the ceremony, an interview and then you are free to leave" my father reminds me.

And I just nod again. I am a man of limited words. Sometimes, I just don't talk because I don't want to answer bullshit.

"Why are you leaving this time though?" He asks me.

"The business over there is getting hyped up. There are still many constructions still need to be done on time" I fake a story as simple as it.

It's not entirely a fake story. The business is indeed moving at a faster pace. But the major reason is something or rather someone.

The opening ceremony of a rice industry asked for my father and I to attend as chief guests. For which we both are delighted. That is where we are now. Mingling with people. Extending talks. Exploring a wide range of ideas on how to make the world a better place. But we all know everyone has a mask underneath that only looks for themselves.

I am just eager to get this done with. Because the interviews always excite me. Interviews are something that I can take the opportunity of knowing myself better. And to know what people are thinking of me. Because for some questions, my mouth goes on its own accord but my heart screams something else.

"So Mr. Nishil, the people of our constituency really wants to see you as their MLA. Is it possible anytime soon?" The journalist asks me.

I look at my father who already has a proud smile. I hope I don't let that down. At any cost.

"If the people wish, then maybe for next elections? My existence is for people so I would gladly do it for them" I smile.

"I don't know if anyone has told you before, but your smile is so radiating" she says again.

"Thank you" I smile.

Little does she know it's a fake one.

Few more questions hitting me and few more directed to my father, we are done with the interview. I cannot be anymore happier than this. My heart is smiling inside.

If you ask me if this is all love making me doing right now. Then I would say it's false. Because it's Arni's company. Where I can be myself. Away from faking smiles and hovering powers. I can laugh all I want and still can't be judged. Only because she sees me as just Nishil. Not as a Politician or a businessman. I might be filthy rich but that's the last one in her concerns list.

I hop into my Mercedes in the back seat with my driver driving attentively and a bodyguard in the passenger seat. I look out at the moving trees, passing vehicles, clouds and everything.

Isn't it so amazing, how we look at same things and still have a different perspective?

"Can you speed the car up please? And once we reach the destination, you stay at home and hand me the keys. Let this night go unnoticed by my father" I order them.

I know, they will however inform my father about my every move.

The familiar outskirts of Hyderabad feels refreshing. Just few more minutes and I will at her company again.

"May I ask you where you're heading to, Sir?" My driver finally had the audacity to ask me.

He is just not curious. But he is doing his job. Job of informing my father of my every move.

"Tell him I'm on my way to Kyra" I say.

And I quickly text Kyra in the meanwhile.

Nishil : Can you cover it up for me?

I wait for just few moments until she texts me back again.

Kyra : Sure thing, but do visit once done.

I close the chat and stare out of the window again. I should definitely meet Kyra soon. It's been long and my father is getting suspicious. For today, it's getting covered up. But I can't keep this up for long.

As soon as I get my keys in my hands, I rev my engine up and drive as fast as I can still eyeing the signals. I don't want to get a ticket and let it get till my father. I have to keep in mind that I am still under his wings.

I knock on the door and wait. Two minutes pass and no sign of someone walking towards the door to open it. So I knock once again.

"I told you someone was knocking the door" Riya yells out a little louder than she usually does.

I wait for a minute and the door opens. Arni opens the door and looks at me with narrowed eyes and knitted brows. As if she is recalling who I am. I don't know why this is funny to me.

"Oh!!! It's Nishil! Your brother!!!!!" Arni yells looking towards me and then Riya again.

I am Riya's brother? Wow!

"Are you drunk?" I ask her.

"Awe! I wish you the same, you booboo" she slurs her words.

How much did she drink even? Before I realise, she falls on me and looks at me through her narrowed eyes. And winks at me. I am seriously having fun.

I walk inside dragging drunk Arni with me. And see that even Riya is drinking as well. An already empty bottle of wine and two shot glasses with an opened bottle of vodka. Wow these girls do know how to party! Because they were eating cheese poppers!!!

I quickly call Dhruv and ask him to come as soon as he can. Just to take his drunk girlfriend somewhere. Because I plan on taking Arni to my home. Two drunk girls alone at one place all the night doesn't sound good to me.

I sit on the couch looking at the girls who are giggling at each other. And then they throw the cheese poppers into each other's mouths and oh lord how nastily funny this is!

I laugh to myself. And my laugh grabs Arni's attention. She smiles as she looks at me. And her smile gets wider within a second.

"You really look good when you laugh" she whispers.

And I stop laughing. She is drunk. She even doesn't know what she is doing. But still, a compliment made its way. A genuine one at that. It feels good. To receive a genuine compliment.

Dhruv enters the room and he looks like he is pretty shook at the sight. Arni in my arms and Riya already passed out on the couch. Arni is yelling at Dhruv calling him a cop and she is a thief ready to hide.

The s**t this girl talks when she is drunk!! Someone can make a comedy show out of it.

"You take her. I know where the spare keys are. I'll take care of the rest" Dhruv says.

I nod and throw Arni on my shoulder. To my surprise she doesn't put on a fight. Before I wonder if she is sleeping, she starts hitting my ass.

"Perfect ass" she whispers.

"I heard it" I say walking to my car.

"Good. Because perfect things need to be appreciated" she slurs again.

Whatttttttttt???????

I throw her in the passenger seat and put her seatbelt on. Quickly jog to the other side and start driving before she falls asleep. That would be a problem.

It's already late at night so my driver and bodyguard will sure be sleeping. All I have to do is sneak her in and shut her mouth. Which is a tough task considering present situation.

"I see you are cute" she slurs again.

"Well, Thank You" I say as I park my car.

But I just sit there with her for sometime. Just to make sure no one is around. I guess the sound of gates has either driver or my gunmen awake, but if we stay low till they get back to sleep.. everything will get easier.

"Why are you looking around?" She asks.

She beats me to it before I answer her.

"Are we getting chased by the police? Oh My Gosh just as in movies. I would love it" she almost yells but I slap my hand on her mouth.!

This shouldn't go till my father's eye. Because Arni is my happiness that I have been treasuring lately. Far from people's eye. I don't want her life to get ruined by unwanted attention.

She slaps my hand away and narrows her eyes as she looks at me. Her hair falling on to her face.

"You really look cute" she pouts.

I laugh again.

And before I realise what is happening, she grabs me by my collar and presses her lips against mine. I had to inhale and exhale a couple of times to process that she is indeed kissing me.

So without a second thought, I kiss her back with the same rushed emotions.