You are rejected😵

4 years ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

The driver reached the entrance gate of the Malhotra Mansion around 1 hour later. The gate was opened by the guard. Prithvi was looking through the window, more he was observed the more he gradually got surprised to see everything in his surroundings had remained the same. Today, he had found a different kind of nostalgia within his soul. he was eagerly waiting to see each and every member of his family. After crossing the gate the first things noticed by his gaze was the long grey path , big trees across the wall of the gate, and that artificially colored electric waterfall in the middle of the vast area in front of the house. He was gradually impatient by passing every second. His heart beats were getting faster , he recalled the day when he left for Australia, his childhood games across the courtyard of the house, scolded by his mother, day-night wandering around the beautiful garden with so many lovely colorful flowers, he was feeling like to hold all of these precious memories inside the memory inbox of his brain forever.

Malhotra mansion

Prithvi stepped out of the car, his gaze sweeping across the grand bungalow's facade as the vehicle came to a halt at the main gate. His unblinking eyes absorbed every detail, drinking in the familiarity of the estate after seven long years.

A gentle breeze caressed his face, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Prithvi's eyes fluttered closed, allowing the soothing air to wash over him. The warmth of the sun-kissed breeze seemed to welcome him home, and a subtle smile crept onto his lips.

As he opened his eyes, his gaze lingered on the intricately carved wooden door. With a measured pace, he approached the entrance and pressed the doorbell. The chime echoed through the stillness, but the door remained shut. Prithvi's impatience grew with each passing moment, his finger instinctively pressing the bell again ... and again.

The silence was finally broken by the creaking of the door, its slow opening a stark contrast to Prithvi's escalating anticipation.

The door swung open, revealing a familiar face that instantly lit up Prithvi's features with a warm smile. Harman Kaka, the loyal servant, stood before him, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia. Despite his lean frame and greying hair, Harman's spirit remained unwavering, exuding a youthful energy.

"Chote Sarkar," Harman whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, as he struggled to contain his joy. Prithvi's eyes crinkled at the corners as he exclaimed, "Harman Kaka!"

The two shared a heartfelt reunion, Prithvi enveloping Harman in a tight, affectionate hug. Memories of Prithvi's childhood flooded back – Harman's captivating stories, his guidance, and unwavering support after his mother's passing.

As they embraced, Prithvi recalled his childhood dreams, "I'll become a minister one day, Harman Kaka, and you'll be my trusted assistant!" Harman's eyes now shone with unshed tears, his weathered face radiant with pride.

Prithvi stepped into the grand living room, its opulent decor unfolding before him. The spacious area was elegantly furnished with plush sofas adorned with soft cushions, encircling a sleek glass table. A delicate flower vase atop the table showcased pristine white blooms, while two majestic golden vases flanked the entrance. The ceiling lights cast a warm glow, illuminating the room's splendour.

Harman's enthusiastic announcement echoed through the halls, "Chote Sarkar has arrived!" The words triggered a flurry of activity, as family members emerged from various corners of the house.

As they descended the stairs, their faces reflected a mix of shock and joy. Prithvi's gaze locked onto his grandfather and grandmother, their eyes welling up with tears. His heart swelled with emotion as he approached them.

With reverence, Prithvi touched their feet, seeking their blessings. His grandfather's wrinkled hands cradled his head, while his grandmother's tender touch bestowed warmth and love.

"Aashirwad, beta," (Blessings, child) they whispered in unison, their voices trembling with affection.

Adityanath's eyes twinkled with warmth as he asked, "Why didn't you inform us about your arrival, Prithvi?"

"I wanted to surprise you, Dada ji," Prithvi replied, his smile radiant.

A soft, melodious voice whispered, "Prithvi." He turned to face the speaker, his eyes meeting his aunt, Mrs. Anannya Malhotra, gentle gaze. Resplendent in a green sari, her complexion glowed with a warm, golden undertone, and the vermilion on her forehead shone like a beacon of love.

Prithvi's face lit up as he touched her feet, seeking blessings. "Mumsy," he affectionately addressed her, his voice filled with warmth.

"Bless you, beta," Anannya said, her hands cradling his head.

