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Present day,
The Hacienda, New York.
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It made no sense.
He had done exactly what she'd wanted him to do.
He'd left.
Her eyes closing over the tears she held in, she wondered to herself, why did it hurt so much?
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"Where's your friend?" asked Mohit genially, as Aasha silently made her way back to the table, her hands hanging limply by her sides.
Summoning a bright smile, she simply shook her head clearly indicating the topic was off limits. Mohit, being the sweet understanding person that he was simply drew back her chair and offered her a seat. For reasons she herself was unable to decipher, Aasha Singh Raizada, for the first time in her life, felt unable to meet either Archibald's probing gazes.
Somehow, although she would never be able to explain how, she managed a brittle smile and allowed the conversation to flow around her. Renee making up for her earlier 'betrayal' by keeping a steady flow of conversation through the entire night, faltering only, when the waiter brought out what was supposed to be her Peach and Berries Flambe…and unveiled a flourish instead a platter of piping hot jalebi's.
Her eyes wide in shock, she looked to Mohit as if to ask for an explanation, but before Mohit could add words to his markedly baffled expression, James interrupted with his first curt sentence since Damien had failed to return to the table – "I presume Damien would have said it himself but since he's not here – Happy Birthday."
It was only then that Aasha noticed the twelve chimes sounding in the background, her fiance's embarrassed swift felicitations and Renee's own quiet ones - it was her birthday, she'd almost forgot…
…..but he hadn't…
She looked up, after a long silence, her eyes latching on to Renee's own regret filled eyes.
Eyes that reflected her own soul in more ways than she cared to admit.
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Present day,
Bass Residence, New York.
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"I presume there is a reason Blair has decided to verbally discard you to the deepest pits of hell in a voice that carries, I'm sure, clear across to Brooklyn?" asked Arnav as he watched the ever cool Chuck Bass, clutch his glass of scotch in a death grip, his face white with strain, as he answered with a terse
"Braxton-Hicks."
Arnav nodded in commiseration.
As a husband who had suffered through that particular pregnancy affliction with his own wife, his entire sympathy lay with Chuck.
"You're banned from her room aren't you?" he asked knowingly.
Normally Chuck Bass would have scoffed at the very concept of being banned form his own bedroom, as he had pointed out, with no little amount of relish, the first time Blair had laughing told him that Arnav had been relegated to the settee for going into decidedly agitated state every time Khushi said 'Oumph' when she'd been pregnant with Aasha, Chuck Bass did not get banned from his own bedroom.
Well…until now he didn't.
But all of that was forgotten as another pointed scream wracked through every corner of their home and his soul…
Hell. He was not going to survive much more of this.
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Present Day ,
Upper East Side, New York.
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Mentally steeling himself for a night of drunken stupor as he rehashed the wonderful 'conversation' he'd indulged in, Damien Bass completely failed to notice the odd smell wafting around him.
He did however notice the shadowed intruder, stepping out into his foyer without a thread of apprehension at their illicit midnight stroll. Instead, brows lifted so that they lost themselves in the thick mess of his no longer immaculately gelled hair, Damien watched as the shadowed figure seemed to extend a hand in invitation…
Only a quick second look he realized the shadowed intruder wasn't offering a hand…it was offering…a jalebi?
"Aunt K?" he asked his voice carrying his obvious shock.
Just as Damien Bass had been about to begin to doubt his own sanity, the shadowed figure, decide to switch on the foyer lights and he realized with a slightly astonished look, that he was not hallucinating at all.
For there, not five feet in front of him decked out in a casual pair of long tan wide-leg trousers and a boat-necked trim top he half expected to sport pom-poms, stood the woman he had proposed marriage too as an impertinent four year old in an effort to safeguard her from the wrathful raakhshaas who had refused to allow her to play Holi with him.
In hindsight, at this age, he could understand why her husband had such an issue with her running around after a hyper-active version of himself when she had been the size of a beached whale.
Not that that meant he wouldn't be as outrageous as he had been back then and ever since.
A lazy smile drifting to his lips as he carefully took a steady step towards her jalebi holding hand; Damien made to reach for the proffered sweet, but instead lifted her hand to his lips in an exaggeratedly gallant kiss and a blatantly flirtatious wink, as he murmured a exceedingly dramatic– "Sweet …" before the object of his affections decided to burst out into gales of laughter, that reminded him with a slight pang of another particular Raizada.
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Hey Upper East Sider's, Gossip Girl here.
Your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan's Elite.
A little birdie flew in last night...and word on the street is that that birdie is about to doing some much needed chirping...
And while we're all up for chirping...one has to ask...
...are we setting up for a chirp-off?
You know you love me.
XOXO
Gossip Girl
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::Authors Note::
Let me make this simple...next chappie is done...and if u have half as much fun reading it as I did writing it ...you are in for a treat...
However
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