Amit's POV
"Are you asleep dear", My dadi (grandmother) asked me while massaging my head.
" No dadi, but thank you for the massage. It relaxes me every time ", I replied with a smile which widens only with the next word.
" You remember that tomorrow we are going to Priya's house to discuss your engagement as well as your wedding date", I nodded while resting my head again on her lap.
I have known her and her family since childhood, though we never interacted much, but something about her that makes me want to possess her.
I have always had everything with myself for luxury, comfort and my business, which is growing day by day by God's grace, yet I feel incomplete within myself but still nothing that helped me out.
I will be going to meet Priya after eight long years, and it is obviously an arranged marriage.
Even after my studies, I was staying in London only learning and expanding my business all over Europe and America.
I completed my BBA as well as my MBA from Oxford University, which is one of the best universities known all over the world, and I must say that my friends are my family though we are all busy growing in our careers, but we still take time for the get together once a month.
I am a successful businessman. If you look at me through a professional point of view and the people bestowed in front of me, there is still nothing I could smile about.
Losing my parents is something that no one could be able to fill. That's why I am waiting for one of my dad's choices, who could now complete my family.
Yes, I have a sister, Naina, who lives with me and Dadi in London.
They are all I have and one day Naina will leave me too, which always brings aches within my heart.
I wish that money could buy happiness, but Happiness is not for sale!!
That tragic night three years ago snatched everything from us and so they shifted away from India to stay with me here.
Every night, whenever I used to return home, I usually find Dadi waiting for me. I love the feeling that at least someone is out there left who still cares for me.
Sometimes I myself don't know what I want, as though I am content, but still I never feel satisfied.
Thinking about all this with lots of hope and turmoil, I dozed off.
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The next day I woke up with a strange feeling, something light. I could not understand why but I felt that something was going to change. Maybe I will finally find my happiness at last.
I shoved these thoughts off my mind and got dressed for the meeting.
As soon as I stepped into the dining hall, I made my toast and started off towards my office.
As I entered the office, my staff greeted me, and I waved to them. Though according to them, I am quite strict, everyone respects me here too, as I can't tolerate injustice towards anyone.
My main office is still in India. That's why today is the meeting regarding the projects and progress of the company here as well.
After 2 hours, the meeting finally ended with discussions regarding the needed changes.
I heard my phone ringing, and it was Naina calling me.
Just as I picked up the call, I heard my sister's excited voice, "Bhaiya, you remember, today you have to come with us to visit Priya, sorry Priya Bhabhi's house?"
"Yes, I remember, I will... "she cut me in mid.
"Oh, thank God you remembered reaching home by 5 so that we could arrive on time. Uffo, being the youngest, I have to look at so many things... ", dramatically, she was continuing as always, like she is the only one responsible. I chuckled at her words. Many-a-times she acts like my mother although she is three years younger than me. Usually being youngest has its own perks. They are pampered the most in the house, as usual.
After shortlisting a few designs for our upcoming project and making changes to a few designs, I turned off my laptop and headed to my home as it's already 5 pm now. Naina must be fuming late again although she reminded me.
I started the car and thought, as a small smile crept up on my lips while I shook my head, shoving the thoughts away, focusing on driving fast to reach home as soon as possible, mostly half an hour journey home.
In my parking area, after parking the car, I saw Naina standing in front of me with hands on her waist and angry eyes, at which I again shook my head, muttering a quick apology to which she rolled her eyes and pulled me straight to the room as if I was a disobedient child.
Just as we reached inside my room, she pushed me towards the washroom while I was still confused. She huffed, speaking, "You quickly freshened up and I already took out the suit you need to wear tonight"
I nodded my head with no other option left, I quickly freshened up and got ready.
I smiled to myself, never knew that the stubborn and arrogant girl would be my wife in a few days. Since childhood I have loved control, though in the world's eyes, I am purely a gentleman.
Though I won't disagree that I am still a gentleman. I took my sweet time to get ready because we are going to come face to face after 8 long years. Maybe we had met 3 years ago at my parents' funeral, but at that time I was solely focusing on my family and grief.
I reached the living room, finding my Dadi as well as Naina waiting for me with some gifts with them as well. They smiled, looking at my side, and Dadi came forward, putting the kajal from her eyes behind my ears.
"Mhahro chodo kitto pyaaro lag rahyo, kisi ki naja na lag jaye tanne" (My son, you look handsome, may lord protect you from evil eyes) Dadi hugged me with moist eyes.
I know she must be remembering Mom and Dad in these auspicious times, which is hard for us as well. Naina also got emotional while I spread my other arms for her, to which she happily ran towards us and hugged us tight.
Breaking the group hug, we all cleared our faces and headed towards the exit with both the important women in my both arms heading towards my third most important woman which again bought a little smile on my face while my heart is beating in excitement since morning erratically.
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After setting both of them in my back seat, we drove off towards Kothari House, but only one name getting into my mind.
"Priya"