Warrior - Chapter Sixty Seven

 The anti-social-ness, as I like to put it as, continued on for the rest of the day. After going down for lunch, I made my way right back upstairs, spending the rest of the day on work stuff, primarily focusing on Rupam. If all goes well, we just might be able to launch the site in a month! And of course the kicker will be the exclusive on the Arani launch in September, so all of that will have to be well-though out. But of course, I still have to get a contract drawn up for Arnav a- Arnav Singh Raizada and his ten percent.

As I worked away, responded to some emails, and had conversations with Ivy, in between I got a few messages from Arnav... Singh Raziada. I paid no attention to them, however, focusing on my work instead. However, they couldn't be ignored for too long, especially when he started to snap me repeatedly.

What the fuck is it now?

Tapping on it, an image of a store sign popped up, and I immediately understood. And when a short video played after that, I knew I was right.

Arnav was at the tattoo studio.

Singh! Raizada! Singh Raizada! Arnav Singh Raizada is at the tattoo studio!

Oof!

Another short video played, showing the variety of designs and stencils that the shop had to offer, most likely for those who were completely unsure of what to get. Then an image of a guy showed up, the caption reading Max the tattoo artist. Max, much like Arnav Singh Raizada, was decked out in tattoos, though probably by a bit more. However, unlike Arnav's tattoos, which were all of black ink, Max had colorful tattoos. Not to mention Max had gauges in his earlobes, his hair tied up and poking through the back his cap.

Yup, the guy was quite different than the man who is my hus... husband.

Oh for fuck's sake! It should not be this difficult! You've addressed him as the h-word before! The fuck?!

Rolling my eyes, I went to put my phone away, when Arnav Singh Raizada snapped me once more. I tapped on it, only to see an image that was pretty much blocked out with a huge 🤔 emoji.

What the fuck?

I quickly screenshot it before it went away, then went to the screenshot. Zooming in, I see that there seems to be pieces of papers that were being hidden by the emoji.

But what the fuck are these papers?

As the thought crossed my mind, I realized that there was a caption reading Max made some sketches and I've found the one.

Hold up, say what now?

Tapping on his name, I message him.

K: How the hell do you have sketch already? I thought you only had an idea???

Arnav Singh Raizada immediately saw my message and responded.

A: I did and I told Max about it

Well he did mention that last time....

K: Okay, but this quickly?

A: Bro's got talent, what can I say 🤷‍♂️

Hmm....

K: Fine, but that doesn't explain the need to hide the sketch from me 🤨

A: True

Uh... that's it? Just true? 

What the fuck?

K: Uh... is that all you're going to say?

A: Yup 😌

K: What the fuck!!

A: 🤣

A: Don't worry, the surprise will be worth it

Ugh!

K: More like bullshit suspense 😒

A: 😇😁

Oh fuck off!

A: Gotta go, gonna get food with Max

A: Talk to you later 😊

Wait I didn't mean it- Khushi! No!!!

Letting out a groan of frustration, I chucked my phone aside, letting it topple and skid onto the floor.

Fucking-!

The sound of knocking filled my ears, pulling me away from my rude thoughts. "Come in."

The door opened, revealing Shalini Singh Raizada. "Hey dove, you busy?"

Pinching my lips together, I shook my head.

"Brought you some tea," mama in-law smiled as she stepped into the room, holding a tray.

"Oh, you didn't have to."

"It's fine," she waved with a smile, and set down the tray on the table before placing the teacup and small plate of biscuits, as well. "So, what crime did your phone commit," she smirked lightly.

Of course she noticed the phone. "Nothing, really."

"Let me guess - Chote?"

All I did was glance at her and a smile grew on her face.

"I won't even ask," she chuckled lightly. "But whatever it is, I'm on your side."

Oh? "Really?"

"Mm hmm, always dear," and she straightened up, holding the tray against her.

I couldn't help but to tilt my head as I arched my brow. "You know, I had hoped that from my last mother in-law, as well. Of course, she sided with her disgusting monster of a son even after the shit he tried to pull."

Shalini let out a sigh, pinching her lips together with a tight smile. "Well I can't speak for others, but as for myself, I'm not her."

My eyes slightly widened.

"I'll never be like her," and she caressed my cheek, giving me a soft smile.

She pulled back and turned to walk away, and for whatever reason, I felt the urge to say something.

"Your son is going to get another tattoo, you know."

Why did I say that of all things?

Shalini turned back around to me. "Oh? I had no clue. I'm sure it'll be wonderful, either way."

"Your son's tattoos never bother you?"

"If that's how he'd like to express himself, then sure, let him. It's his body, so it's his choice what he'd like to do it. It's only fair to have that same mentality towards males as we do with females."

"Touché; but still, it doesn't bother you whatsoever?"

"Not at all," she frowned lightly, tilting her head.

"People say shit."

"People say shit simply for the fact that he chooses to eat beef."

Touché again.

"Thankfully, I taught my son to be stronger than me in this aspect," she continued. "He doesn't care so much about what people has to say."

"Much being the keyword here."

"Indeed."

Indeed it was; let's not forget the small reaction of Arnav Singh Raizada's during that gala back at the beginning of the month.

Oh yeah....

"Cause if he fully didn't care, then he still wouldn't be a virgin to this day."

Am I letting mama in-law know that her son remains to be a pure flower? Yup! Do I give a shit? Abso-fucking not!

"Maybe... maybe not," she shrugged.

I can't help but to arch my brow at her.

"No one knows what life has in store for you - not the good, not bad, and most definitely not the ugly; so who knows."

Who knows, indeed.... "Thank you for the tea and cookies."

A smile instantly took over her face. "Not a problem, dove. Let me know if you need anything else," and she left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Sigh... mama in-law ain't exactly wrong... no she's not.

From the floor, my phone suddenly cried out from a notification, but from my vantage point, I couldn't see what it was, not that I cared.

Who knows... who knows indeed.