As Prithvi straightened, his gaze swept the room, searching for his beloved family members. "Where are the others?" he asked, his tone infused with cheerful curiosity.

Ananya's heart swelled with emotion as Prithvi addressed her as "Mumsy." It had been an eternity since they'd shared a face-to-face moment, and the video calls, though precious, couldn't replace the warmth of his physical presence. The maternal bond they shared, forged after Purvi's passing, tightened her chest.

As she emerged from her nostalgic reverie, Ananya's voice regained its gentle composure. "Anushka's at college, beta. Avinash and Bade bhai sahab ( Prithvi's father) are at the office, caught up in meetings today."

Her gaze then shifted to Prithvi's arrival. "Prithvi, did you take an Uber? Why didn't you inform us about your visit?" A hint of playful reprimand danced in her eyes.

Prithvi gave his Mumsy the same answer that he had given to his grandfather a few minutes ago. He told Aryan, the Son of his Mama Mami, and also made a promise not to reveal anything about this to anyone as he wanted to give a wonderful surprise to everyone.

“By the way, where was Ariyan?’’ Prithvi asked

At that moment, Ariyan came out of his room as he was busy on his phone with some business related queries !

Hi! Dude, Ariyan came close to Prithvi; they had shared a worm and hugged each other.

Ananya groused Ariyan a little bit because if he had given a piece of information to her, then she could make some favourite dishes of Prithvi from earlier.

“Sorry Mom ”Ariyan apologized

Prithvi interrupted him and said to her that it was not his mistake he had only obeyed his promise that was all.
Okay now, go to your room and take some rest, I would serve you some tasty food as soon as possible
Prithvi, before going to his room, requested everyone in the living room not to inform him anything about his arrival at his father's, as he wanted to give him a fantastic surprise to his father.
Everybody assured him by their gestures.

In the other corner of the Mumbai

Sanyogita reluctantly agreed to meet the prospective groom, despite her numerous objections. Her mother had arranged this meeting, and she couldn't decline without arousing suspicion.

She arrived at the upscale restaurant, its elegant façade and soft lighting a stark contrast to her turbulent thoughts. Inside, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods enveloped her, momentarily calming her nerves.

At the entrance, she inquired about Rishi, the man waiting for her on the second floor, table number 201. The waiter escorted her upstairs, his polished shoes clicking on the marble floor.

As they approached the table, Rishi stood up, his bright smile and sparkling eyes instantly noticeable. "Hi! I'm Rishi," he said, extending his hand. Sanyogita's handshake was firm, her voice measured. "Sanyogita Sharma."

Rishi's attire – a fitted, brown half-sleeve T-shirt – accentuated his lean physique, while his neatly styled hair framed his chiselled features. His gentle demeanour put her at ease, but she remained guarded.

"You're even more beautiful in real life," Rishi exclaimed, his cheeks flushing with admiration. Sanyogita's expression remained polite, her mind already set on sabotaging this meeting and dashing his marital hopes.

"Would you like tea or coffee?" Rishi asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Sanyogita replied “Coffee”[she had a calm in her tone ]

He ordered the waiter for “two cups of coffee”He was asking about her hobbies , her likes ,dislikes

Sanyogita's calm tone belied her inner turmoil as she replied, "Coffee." Rishi ordered two cups, his enthusiasm undiminished.

As they waited for their drinks, Rishi launched into a barrage of questions, inquiring about her hobbies, likes, and dislikes. Sanyogita's responses were monosyllabic, her disinterest palpable. She turned out his eager chatter, her mind elsewhere.

Undeterred, Rishi shared stories about his work, friends, and passions. Sanyogita's gaze drifted, her politeness wearing thin.

Finally, she interrupted his monologue, her voice firm but polite. "I don't intend to marry you." The words hung in the air, a stark rejection.

Rishi's bright smile faltered, replaced by a puzzled frown. "Why?" he asked, seeking a reason for her refusal.

Sanyogita's shoulders rose in a gentle shrug. "I'm not ready for marriage. I only came here to appease my mother. Please understand, I didn't mean to disappoint you." Her voice conveyed genuine regret.

