Mine, To Hold And Behold

I ran a hand through my hair for the tenth time in the past minute. All these flashes and heavy lightning isn't helping my already sweating body. My collar was drenched in sweat and so were my armpits. The brown Suit that I was wearing isn't exactly helping. Though I must admit, I am attracting a small group of female attention even in this 'classy c*m businessman c*m good boy yet sweating like a pig' look/state. My usual bad boy look is what that suits me more and that is something I am always comfortable in. This 'wear a suit' thing isn't exactly working with me. The reason for my frustration isn't these flashing cameras that are trying to capture me since I came here, nor are the women who are desperately trying to gain my attention just by battling their eyelashes at me and sending one of those slutty winks. Do they even know the meaning of the word dignity? don't think so. In any other circumstances, I would have delightfully encouraged these women by sending one of those famous smirks of mine which instantly makes their knees go weak. but not right now. I didn't want to be here in the first place. I have been dragged here against my will and mind you, I don't do anything that is against my will and this is the reason, for my frustration and the scowl that has been on my face since I came. I tried calling my gang for the hundredth time and still, there is no reply. I have sent hundredths of texts that are containing all the curse words one can ever think of and still, no reply. They aren't my friends exactly, more like my loyal followers. And they don't just ignore my calls and messages like that, because they will have to face the consequences later. I ran a hand through my hair once again, combing t the silky hair strands with my fingers and giving it a messy look. I let out a frustrated sigh. "Don't worry son" my dad chimed in. I almost forgot that I have been sitting beside my dad all the while, until he spoke up again, "I have taken personal care of your buddies. I made sure they won't interrupt you tonight. So stop fussing about those worthless rascals and enjoy the wedding." he gave me one of those wicked smirks that clearly says 'I AM THE BOSS'. And go through the window, are any chances of me escaping this stupid wedding. Currently, I am at this Indian wedding that is taking place in the outskirts of New York. I am Raghunatha Chary. That's what my dad decided to name me. My father's name is Krishnamurthy, and just guess what he is famously called as, 'Krish'. And after Bollywood filming an Indian superhero as Krish, his name just became the latest trend in our country. And that was the moment I started hating my dad. Come on, can you blame me? Just look at that godforsaken name. So I prefer Rags, Raghu, anything other than that god damn name that my dad gave me. My dad is one of the leading businessmen in India, which makes him insanely rich. Mind you, it makes him rich, not me. Apparently, my dad hates my guts so he just declared that I have to prove him that I am worthy of his wealth and until then I won't have any kind of legal rights on the property or money. Despite his declarations, I still get my share of money every month for my expenses and don't ask how. That's for me to know and you to find out. Right now the wedding that I am attending is a family friend/ business associate/ far relative's daughter's wedding, which is happening in New York. I have been blackmailed into this trip by threatening me from getting engaged to some 'so-called' politicians daughter. A threat that my dad would not think twice before going through with it. So I had to come. It has been two days and these ceremonies don't seem to end at all. This is the reason I hate Indian wedding despite being an Indian. these aunties just don't give up from feeding me those humongous ladoos into my mouth and shoving their daughters shamelessly into my arms wishing one of them would make me fall in love with them. I'm fu*king tired with this sh*t. I saw Bianca approaching me with a seductive smile on her face. Oh No! "Hey, Krish. long time" she gave him a peck on his cheek. "Six months to be exact, dear" my dad replied with a smile on his lips. but only I knew that his smile was fake. He hated Bianca from the depths of his guts, but just tolerated her because she was the daughter of some so-called politician. Yes, she is the one my dad threatened me to get engaged to if I didn't come here. And everyone, I mean everyone, including my dad, knows what kind of a tramp she is. And oh please, don't even think that just because my dad knows what a b***h Bianca is, he wouldn't get his only son wed to her. He is a businessman first and then a father. He wouldn't even bat his eyelid before announcing my engagement to the b***h if I didn't play along with him. That is how much he resents me. "Hey Rags! how are you?" she asked using the tone, which she assumed to be seductive. But girl, that isn't going to work on me. I am the king of flirt here. "just fine babes" I replied hiding the snort that wants to escape so badly. "Just fine? HM... too bad. My cousin's wedding and you are just fine? This is New York baby. You should be rocking the party instead of being so idle" she said adding a pout in the end. God! is she trying to be cute? someone, please tell her she is miserably failing at it. She turned to my dad, "Krish you don't mind, do you if I take him for a quick drink?" she asked trying to sound innocent. But my dad very well knows not to fall for it. He and I both knew what quick she is talking about. 'Come" she pulled me (without even asking me) towards the back exit leading into the backyard of the garden where the bar is not located. I am in Deep s**t.