Kashvi jerked her hand away and said coldly,
"Only on contract, Mr. Oberoi. Inside this room, there is nothing between us."
With that, she walked out of the room.
Ved watched her leave, a faint smile curving his lips.
"Interesting," he murmured, before leaving for the office.
In the evening, Gaurav arrived carrying a few boxes and handed them to Kashvi.
She looked at him, confused.
"What's this?"
"Sir has sent these for you," Gaurav replied.
Kashvi noticed a small note placed on top. She opened it.
See you at 8 PM. It's an official get-together. Be ready.
She carried the boxes to her room and opened them. Inside was a stunning black, sparkly, backless western dress.
But Kashvi wasn't happy.
She had never worn anything like this before. Yet tonight, for the first time, she would have to.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was almost 8. Kashvi sat in front of the mirror, getting ready.
The black dress hugged her fair skin perfectly. The earrings framed her face, and the red lipstick enhanced the elegance of the black dress even more. She completed her look with red heels.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Kashvi opened it.
Ved stood there.
His eyes lingered on her, unable to look away.
Wow… she's so beautiful. Is this really the same girl I married?
He was lost in his thoughts when Kashvi snapped her fingers in front of his face.
"Shall we? I'm ready," she said calmly.
Ved said nothing, just nodded.
"Hm."
They got into the car, Ved driving. Yet his eyes kept drifting toward Kashvi.
At the venue, Ved stepped out first and opened the car door for her, extending his hand. Kashvi hesitated for a moment, then thought,
Fine. In their eyes, I'm Ved's wife.
She placed her hand in his and stepped out.
Inside the venue, they greeted everyone. Ved leaned closer and said quietly,
"In front of them, you're my wife. Please act well."
Just then, a man walked up and hugged Ved.
"Nice, Ved. Your wife is really very beautiful."
The man's gaze swept over Kashvi in an uncomfortable way.
Immediately, Ved slid his hand around Kashvi's waist from behind, pulling her close to him.
"Of course," he said confidently. "After all, whose wife is she? Ved Oberoi's."
The man left.
Kashvi instantly removed Ved's hand from her waist and said in a taunting tone, slightly annoyed,
"So now you're finding excuses to touch me, Mr. Oberoi?"
Ved didn't reply—only gave a sarcastic smile. He held her hand and led her toward the food counter.
"What would you like to eat?" he asked coldly.
"Pastry," Kashvi replied.
Ved handed her a pastry.
Just then, a familiar male voice came from behind her.
"How are you, Kashu?"
To be continued..