The murmurings and the snaps started to increase and within minutes I was surrounded by all the media and reporters there. My hands started shaking, the small chitter chatter were died down and whispering started to grow all over the place. My stomach started to twist and turn, the sick felling in my stomach started to grow more each passing minutes.
"If you are not felling well, the driver can drop you to the penthouse. "
The cold voice and the emotionless worry, it felt like he did this just to make me uncomfortable or maybe just to shame in infront of all the media and world.
I looked up at him, who was staring down at me with a straight face and a small frown.
"No, I'm good. "
My reply came rather in a shaky voice.
The last thing I wanted was to be humiliated because of running away from media.
After the death of my mother, the media's attention was constantly on me. And when my father banned me for going out, it was kind of relief for me. But that doesn't mean paparazzi stopped following me, instead they became more interested in my life.
Being famous and being hidden from the world, I was hot topic time to time. All types of rubbish were printed along with me and my mother's name, and I think my father was not really interested in clearing that.
Compared to the weird nonsense I was famous for this was just a piece of cake. But reading about yourself in a empty room and facing the whole media is quite challenging.
"Let's go. "
He was again gone right after he said the word, walking ahead of me.
The hushed voices was still surrounding us but this time a little slow. We walked inside with him walking ahead and me tailing behind me.
The big field was filled with people, people who consider themselves high and mighty. I watched the women in skirts and trouser looking at me like I'm a rare sight to see or to laugh about.
He did not wait in the field instead a man approach us and we were invited to a pirate room which was giving a great view of the field by its glass window.
This room was specifically made for meet up with two big couches which surrounding a table and a sofa which was separately tucked in the corner.
We sat in the same couch maintaing the distance, a waitress along with a bottle of whiskey as I was served the same. I eyed the glass which contain the amber colour liquid. Never once in my life I've drink alcohol, well to drink alcohol I should have attended parties.
"Wear this. "
A big diamond ring was shoved into my hands. It was obvious that the ring was just for show. I look at him, as he slide in his ring finger. The ring I was holding was big and it was two piece ring, I looked at his hand, his was just a normal band and it did not looked like they were in the same case. I wonder if he choose the ring himself. I slided the ring in my finger it was stuck, the first band was a good size but the second was not going in because of its weird shape. After a lot of pushing and shoving it finally went in, making my finger red eyes teary.
My wincing was stopped when the door opened a man in trousers and polo shirt came in. He was followed by a lady in a skirt and full sleeves tshirt, she took off her gloves and cap and handed it to someone who disappeared after taking it.
Again the same lady, who served us came and served champagne to the lady and whiskey to the man. It was moments before, a hard voice broke into the silent atmosphere, it was as cold as he ordered me not even a slight change was there.
"Your property in Mumbai, I will pay twice the price. "
I stare the nails which was grown out of shape. The conversation has nothing to do with me. I wonder why he took me here. But then again, everyone was here with their partner, maybe that was reason why I was here.
"What to do, I have already made a deal with king of Jodhpur, Ravindra Taneja. I can't deceive him, can I. "
Even through I was not looking at the man, I could sense the mischievous smile of his in his voice. I don't think he will back down without a large sum.
"King of Jodhpur... I think you are talking about my fiancee father. "
My head snapped to look at him when his hand snaked my waist and pulled me towards him. He spare me glace and then again turned to face the man.
His hands were snaked at my waist but his palms was really not resting, rather his hands were alert not to touch me.
"Fianceé? "
The woman squealed in surprise followed by the man. Her gaze first went to my face and then at the ring which was shining proudly in my finger. Now I know why he gave me the ring in a place like this.
"Is she the elder princess of Jodhpur? "
I looked straight at the man who was gwaking at me as if I'm some type of rare piece of art, which was hidden. Then I looked the woman who was starting at me with her face scrunched. That woman looked anything but angry.
"I don't think he will be angry even if you will sell the land to me, afterall I'm his future son in law... right, Kavya? "
He looked at me with a straight face and if anything he was scary, he stared right at my eyes which was screaming for me to say yes.
Now I knew why he bring he here, I was here just for his own good, he engaged to me just for his own profit and me, I was just a puppet in his game, who he was going to play with.
I break free of his hands and sat straight trying to control the rage which was building up inside me. I wanted to scream at him, shout at him, but then again, I was having enough article for me today causing a ruckus here will make me no good.
They talked and I knew the deal was gone good, when they shook their hand.
It was seconds after that we were out of the party and was going to the penthouse. My mind was still filled with so much question and anger and I was desperately trying to control it. The car stopped, the elevator dinged and we were inside the house again, the dogs came running, and like my first day in here, they lept to him and I stared. The only difference was the unsettled anger.
"Did you just use me there...?"
His feet halted and he turned to look me, who was still standing at the door. He stared at me without saying anything.
"You get us engaged us just for your own profit."
My voice raised just for the slightest as I stared back at him.
He slowly stepped towards me, like a predictor moving towards his prey.
"I don't do anything which does not give me profit. So yeah, this is for my own good. And didn't your own father sold you to me, in price of just a few billions. "
"Shut up! "
Everything the internet said about this man was true, he is heartless, cruel but most of all he is a monster who look for his own gain.
The moments after my scream I felt the air in my throat getting blocked, my eyes started to brim with tears and a few scaped rolling down my checks. My vision became blurred but I could clearly see the person who was squeezing my neck.
"You do not shout at me. "
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