chapter 8: Party

Siya

We came home a couple of hours before Party started, all the maids and butlers had already arranged
everything.

"What you wish for, Karan sa?" I asked in a whisper tone. Realizing he was quiet throughout the trip yet
he didn't even utter a word about any wish whereas we talked like crazy about it in the car.

"I didn't wish anything." He simply replied.

"Umm...why?"

"My previous wish is still pending, so I stopped believing in it ." That is all he said before Kaya
interrupted us.

"Bhabhi sa, I need your help," Kaya said, pulling me to her room. Whereas others went to theirs, to get
freshen and changed into something appropriate.

"What is it about?" I questioned.

"I am confused about what I should wear, I have so many dresses, gowns, and blah, blah." She replies,
opening her wardrobe.

In the morning, I was also confused, and right now too.

"Okay, I will help you choose then," I said, she gives me a side hug.

"Thanks, bhabhi sa."

She removes a few western dresses and arranges them in a line for me to decide. One was a long dark
red dress, the second one was a green velvet dress with a diamond belt on the midsection, and the



third one was a black net dress, which was open from the chest and thighs. The others were similar to
the rest of them.

"Which one would look good on me?" She asks.

"This red one." I pick the dress and place it in front of her body.

"Right? I was thinking this will look good on me....see Bhabhi sa our thoughts Mets." She says,
grinning.

I chuckled, "Yes."

"By the way, Bhabhi sa, what are you going to wear?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"Ohh, then I know a saree that will suit you, perfectly." She said, giving me a naughty smile.

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"No, no, no, I can't go like this in front of everyone, what Maa sa and Thakur sa will say?!" I silently
shouted at her, trying not to get anyone's attention.

"Yes, yes, yes, Mama and Papa are open-minded, plus, you are looking drop-dead gorgeous, don't
worry, just go and show that you are the bahu of the Suryavanshi family." She stated, giving me some
confidence.

"I hope so." She shrugs, dragging me along with her to the garden's center where the party is held.
This pink sparkly net Saree, it's too revealing yet it isn't helping me to walk either, I took small steps,
not feeling confident at all to look like this.

"Don't forget to smile, Bhabhi sa, till then, I will go find Karan bro for you."



"Hey, wait, don't leave-" before I could finish my line, she vanished among the guests. I felt the anxiety
grew up in me.

"Hello, gorgeous?" A fancy man's voice rang behind me, startled, I faced him, "did I scare you?" He
asks.

"Nope, you didn't," I told him, smiling weakly yet scared.

"That's good because my handsome face mostly attracts women not scares them," he stated proudly,
though, he is a foreigner with big shiny blue eyes and blonde hair that teaches girls' eyes, he is indeed
handsome.

"Right."

He leans down, taking my hands in his, he kisses my knuckles, I blushed hard, he gazes at me with a
smirk.

"Daniel, at least, leave her alone." Karan's cold voice sounded right next to me. It seems like they know
each other.

"Why tho? I don't leave a gorgeous girl alone, you know that Karan." He replies, winking at me. My lips
opened in surprise.

"Even if she is my wife?" Karan asks.

Daniel's eyes widened as he raised his brows in shock yet confusion. "Really?" He asks in skepticism.

"Yes, Adah met my high school jerk friend, Daniel, and Daniel, my wife Adah." He introduced us as
Daniel shot him a playful glare when Karan called him 'jerk.'



"You were no less, Karan, I still remember how you punched on my face on our very first day in
school."

"Right, you were the one who made me punch you, you roasted me for being Indian." Karan retorts.

"At least, from that fight, I learned clearly that you should never fight with Indians, in fact, with any
Asian if you love your nose and teeth so much."

I laughed. "You know, Adah, I wasn't able to smile for weeks until I put on fake teeth." He joked.

"Nice to meet you," I said, laughing.

"Same here. I think it's your arranged marriage, no?"

"How do you know?" Karan asked.

"Cause if it was your love marriage, you haven't left her alone like you never left Anjali whether it's a
party or washroom-" Karan quickly interjected and dragged him away.

"Keep your mouth shut, Danny, we aren't in Us anymore, we're in India especially at my home, no one
knows about Anjali here and you are talking my past in front of my present wife," Karan said, angrily to
him, but in a hushed tone as I wasn't able to get what they talking.

"Chill, Karan, I know."

"So better watch your words before you speak them."

Daniel matched my gaze as he nodded to Karan and walked towards me with a smile as nothing
happened. "Would you like to dance?" He asks, I look at Karan for permission, "He won't mind if I steal
his lovely wife for a moment. Will you?"



Not waiting for his answer, he pulls me on the dance floor, "See, I told you, he won't mind." He let his
palm on my waist and mine on his shoulder.

"No, I can't dance." I honestly said.

"No worries. I am professional," He whispers.

"Then, are you planning to embarrass both of us because of me?" He laughs at my response.

"Not really, I just wanted to see something in someone's eyes."

"What?"

"Jealousy."

"Jealousy?" I repeated the word, confusingly.

"Don't ask, just match my moves." He ordered, indicating at the DJ, that the rock song changes into a
soft melody. He twirls me around, softly, making me dance to the perfect rhythm with him. I didn't
realize that I was giggling in enjoyment, and suddenly, he stopped, following his sights, I saw Karan
was behind me.

"Can I get my lovely wife back?"


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