Rishi exhaled a sigh, his expression thoughtful. "Usually, girls reject marriage proposals for two reasons: career ambitions or existing relationships." His eyes locked onto hers, searching for hints.

Sanyogita's glance turned icy, her eyes flashing with displeasure. "What's your interest in my career, Mr. Rishi?" she asked, her tone crisp, bordering on hostility.

Rishi leaned back in his chair, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips. "Just curious," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "After all, it's not every day one meets a talented professional like yourself."

Sanyogita's frown deepened, her eyebrows knitting together. "Talented professional?" she repeated, her voice laced with scepticism. "You know nothing about me, Mr. Rishi."

Rishi's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes glinting with challenge. "I know enough," he countered. "You're intelligent, driven, and beautiful. A rare combination."

Sanyogita's cheeks flushed, her anger simmering. "That's enough," she snapped, her voice firm. "This conversation is over."

Rishi's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I think it's just the beginning," he said, his words dripping with innuendo.

Sanyogita's eyes narrowed, her patience exhausted. She rose from her seat, her movements fluid and deliberate. "Excuse me," she said, her voice icy. "I have more important things to attend to."

Sanyogita's eyes blazed with indignation as Rishi's inquiries crossed the line from curiosity to intrusion. Her frowned eyebrows deepened, a warning sign of her escalating irritation.

"Who is that guy?" Rishi pressed on, his tone relentless.

Sanyogita's patience snapped. "What will you gain by knowing whether I have someone in my life or not?" she countered, her voice firm, laced with annoyance.

Rishi's expression turned intense, his eyes burning with an unsettling curiosity. "It's a matter of us," he declared, his words dripping with possessiveness. "We will get married soon, so I have the right to know about your past."

Sanyogita's face contorted in disgust. "Excuse me!" she exclaimed, her voice rising. "You must be delusional. I told you just moments ago, "I don't want this marriage to happen."

Rishi's gaze didn't waver, his questions slicing through her protests. "Were you hurt by someone before? Cheated on? Did he break your trust, play games with your emotions?"

Sanyogita's eyes widened, outrage simmering beneath her composed exterior. "How dare you!" she hissed, her words trembling with anger. "You have no right to pry into my personal life."

Rishi's relentless questioning ignited a fire within Sanyogita. Her eyes flashed with indignation as she stood up, her movements swift and decisive.

"Enough, Mr. Reporter!" she declared, her voice firm and commanding. "Cease this cross-examination. I'm not a suspect on your crime TV show."

With a fluid motion, she pulled out her wallet and settled the bill, her hands shaking slightly with suppressed anger. "Coffee, please," she ordered the waiter, her tone crisp.

Rishi's unblinking stare betrayed his shock. He had underestimated Sanyogita's strength and forthrightness. Yet, beneath his surprise, a spark of admiration ignited. He was captivated by her fiery aura.

As Sanyogita prepared to leave, she turned to Rishi, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't dare to pry into my personal life again. You've been rejected, Mr. Reporter. Inform your aunt this was our first and last meeting. Goodbye!"

With a swish of her hair, Sanyogita exited the restaurant, leaving Rishi stunned and humiliated. His pride smarted from the rejection, but his fascination with her intensified.

Rishi's face burned with humiliation, his ego smarting from Sanyogita's blunt rejection. He couldn't comprehend why she wouldn't succumb to his charms. After all, he was Rishi, the renowned journalist.

But Sanyogita's dismissal had awakened a relentless drive within him. He became consumed by the urge to reclaim her attention, to prove his worth.

In the quiet solitude of his apartment, Rishi's fingers flew across his phone's screen, scrolling through Sanyogita's social media profiles. He devoured every post, every photo, and every update, his eyes hungry for glimpses of her.

His obsession intensified with each passing moment. He analysed her online interactions, searching for clues to crack the code of her indifference. His mind raced with strategies to win her over.

Rishi's apartment, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison, confining his restless energy. He paced back and forth, his thoughts swirling with determination.

"I will make her mine," he whispered to himself, his voice laced with conviction.

As the night wore on, Rishi's fixation grew, fueled by the thrill of the chase.