3 | The Meet

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Shehnaaz

"And this is going to be your room," He says.

"Miss Gill?" He asks.

Breaking out of my daze I turn towards the voice of the house butler, Gerard. He eyes me warily and I flash him a fake smile whilst nodding my head vigorously to assure him that I heard everything he said.

He briskly nods before leaving me inside the vast room.

It wasn't just some room

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It wasn't just some room. It was regally gorgeous beyond words.

Even after designing so many prestigious homes and decors, I couldn't help but feel jealous of the architect who designed this entire Castle.

Yes! A freaking castle!

A few minutes after my arrival in France, I was escorted to a luxurious Maybach.

I couldn't help but release a sigh of satisfaction now and then at the sight of the lush green environment. Huge trees adorned both sides of the road. After a while the trees were replaced with vast green fields, giving a teasing sight of the countryside. The sky was marred with dark grey clouds with a promise of a storm.

But nothing really interested me that much. My mind was mainly occupied with the event.

I was truly nervous and for the first time in my life, I doubted my expertise.

I was afraid to screw up this opportunity and from what I read on the internet. The shuklas were absolutely ruthless when it came to their employees not like I was one of their workers but basically I was hired to do their job so it was indeed my concern.

One thing I absolutely abhorred was
a bad attitude. So, I couldn't help but
feel anxious because I know damn well that I won't be able to stomach any bad behavior and might end up retorting with some hideous comment which might put my career in jeopardy.

After arriving at what looked like a Victorian era castle, I was totally impressed. It was like one of those castles you saw in movies with princess stuck inside hideous towers, except this one was modern and every side of it screamed wealth.

For a moment I was confused after I passed the entrance. The place was eerily quiet and made me think if I was indeed in the right place. But after seeing a familiar figure disappearing in one of the extensive corridors with a phone on his right ear, I was more than convinced that it was indeed my friend Ahaan.

Even after knowing that he probably didn't notice me, I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that he was so busy with work.

'What were you expecting shehnaaz? A grand feast with a darn cake?' My subconscious snarled at me.

Whilst on my way towards the elite quarter, I find out that the whole place was bustling with people given to the upcoming function, and judging by the look on the butler's face, it was obvious that he was horrified. This was pretty ironic since I saw no one that I knew of except the rushing figure of Ahaan.

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