Vihaan
He went towards her, held her hand and she looked at him smiling. His hands stretched to grab her waist. The lights were on and all of the wealthy men and women clapped their hands, welcoming the couple.
He kissed her in front of everyone, in front of my eyes and I was grappled with a strange feeling. Should I not be standing there? I pumped up this weird desire.
She wore a Princess gown, which looked more like a wedding dress. She had not seen me yet but even in that crowd of five hundred people, I only looked her from a corner.
The woman I saved just now, was dazzling tonight. What happen so suddenly?
There was a PR team too present in that cruise and now they surrounded the couple and began asking questions.
What is the secret of a happy marriage?
"Nothing great, just love and trust." She replied and looked to her husband. I felt like she was forcing herself to speak like that, "A man who is capable of love me in all my nights and days, I believe that's the secret of a happy marriage."
Mr Agasthya, what is that one thing that you still admire in her?
"Her affection, attraction and submission and so on…" He said and laughed.
On that part, when she said the key of a happy marriage life was the same amount of love you receive from your partner and I'm so glad and lucky to have him in my life and making my life very beautiful..... put me in severe doubt.
If she was glad to have him, where was he when she was throwing herself out of deck? A few minutes back, she was climbing on the top of the aisle, wanting to commit suicide, she was in tears, in pain and now, this was a completely different personality, convulsed in laughter and joy.
When the PRs team was done with the interview, Daksh and her wife engaged in a conversation. This time, I couldn't hold my patience and knocked on his back. He fend off.
"Vihaan … was looking for you?" He said in excitement.
"I was just there, watching you both, looking great." I told and waved my eyes at her and she pretended like she was watching me for the first time, oblivious of me or the fact that we had a moment before.
"Meet my wife, Mrs Aria Damani Agasthya…" He told, "the star of my eyes, my amazing wife." He kissed her on her cheeks and she mildly smiled.
"Hello, I'm Vihaan Agni Deol…." I greeted, took her gloved hand, and carefully laid a deferential kiss on her knuckles "I am honored to officially make your acquaintance, Miss Aria Agasthya."
"Glad to meet you." She replied and then excused herself for a drink. I remained standing with Daksh, wanting to know about her, and him and their married life.
"Your wife is really pretty." I said.
He chortled, " I know she's pretty and that's why I have married her. Why don't you find a woman here? I would love to dance on your wedding." He said tapping on my shoulder.
A waiter came to serve us champagne. Taking a glass, we cheered up and told him, I would now need a wife, a pretty one, a gorgeous, just like your wife.
He guffawed, bursting into laughter, "Aria is a diamond, and a diamond-like her is rare to find. My angel can't be made again. You know?"
I just could not gulp this fact, she was my friend's wife. This was not acceptable at least in my world. Finding myself a better place, I beheld at her. Out of all the beautiful girls and women present in the crowd, she was the only one to be noticed graciously. She did not have to compete, she was shining in the crowd with a beauty, that I could not explain. But her act of oblivion towards me was bit strange. She acted like she had not seen me before. She gave a pleasant smile when I shook hands with her and later on she disappeared with few ladies
I wanted to speak to her but Daksh was clung to her like a magnet. I know he was her husband but whenever she talked to anyone, whether a man or woman, he was near her, swiping his hands on her waist and then mumbling something into her ear.
She flinched every second whenever he was standing close to her. Her eyes were speaking a thousand words and if only I could read, what she was going through. I wanted to be near her, even for a second.
They were a married couple, no doubt, but there was something between them that put me into uncertainty and precariousness.
After all the celebration, a music group came on the stage with their band and incredible artists. They began a fire performance and the crowd enjoyed. Then they sang a more romantic hindi song and this time, the star of the evening, came in the centre. Daksh held her wife's hand and took her to the centre for a dance. Later on other couples joined them too.
I guess the only couple left to dance was Me and Darren. We looked at each other and laughed. I stayed at the party longer while Darren returned to his suite. Daksh and I had few discussions regarding our business. He asked about my mom and dad. While I was talking to him, I could not find his wife. She was not there in party too. When I asked about it to Daksh, he told she returned in her room due to exhaustion and tired.
"Good." I replied. The woman needs some rest.
"So you are joining for the breakfast tomorrow. I will have you meet some people." Said Daksh.
"Like who?" I asked being curious.
"Few delegates and few interesting ladies…." He told while giving me a punch on my belly. "My Friend, I cannot see you alone. Do not worry, I have arranged great things for you. I am well aware of your Italian taste." He chuckled off.
Well scrap that breakfast. The only person I wanted to see was his wife, Aria Agasthya. She's damn hot and sexy. Seeing her dancing even with her husband raged me up.
This inquisitiveness about her had taken all over my brains. I was returning to my suite when my eyes again saw her. She was standing very far, but her gaze towards the ocean confirmed that it was definitely her. She was on the terrace of the 7th deck while I was on the 8th and the clock had crossed midnight.
Without further ado, I joined her where she hung on.
"Are you still thinking to jump?"
"Who are you to question me?" She turned and scrutinized in amazement.
"The man who saved a woman from her idiosyncrasy attempt," I replied standing next to her without altering my gaze away from the sea. She did not say a word, instead, she stared the ruffling waves as they crashed. I glanced her side face when the wind blew, tiny hair strands scattered on her temple, giving her an angelic face.
"You know it's not sufficiently passable to ogle somebody's wife." She commented, catching my sheer gaze.
"Well, I was just validating if you have any plans of jumping again. You know it's difficult to understand women's intentions."
"So how do you validate that?" She questioned back.
"Looking at your eyes."
"Well, its illegal to look at those eyes that belong to someone." She replied in a deadpan wit but it was not enough to make me feel fumble.
"I don't live here and so laws do not matter." I replied but she scurried off.