Page 90 of A King's Oath
“Wait for it!” She reached for her hoodie pocket and pulled out her phone, swiping down the gallery. “Look at this.”
Avantika turned the phone to him and his eyes widened. That had been her first reaction too when Kaka Maharaj had sent her a list of apartments. All expensive and beyond her salary to cover the rent. But who was she kidding? Neither her uncle, nor her father would let her reside in anything but the best.
High ceilings, Herringbone flooring, an antique old-world fireplace, tall arched windows and a chandelier! A chandelier. For a one-bedroom apartment, it was something else.
“This is really good. Where is it?”
“Neuilly-sur-Seine.”
“Perfect. Safe and pretty.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He returned her mobile.
“So?” She asked, dreading the answer.
“So?” He carried on, maybe equally dreading the inevitable.
“It was good… after so many years. You look good, Samarth,” she nodded, pushing her mature side up and doing this right. Because he clearly looked like he wanted to pause time.
“Yeah, you too. All the best with your new job. When do you start?”
She had told him this last night. She repeated now, working so hard to hold the time that he was unable to pause.
“Monday. I have the next four days to settle in and unwind.”
“That’s good…”
“When does your tournament start?”
She had asked him this last night too.
“Next Wednesday. Once my horses and team are here, we’ll dive right in.”
“So, all the best for your matches. Don’t miss any penalty shots.”
“Ava!” He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“And what’s the plan for your birthday?”
“Me and my horses,” he grinned.
“Who are in transit.”
“I’ll find new ones here. They are the same sweet beasts everywhere.”
She held back her chuckle. How could he always make her smile with such offhanded comments? Even after all these years and a star-studded career, how was he still the same goofy charmer?
“Ok then, happy birthday in advance. Be a little more excited this time.”
“I’ll try.”
“Bye, Samarth,” she pushed her trolley towards the podium exit where her car would be parked as he turned towards the elevators, to where his car would be. He did not say bye to her. Just smiled, turned and walked away.
Avantika stared at his retreating back. Even if for 9 hours, a wish had been granted without even wishing. Paris was off to a good start.
17. In Sickness And In Health
