Ballroom Blunders
Part 1
She huffed umpteenth times and blew the strand of her face “ why Lord why she had to lose” she thought looking up at the sky.
Few days back Aryan asked Imlie to accompany her to the Fancy ballroom event organised by the Elites of the society which he has been attending consistently for the past five years, and this year he wanted her to join him to which she plainly refused, and her refusal came back to bite her in the ass when he calmly put on a difficult challenge of completing report before sunset which if not done then she’ll has to accompany him so Lo and behold “Here she was dressed like a freaking porcelain doll in a black ballroom gown with halter neck and tiny sleeves” about to make an entry along side the “Rude, Arrogant, ABP...” She glanced sideways to throw draggers at him “Only if looks could kill”
He offered her his arm to interlock hers, she scoffed seeing that and folded her arms. He sighed “Want me to give you another task”
She smiled sweetly looking up to him “just please would work”
He scoffed then pinched the bridge of his nose as he saw the door was about to open and said “Please give me your arm...”
“kaat ke...” she asked widening her eyes
“Imlie...” he warns
“Okay okay...” saying that she links her arm with him “Sadu, akdu, ABP...” she mutters under her breath.
He clenches his jaw and stride to enter nearly dragging her along with him. As soon as the step into the ballroom the paparazzi started clicking photos, Imlie was blinded by the raging flashes as she raised her hand to protect her eyes which Aryan saw and his one glance to the paparazzi and everyone stopped clicking all at once. Imlie removed her hand from her face and blinked her eyes rapidly to check if her vision was intact.
Aryan shook his head slightly and marched ahead with her in tow. They were strolling in the ballroom with people greeting them as they walk and that is when Imlie saw this lady who was wearing the most fit and probably highly uncomfortable top that just squeezed the lights out of her chest approaching them her gaze could hardly see her face as all she could see was her Chest
“My God Mr Rathore you finally graced us with your presence. .” she said shaking his hand quite enthusiastically.
“And she might be your belle so pretty...” she said looking at Imlie and shaking her hand.
“Did she just called me Bail because I’m wearing black” Imlie thought shaking her hand “Khud hogi Bail hath mila rahi hai ke torat rahi hai...” she thought wincing internally as she was still shaking her hand enthusiastically “han le jao Tum le jao humra bazu utaar ke..” she thought giving up on the hope of getting her arm back when she suddenly left her hand and went to greet someone else.
“Thank God...” she sighed and massaged her hand as if it needed any after the vigorous hand shaking “probably should stick to Namaste” she thought.
Aryan looked at her sighing “She wasn’t that bad...”
She replied still massaging her hand “Oh she wasn’t, it is just she was about to break my hand and her breasts were smothering my face...”
Aryan choked on his breath as he heard her, and with wide eyes stared at her to confirm she really said what he heard but she was too busy in massaging her hand and looking around to realize what she just uttered.
Okay he need to think, Aryan has seen sad Imlie, fiery Imlie, nervous Imlie, crying Imlie, confuse Imlie but never in his brain it occurred that she has this wild sassy side to her which was coming out blessing him today in the Ballroom event. He thought if it was okay to bring her here today because right now his decision seemed anything to him than okay.
Before he could tell her or guide her, she left him standing and move towards the drink corner he couldn’t go behind her as his business associates stopped him enroute greeting him.
Imlie looked around for any non-alcoholic drink. When two ladies approached her from “Oh my God, see Mr Rathore’s BO finally he brought you today with him...” they said giggling.
“Did they just call me boo” she thought “wait first she calls me Bail now they are calling me boo what is wrong with them did compliments hurt these people as a child...atleast specify what smell am I" she muttered under her breathe and sniffs herself while passing them a tight lipped smile.
“Between what is your name...” the lady with blonde hair asked nudging her shoulder.
“Imlie...” she replies holding her shoulder.
“Oh Tamarind...” they guffaws.
Imlie gritted her teeth “ bhains ki aankh kahan phansa diye hai humko...”
“Glad Mr Rathore brought you here today or else today Miss Chabarya was sure to have a dance with him by hook or crook...”they gossiped
Imlie’s ear perked up “Miss who...?”
“Oh Miss Chabarya the daughter of the Minister she has been after Mr Rathore since forever and for today’s Ball she was pretty sure she will bring him down on his knees but he brought you poor Miss Chabarya...” they snicker "There she is...” she slightly nudged her in the direction of supposed Miss Chabarya and Imlie could sense all this woman was seeing is red.
She immediately looked around for Aryan and found him conversing with his associate, and steered towards him with the speed as if she was being chased by a hound.
She stopped once she collided with his back. Aryan steadied her with one hand on her back and one on her waist.
“What in the world are you in so much hurry for?” he asked
“You brought me here for what?” she asked gritting her teeth
“As... a partner...” he replied not sure where this was going
“Lie.. you brought me here as your body guard” she jibes
“In case you forgot I already have bodyguards Imlie...” he replies indigently
“Yeah but they won’t protect you from Miss Mabarya now do they? You brought me here so she won’t pester you and you can keep the other flies away, what am I a pest control...” she vexes jabbing a finger in his chest
“You mean to say Miss Chabarya who told you about her...” he asks raising his eyebrow alarms started to ring around him well that wasn't really his intention, It was just a very little part of his intention no one needs to know that.
“See I was right, you thought I wouldn’t know about Miss Jabarya but huh I know and I know why you brought me here but let me tell you I’m not letting my self be killed for you...” she says squinting her eyes at him.
“It's Chabarya, and look Imlie it isn’t like that no one is going to kill you...” he pacifies her but she cuts him off
“Oh it is because from where I’m seeing it...” she looks behind him “ She seems like a raging bull only that I’m not wearing red or else I would’ve been stomped to death by now...” she gulps.
Aryan shifts slightly to look in the direction and sure enough there stood Miss Chabarya with flared nostrils and clenched fists “Oh Dear God...” he thought and looks back at Imlie well if Miss Chabarya does marches here there is high chances she will stomp over Imlie because Imlie is so small.
He eyes Imlie calculating the possibility of her surviving attack when he realizes she is shooting draggers at him to which he straightens his back and coughs slightly “Look I won’t let anything happen to you...” he assures
“Oh really you don’t need to assure me, assure yourself because the moment she walks over to me I’ll hand you over to her with bow on your head as present and tell her just yesterday you confessed to me about your undying love for her because Mr Rathore I ain’t getting my hair pulled for you by Miss Babarya.” she huffs and looks away.
“It’s Chabarya...” He corrects her
“Oh whatever , why don’t you just get married to her since you care so much about her surname you guys will make a Perfect “Rabarya” couple...” she says exasperatedly moving her hands.
He sighs audibly and lets out an audible breath, pacifying her seems like climbing mountain without any rope, he was trying to keep his annoyance in check and then gently pulling her to him he says “Here is the deal you need to trust me Imlie with one thing that no one is going to stomp over you or pull your hair or dare say anything to you...”
“But Miss Sabarya...” She whines
“Not even Miss Sabarya... okay...” He asks gently with a raised brow
She nods her head reluctantly at him.
“This was going to be a long Night....”
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