ARA’S POV
“I get it right away, ma’am,” she said as she rushed out of the cabin.
I kept mum, as I remembered being angry. So, I have decided I will stay angry for some time.
After some time, she knocked on the door, came inside, and gave us our wedding dress.
She kept both covers and started opening one.
Wait, don’t open mine. I will check mine later. Just open Azar’s and be here to check the proper fitting, and if not, make a note and get it done.
And once it is done, call me. I will be in my cabin.
She nodded in agreement, but then I heard the voice saying…
“Why? Why can’t you check the fitting?” I huffed in annoyance and said, “Because I cannot see you in your wedding dress before the wedding, so now make it fast.”
I could see a shocked expression on Meera’s face, but then she looked down and smiled a little, but I didn’t notice.
I am not angry, but somehow this new information made my mood sour.
I was walking towards my cabin and noticed everyone peeking from their cubicle or their cabin, and that spread fuel for my anger.
I stopped in my tracks, looked towards everyone, and asked, “Don’t you guys have any work to do today? Or are we forgetting that we have less than 40 days for Paris fashion week?” I asked in an angry voice.
Hearing me, they all started working on their prospective work, and I noticed from the corner of my eyes that Vi was standing in the corner and smiling like crazy.
Ignoring her, I stared towards my cabin and sat on my chair, holding my head in my palm.
As expected, I heard the knock on my door, and without looking up, I said, Come in, Vi.
I looked up with a tired face, and she was looking at me and smiling like a creep. Now, what is wrong with her?
I raise my eyebrow like I’m asking to speak, and in response, she wriggles her eyebrows.
In irritation, I said, “Vi, I am already not in the mood, so please don’t irritate me right now.” I try to ignore her, but, well, I know it is not possible.
“Why, Princess, what happened? Tell me?” She asked.
I huffed and said, “You know Azar is the owner of this company?”
Which she replied, “Yes, why?”
I gave her a shocked look and asked, “You knew this”?
She nodded in agreement, and I again hid my face with my palm.
Only I was unaware of this; otherwise, the entire world knows.
I looked up in anger and asked, “Why did you not inform me about this?”
She gulped in fear and said, “I thought you already knew it.”
“And how did you assume this?” I asked her, looking angry as never.
“Everyone knows about their husband’s work, so how would I know you are a special one who knows nothing about it?” She stated it as a matter of fact.
Hearing this, I fumed like lava and said, “Get out right away. Out.” I shout at the top of my voice.
She runs like a scary cat, and I close my eyes to calm myself down.
It’s not like I don’t know what my husband does. I know he manages a multinational company. It’s just that I don’t know if this company is also under him.
But he could have told me. Rather, he must be enjoying my unawareness.
Sometimes someone knocks on my door, and I look up to see and ask the person to come in and see Meera standing.
“Yes, Meera, is everything done?”
“Yes, ma’am’s Suit was tight from the shoulder, but I shall get it done in no time.” She spoke professionally.
I nod. “Ok, let me know once it is done.”
“Ahmm, ma’am, sir, is expecting you in his cabin.”
I nodded, stood up, and started walking towards his cabin. I notice from the corner of my eye that this time people are minding their own business.
Finally,
I knocked on the door twice and entered, hearing no reply, and here he was, standing near the window with all his glory and looking outside Stockholm traffic.
Before I could say anything, I heard his voice say, “Lock the door.”
I look back to see the lock on the door, and wow, he has a lock on his door? That is new, as I don’t have one.
Locking the door, I looked back and got startled as he was standing in front of me.
How does he cover this much distance so fast? Is he having some superpower, or is he some ghost?
Ghost OMG, my husband is a ghost?
“Hold your horses, My Queen.” I heard his voice.
I looked up, not getting what he was saying.
He shook his head and ignored my look completely.
Holding my hand, he started walking towards the sofa.
He sat on the sofa, and with a jerk, I was sitting on his lap. I kept my hand on his chest to balance myself.
‘God, he has so much strength in what he eats. An elephant?’ I thought.
He held me from my waist to keep me in place and asked, “Now tell me what is wrong with your mood”?
I look up and try to give him a bit of an angry look but fail miserably as I don’t know how to stay angry for a long time, so I look down.
“I am a man of less patience, My Queen, so please tell me what happened before I lose what I have with me.”
Look at the audacity. Now, why would he get angry?
I huffed internally and said, “You know, everyone must be laughing at me; I know nothing about my husband.”
“So, you know nothing about your husband?” He counter-questioned me.
“No, of course not. I very well know what my husband does; I am not that stupid.” I said, looking at him.