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“I’ll leave you to catch up with each other. Of course, Diya already knows Randheer,” he announced, taking a step back to include me in the conversation.
Diya met my eyes unwillingly, and although she plastered a glacial smile on her face, her eyes shot fiery little sparks of hate at me.
“Nice to meet you, Your Highness,” she said icily.
“The pleasure’s all mine,” I murmured, and her lips tightened angrily before she looked away.
I was aware that Harish was watching our interaction avidly. I didn’t know what kick he got out of it, but he had always been an unpleasant little snake. If it weren’t for the fact that he was an old schoolmate from Eton, I wouldn’t even acknowledge his presence. But here we were.
“I’ll leave the two of you to catch up,” he murmured before he patted us on our backs and walked away to torture someone else.
Diya gave me a tiny but regal nod and began to move away.
“How are you doing?” I asked, desperate for one conversation with her.
She froze in place and looked anywhere but at me as she shrugged.
“Very well, thank you.”
“And your family? I haven’t spoken to Veer in a while.”
She finally turned to look me in the eyes.
“You have his number. There’s nothing to stop you from talking to him if you like,” she said coldly. “I think Ayush is looking for me.”
Though my jaw clenched involuntarily at the thought of her being around that bastard, I took a deep breath and tried not to say anything. But this was Diya. I couldn’t let her get in any deeper with a shady character like Ayush Goel.
“I would stay away from him if I were you,” I said brusquely and Isha smacked her forehead in despair.
“Idiot,” she muttered.
As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I had fucked up.
Diya bristled like an angry porcupine before she straightened her spine and looked down her perfect little nose at me. Which wasn’t as effective as she’d have liked it to be since I loomed over her by almost a head.
“Well, since you’re not me, I’ll do what I think is right. But thank you for your concern, Your Highness,” she said, with a fake smile.
I pinched the bridge of my nose as I sought a better way to put it.
“I didn’t mean to…”
“To what? Interfere in my personal life?” she asked drily.
Well, I couldn’t refute that since I had meant to do exactly that.
“It’s just…”
“Just what, Your Highness?” she snapped.
“Okay, first of all, stop calling me that,” I retorted. “Call me Dheer!”
She knew I hated being addressed by my title. It was one of those meaningless affectations that our families clung to, even when they knew that our titles meant nothing today. And I especially hated when Diya did it because she only called me that when she was upset with me.
“Never,” she spat, taking one step closer to me. “And I’ll speak to whomever I want, Your Highness, so keep your nose out of my life.”
Her eyes flashed as she poked a pointy finger into my chest angrily.
I grabbed it before she could pull it away, and just for a second, her finger curled around mine. Just for a second, though. She pulled her hand away as if scalded and took a horrified step backwards.
