A/N: Here is the much awaited Darcy and of course, our second favorite gentleman as well...

2 weeks after the proposal

It was the day of the engagement . However, a different kind of drama was taking place at Bingley's house.

"Why do you never listen to me Charles? I bought this suit specially for you. It matches with my dress and we both know that I have a superior sense of fashion than you" Melissa huffed."Well, I don't like it. Its way too stifling and.. glittery" was the exasperated reply by a certain blond.

"You vex me so Charlie. The least you could do is cooperate here after you decided to pull out from the party planning.I had to do everything on my own. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to color coordinate everything. On top of that, the caterers decided to serve salmon instead of armadillo shells."Mel finished, close to tears. Who in the blazing fires of hell eats armadillo shells? Charles refrained from pointing out that it was Melissa who rejected all of his ideas claiming a lack of taste and then threw him out of the loop. She was the one who wanted to show her perfect trophy wife-y abilities and organize the extravaganza on her own. Now, suddenly everything was his fault. Poor Charlie almost had a heart attack on seeing the cheque he needed to sign. It certainly was a poor start to the day.

"I guess my lacking taste explains why I chose you" Charles spoke to the empty room as Melissa escaped to moan about her woes to dear daddy. But Charles Bingley was anything but unkind. Its just a set of clothes, a set of unpleasant set of clothes, he corrected in his mind. But if it makes his fiancee happy, he'd make this sacrifice and indulge her.

1 week ago

On the other side of the continent, Richard Fitzwilliam was in his studio copying onto the easel, the likeness of the lass lying oh-so-provocatively on his couch. His meditation on her long legs was broken by the blaring of 'Hello, hello, hello, how low'. He signaled to Rossita and saw Bingley's name (read over eager puppy) flashing on the screen. "Atta Charlie boy, its been long. How could this perfect specimen of man be of service to thou? Though first tell me, is anybody getting her bellyful of marrow?" On the other end, Charlie just laughed. "Rick, there is a life beyond bed."

"Is it? It must be pretty dry."

Charlie cut down to the issue immediately."I am getting married RIcky."

There was a sudden silence at the other end."Hello, Rich, are you there?"

"Ha, you almost got me there golden head... but still let me confirm- did you just say you were getting shackled?" Richard asked.

"Well not in the exact same words but yes, I am getting married. You are invited to my engagement party. I'll email you the details and while you'd be here, I'll be sure to get your mental faculties checked."

Naturally, the last part of the statement went ignored as Richard replied in a horrified voice."Please don't tell me it is the duck-face evil incarnation who is hidden behind all that makeup."

"Hey! That's my fiancee you are talking about. Curb your wretched tongue and Melissa is no evil incarnation. She may have her bad moments, everyone is allowed that."

Again, the last part of the reply went relatively unacknowledged as Richard continued "I knew it. She is some kind of evil witch. What did she dose you with? A love potion or did she do some hocus pocus, sacrificing a poor innocent puppy to trap her groom? Though the latter is something only Caroline seems capable of..."

"I don't know if I should hit you on the head or laugh at your absurd theories but here is the dreadful story. Prepare yourself for a tale of chaos Mr. Fitzwilliam. Even you would laugh at my luck..." and so, Charles related to Richard the events of the night that changed his life.

Sometime later..

Richard whistled into the phone."That is one hell of a story. See, you could tell this to your grandkids someday- 'How I met your grandmother' and then give them advice about how not to kneel at the wrong time. I can almost see somebody writing a fanfiction about it."

"I am glad you are finding hilarity in my misery, Fitzwilliam. Amusement?That's all can derive from it? Nothing like 'I pity you Charles ' or 'I am sorry for your fate Charles but don't you worry everything will turn out to be fine in the end' ?A little compassion would be appreciated here, Mr. Casanova"

"Aww c'mmon Bingley, don't be such a killjoy. Let Darcy do that job. Speaking of which, I wonder how he will react to this sordid tale of perplexity? No matter what, his reaction is certainly gonna be entertaining. On a side note, at least Caroline had a good birthday. I imagine she must be wringing and rubbing her hands in triumph and thinking of her next nefarious plot."

