Chapter 19


    JENNIFER''S POV


    The ride to the chief minister''s residence was a 30 minute silent affair. Except of some questions


    thrown to me from my soon-to-be-father-inw Sumit Prakash. They were all my job oriented


    questions, so I was quite at ease. All the way though, I found myself avoiding the lustfull bulgy eyes of


    Mr. Prakash Jr. Soon, we entered the Rajpath Marg, the colony were all the administrative, political


    delegates resided.


    It was posh, each seeding house better than the previous one. The houses... no, the mansions


    were all present in an organized honeb structure. Each mansion, having a fountain at the


    entrance and a big patch of garden. Soon, we reached the end of thene. The car stopped there. I


    shifted my gaze from my left side to the right, to view the other side through the window. And what I


    saw was a sight to behold.


    This, was not at all a mansion, it was a pce! All of it decorated with golden and silver lights. The


    gates itself were great,grand,gigantic and...... Well, the sight was something out of the world.


    I could literally feel my jaw touching the ground. What the hell was happening in my life!? I was a


    commoner till yesterday! But today, seeing my current position, I highly doubted that now. If a few


    monthes ago, someone would have said me that one day, I would be eating in the house of the chief


    minister on his expense, I would have given that person Dr. Patel''s number, our psychiatrist in HOPE.


    But look at me, my fate! I was feeling like that poor goat which is fed a lot, taken care of, pampered


    before actually getting ughtered.


    Ignoring my dumbstruck expression, Mayank took my hand and tugged me out of the Audi. I couldn''t


    fight his hand now in front of his father so I didn''t appear reluctant. We stood there at the gate, while


    the valet took the keys of the car. Once done, the security guards scanned us for any possible


    weapons hid in the folds. On finding none, they let us in.


    I was gaping my surroundings like an idiot. I was mesmerized by the variety of roses growing in the


    garden. I made a mental note of slipping away from the party ande there after some time to get


    some fresh air. The house was like the Victoria Memorial of Calcutta. Spendid! There was a grand


    fountain located at the centre of the path meeting the pce. Having, four fountainsbining together


    and sshing the water in the shape of a swan. At their base were beautiful pink lotuses floating. I


    really wanted to stop, turn, move to the lotuses and kiss them, feel their soft petals against my lips. But


    ofcourse, I didn''t want to look like a douchebag, so quietly I followed Sumit Prakash, with my hand still


    in Mayank''s grip. We reached the wooden doors of the pce. I quickly wiggled my hand out of his grip


    and further swat his hand away when he tried to ce it on my lower back.


    The doors were well polished, with carvings of royal elephants on it and flowers at the borders, giving


    the entrance it''s majestic look.


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    If the entrance itself is so alluring, what expectations should I keep with the interior design?


    I thought mentally


    Then, as Sumit Prakash knocked on the door, I noticed the marble carving at the side of the door.


    "THE DHOOPARS"


    It read.


    I was really looking forward on how this evening of mine was going to pass....