It was 7:30 in the evening.
It was already dark when a figure stepped out of the airport with a suitcase in her hand.
She had long black hair which reached till her waist. Her face was fair. Her eyes were shaped like an almond. Her eyes were a mixture of brown black colored. Anyone could get lost in those eyes.
She was wearing lehenga
Indian traditional clothes
with a necklace and earrings matching her dress.
Wind was blowing her hair, she truly looked like a goddess. People who were passing by from there couldn’t help but admire her beauty.
She hailed a cab and sat inside the cab.
“Address” asked the driver.
A sweet voice rang behind him.
“Mehra’s Industries please.”
After giving the address she was lost in her thoughts.
‘It’s been two years since I came back here, so many things have changed. Time has changed, places have changed too. Are people here the same or did they also change themselves too? Especially the people I know.’
A phone rang inside the cab. The girl glanced at the contact name and picked up the call.
She picked up the call and placed the phone on her eyes.
“Girlllll, where are you? I have something important to share with you. Good news is waiting for you.”
She flinched when she suddenly heard an outburst from the other side of the phone.
“Speak, Jeeya.” a sweet voice was again ranged inside the cab.
“I got a job.” said Jeeya.
“I, Jeeya Arya got a job at a freaking ‘The Khurana Industries’. I’m so happy.” Said Jeeya.
“Congratulations”
“I’m busy right now and will call later, bye” she said.
“Wait, Isabella..” without waiting for Jeeya to reply she ended the call.
‘Hmm The Khurana Industries, not bad. If I’m correct then it’s one of the leading companies in many countries.’
The cab stopped in front of the tall building.
“We are here” the driver of the cab told Isabella.
She gave the money to the cab driver and went inside the building without getting back her change.
The reception desk was empty, so was the hall. She stepped inside of the elevator and pressed the button of the president's office.
The elevator stopped on the president's office, and she stepped out of the elevator. Without wasting a second she went inside the president office only to find it empty.
“You were the one who told me to come here and you aren’t here.” Isabella told the empty office.
She walked around the room and stood in front of the big window.
The sky was dark, the wind was blowing. It looked like a storm was about to come.
‘I guess I need to go to his house and meet him there.’ Isabella told herself.
She turned around and was about to walk when she noticed a golden card.
She stopped dead on her track when she saw the names on the card.
It says ‘Rohit Mehra weds Arushi Khurana’.
With a trembling hand she picked up the card and read it again.
Maybe she read it wrong on the first time.
But no matter how many times she read, it didn’t change.
It says Rohit Mehra weds Arushi Khurana, and the date of the wedding was today at one of the Khurana’s hotels.
She was shocked to see her fiancé’s name on the card.
It says that her fiancé Rohit Mehra was going to get married to someone who isn’t her. He was going to marry someone else.
Simran Chaudhary.