"Are you sure you are in the right profession Richard? Perhaps you should take up writing with that over active imagination. Though I'd be really grateful if you use that imagination to pluck me out from this situation."

"And leave all the other writers homeless and jobless? Na, Bingley. I am not that cruel. As for your fate, it's not as bad as you are complaining about. The woman may have the personality of a sour lemon but at least she has the looks and ability in bed. Her legs would keep you satisfied. Just find a way to tape her mouth and give her your credit card. There you go, both of you will have the perfect life."

Charles rolled his eyes. He was so used to Richard's scandalous way of talking that he no longer bothered to feel offended. "I have no idea why I even bother with you Richard." With that Bingley kept the phone down dreading the next call.

On the other hand, Richard Fitzwilliam felt bewildered. He had no idea how Charlie managed to get stuck in a new mess every other month. Looks like he'll have to visit London now. Atleast he'll get free food. The artist was nothing if not a foodie.

As Richard predicted, Darcy flipped out on hearing the news. Why did he skype him? Charlie had never seen his friend at a loss of words. But fortunately or unfortunately for Bingley, the silence did not last for long as Darcy started cursing him for his careless ways. The rebuking went for a while when Charles cut in "I know I acted without thinking Will. Jeez, one would think you are being united with Melissa with the way you are acting.I am suffering as it is. I don't need you chiding me on top of that."

Darcy's eyes softened and a trickle of guilt crept in. "I know. I am sorry Charles. It's just that I worry about you. I feel like had I been there, I would have been able to salvage the situation."

Charlie knew of his friend's protective tendencies. William Darcy felt that it was his responsibility to bear the world's burden. "Not everything is your fault Will." He did not say much because he knew anything he said would fall on deaf ears.

"Anyways, don't do anything more stupid Charles" Darcy reverted back to his business voice."And for heaven's sake, get her to sign a prenup. Get it drafted asap and send it to me. I'll check it for any loopholes. God knows that Melissa is very shrewd when it comes to this stuff."

"What sin did I commit in the past life to be saddled with two friends like these? While one of them is laughing at my predicament, the other one is treating me like a dumb wit. Can't either of you even pretend to support me? I am getting married Darce. I need my best friends here."

"I am sorry Charles. I know I should be more supportive here and trust your judgement.I am just really tired after today's meeting. As beautiful as Dubai is, some of the investors here are a pain in the ass."William sighed.

"Well, if you are feeling sorry, you may come to London next week and grovel at my feet. I expect you to attend my engagement party here, Darce."

"I am really sorry Bing. Looks like I'll spend all my time apologizing. I'm not sure if I could be there. Once the situation wraps up here, I need to go overlook the production in Singapore."

"You need to get a life and a wife Will. You work almost fifteen hours a day and what for? You don't have a girlfriend to splurge on. You barely spend anything on yourself. Why are you running after all that money? Live in the moment, dammit! At 80, when you'd be too old to enjoy anything and would be lying on the hospital bed, you'd regret all this. Nobody wants to die alone and bitter Darcy. Hell, all this business has estranged your own sister..." Bingley stopped. He knew he had gone too far.

"Goodbye, Charles." was the cold sign off as William Darcy signed out trying to push down those harsh words that reverberated in his mind.

Charles felt guilty for his outburst. Georgiana Darcy was a sensitive issue for William. He just wanted the best for his friend. He hated to see William wither away. The bright young boy that befriended Charles was lost somewhere. Then again, the blond was upset that his best man won't be there for his engagement party. It wasn't too much to ask for,was it?

A/N: Please inform me if there are some errors. It seems like somehow what I am writing and saving is not exactly what is being published. Somehow, the grammar gets messed up. A few words deleted here and there due to which I need to update the chap again and again...