Yours, truly - Part 4

Recap: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

"Shreya always had a thing for beaches and this resort owner is her dad's friend or something like that, so it all worked out.  Looks like that's working out for you now!" Gautham tried probing his best man.

He didn't want anything to work for him with her, not here and not yet actually. He truly, really wanted to ask her few simple questions, know her better for the person she seemed to be and be good friends with such a different intriguing person. If the wife of his friend doesn't put wrong ideas into her head, maybe she'll have some common sense prevailing to try reason out with him. "Can you ask Shreya to not influence her?" It wasn't a request as much as a friendly order.

With two hours left for the reception and T-1 hours for the newly wed man to get suited up for it, Raghav had time to spare and decided to take a stroll around the venue. He knew he couldn’t escape into the waters out there for a break, not until daybreak tomorrow at the least. But he could talk to other people, he could checkout the reception decorators in action, he could just kill time without a friend, he thought. Just as he got out of the groom quarters, he saw her rushing out of Shreya's. She'd changed her outfit to an even simpler one. Elegance by choice is indeed catchy, head turner, turn on, no - he's not calling it that. Still no bells, no angels, no flutters. Just inquisitiveness bundled with search for a new friend. And to his surprise, she was waving at him!

He shook his head with disbelief, and she waved again and yelled out his name, "Raghav! Raghav right? Come over, you could be of great help now".

He didn’t want to go from macho to mushy at a mere name calling moment. He pulled himself together, poker face on and walked straight to her with earnest of looks trying to help as he did all day long. She was in a hurry trying to fill him in "Listen, the decorator messed up. The florist and the assembling guys are all struck at the other end of the city. Shreya can't know this is possibly happening. Can you pick up all the flowers that were taken down from this morning and trashed backyard, and put it back up on this side of the wall? You have an hour max and I'll take whatever you can deliver. Get started with planning what you want to do, I'll send few guys to pick up the flowers and help you put them up"

He wasn't sure what exactly made her think he could pull that off, but he knew he could, and he would. Not because she asked her, because he just would. But he didn’t want to lose out on his mission. "Consider done. What's the deal?", he went straight to the ask.

She was about to do her eye shortening, frustrated face look and ask him if he was really serious but refrained in a second not because he found that cute, but because she didn't want to give away her end of the bargain idea herself. "What do you want?"

"You gave me an hour right; I'll get these done in half the time. For the other half, let's meet back up at the same place upstairs. I'll just ask few questions, you answer them. No other commitment and oh, I will leave my flirty self behind with that girl dressed up more than the bride there". And this time, he couldn’t miss noticing the smirk that she was fighting to suppress.