Page 91 of Wicked Trap

Tanvi didn’t like her friend putting herself down. But from what she was hearing, it was quite strange that a billionaire from New York would want to marry someone in an arranged marriage.

Divya’s father was modestly rich. But the older man wasn’t influential or active in politics or the business circuit. Unless the man who got engaged to Divya was some sort of conman pretending to be a billionaire, there was no reason why he would want to marry a woman he had never met before.

“Be careful, Divya,” she warned. “Don’t spend time alone with that man. Something definitely seems off.”

Divya nodded. “Narmada warned me as well not to talk or spend time with Yash Varma.”

Divya’s sister-in-law must have excellent instincts. Tanvi hoped the other woman would successfully stop Divya’s marriage to the other man.

“All right,” she said. “If you are sure your sister-in-law can help, I will not get involved. But if you need my help, don’t hesitate to call me.”

Divya nodded. Her friend thankfully looked slightly less anxious, knowing she had people who cared and could help.

“And you can meet Rahul at my place,” she offered.

Divya’s eyes grew big. “What! If my father finds out, he will kill Rahul and then me.”

“I will be there with you, Divya. And if your father or anyone asks, tell them that Rahul is my boyfriend and you just came to visit me. You don’t have to meet him right away. Meet him when things settle down. Your father might not even know.”

Her friend bit her lip in nervousness and nodded.

“Let’s get back to the party. My father and your parents might be looking for us.”

They hurried back to the party. Like Tanvi had predicted, Divya’s mother was looking for her. Greeting the older woman politely, Tanvi went in search of her father.

She spotted her father talking to someone in a business suit. Hoping that the man was the Prism chairman, she hurried towards them.

“Hello, Papa.”

Her father turned and looked at her. A flash of annoyance passed through his eyes, but he immediately hid it with a forced smile. “You are late, Tanvi.”

She put on an equally fake smile. “I came here a while ago, Papa. I was speaking to someone.”

He frowned. “Who?”

“To my friend, Divya.”

Her father’s frown melted away, and he had a look of dismissal. “Oh. You mean Rajesh Mohan’s daughter?”

She nodded. “She was telling me about her engagement.”

Her father shrugged. “Yes, I heard.”

Seeing her father look unbothered, she could confirm that Divya’s fiancé wasn’t the Prism chairman.

“Has the guest of honor arrived?” she asked.

Her father immediately frowned and looked upset. “Not yet. But we are hoping he will be here soon. He must have been caught up with some urgent work.”

Tanvi hoped that the man would show up soon.

Her father dismissed her and returned to his conversation with the man in a suit. Meanwhile, she wandered around the party feeling strangely anxious.

She wanted to speak to the Prism chairman and get whatever information she could from him. But she also wanted to return home to Arjun because she was missing him desperately.

She wasn’t hungry, and she decided not to drink alcohol that night. She needed all her senses alert to be able to speak coherently to the chairman and state her purpose clearly. So, she wandered away from the food and chose to wait inside the house.

Maybe I should call Arjun and let him know I’m still here.

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