FLASHBACK: " Your grandma wants you to marry. They've invited Sanjay and his family for lunch today. " My mother said to me, as I brushed the mascara last time on my lashes.
This was another trouble. I was relieved about one thing that my boyfriend knew about it. But I didn't give him the full detail. I would not marry Sanjay, I'd explain things to him, I could hope, he'd say no to my parents.
" Okay, " I whispered.
I knew, my family had planned it already. I could hear voices downstairs. They wanted my life hell. They knew I was in love with someone, still, they wanted to do this shit.
" I'm sending him upstairs. Behave, understand. " My mother whispered slowly. only I knew her real side, the cruel one. I wanted to argue and yell. I didn't know. What's their problem with my boyfriend?
He was nice to me, caring, understandi
I glance at the clock. It is showing one. I put my step on the cool floor. I run my fingers in my hair and gather my hair in one hand. I twist it in a tight bun on my head. I walk out of my room barefoot. I'm careful with my steps. I reach the first floor. I yawn but cover my mouth quickly. I don't want anyone to hear me. I walk through the corridor and stop in front of his door. I'm not sure, is it his room? I slowly turn the doorknob. I push it to open. I instantly stop when it makes a sound of screech. I inhale from my mouth and push it again. I peep through the open door. I relax when I get to his room. ' Geez! he's shirtless. ' I thank the dim light in his room. It'll make the task easy. I look back before entering his room. ' Come on! You can do it. ' I in
It's rare to hang out with a woman without any expectations. Does he really want to do that? He startles me when he puts an arrange and love marriage option. He is looking damn serious about everything. I'm sure as hell that I'm going to hate myself. I've felt that hatred feeling toward me only once when Sam had left me. I wanted to burn myself alive, when I had gone deep in my thoughts, thought about his touch on my body. I had just wanted to destroy myself. " Will you marry me against my will?" I slowly whisper. I'm not sure, he has got my words. He unhands my hand when he reaches the hall. Luckily, no one stares at us directly. But we're the centre of their sights. Without a word, he pulls out the chair for me. I glance up at him before sitting. He's looking pretty upset. I inhale and lower my eyes. I'm feeling guilty now. I've got a bad habit. I can't calm myself down until I see a smile on his face.
I slowly pace behind the troop leading out of the store. I didn't try on any dress. I gave the designer my measurement. I genuinely want that pink dress to be tight, loose whatever I just don't want to wear. When I reach the parking lot. Arnav is talking to a man. He gives him his car keys and says something, I couldn't get, " Hey! '' Mini shakes me by my arm. " Yes, " I ask her. " Should I buy you something? Matching jewellery with your any dress? " She asks. " I feel like I'm in shackles, you know. " I say to her. " Earrings? " She asks. " No, I've got my gold jewellery. " I shake my head. She presses her lips together and gives me I-Don't-care- look, " I'
After signing the deal, I warmly shake my hand with Mr Greenwood. It was hard to concentrate on the meeting when I know she's sitting in my cabin. I walk through the aisle. Kabir will handle the rest of the things. I need to see her, " Miss Kent, has she had her meal? " I ask her. She tries to stand up but I beckon her to be seated. " No, Sir. Miss Kashyap wasn't feeling hungry so she declined it. " Miss Kent looks up at me. I give her a half nod and head at my cabin. I slip open the door and roam my gaze. Is she sleeping? I step closer, plucking my treads slowly. The corners of my lips jump up. I place my hand near her head on the couch. I incline over her. Her hair is spread on her shoulders to down on the couch.
I immediately regret those words. She's too vulnerable to tolerate my anger. But I want to make her understand things. but I don’t want her to take them the wrong way. I haven't felt bad before but the water was shining on her eyes. Now walking toward the living hall back, I can't keep the guilt away. Mini looks at me, " Mini, Can you check on Suhana? She's looking disturbed." I ask her. She doesn't say a word and quickly gets on her feet. I've hardly seen such friendship. between girls. But I'm glad she has such lovely friends. She's like no other woman I’ve ever encountered. She's my life. I'll do anything in my power to put my name after her name. It isn't beautiful things that attract me. It's her personality, her one look that explains everything to me, I can proudly say her, a girl with inner beauty. " Sir, files! " Kabir snaps me out of my thought
When I wake up, he isn't in the entire room. I put the step on the mattress and walk across the floor. I knock on the washroom's door. When I don't get any reply, I turn the knob and the washroom is also empty. He's gone. The door creaks open behind me. I turn and look up, " Good morning," Sippy smiles. " Morning, " I smile back. " Get ready. We're leaving in thirty minutes. " She says. I want to forget the last evening. I know Mini wants me to see a happy married girl as my mother wants it. But I don't want it. I've built my life. I fear the marriage will ruin it. I'm not strong enough to bear any heartbreak and my dreams. I've got a career. Marriage will ruin it. Mini swear only when she is too upset. I saw her crying last night. I wanted to reach and hug her. Then she'll demand unnecessary demands.
IDK! Why does It bother me so much? My phone is ringing and my mother has called me four times, otherwise, she never makes me any call. I need a plan, a solid one to get rid of arranged marriage. Arnav can help me with it. If the boy picked by my mother doesn't wanna leave me. I need to muster the courage before talking about it to Arnav. I hope after telling him no he'd agree to help me. If not, then I've other options. But I don't wanna disturb their lives. My phone chimes and I quickly grab it. I'm done earlier than married girls. I love my skin after cleaning up. It's glowing and shining. I glance at the message, ' Talk to your mom. ' - Mini. I click on my mother's number. She answers on the third call, " Hello, " " Why weren't you answering my calls? " She asks. " I wasn't around my phone.
I'm lying on my belly on the mattress and my chin is resting on the pillow. I peer at my phone. He told me that he'd call. But I can't see it happening. It's turning at eleven o'clock, soon going to be midnight. My eyes are getting heavy. There is no sign of his call. I'm spending my time stewing over what Arnav will be doing, What does it take him so much time? He asked me to make a promise to receive his call but he's missing. I'm mulling over to make him call or not! The problem is it's bothering me. He should make a call yet. I'm bothering to yell at him in anger because he's taking too much time to return the words. I'm acting all weird, I finished my dinner early because I don't want to miss his call. It's stupidity. I'm trying to push him away but I'm attracted to him. It's getting stronger. My feelings are growing stronger. It is a matter of
I stare at my image in the mirror. I'm draped into a baby pink gown, pink plump heels, pink lips. I gulp. I never imagined myself in pink colour. It still seems unbelievable that he's behind bars and Harleen helped me. He's found guilty. It has been a month. I don't wanna think about bad memories of my life. I've promised myself to start a new life with my husband. No shadow of my past. We've completed six months of this wedding. Arnav is taking me out, it's another date. He always surprises me and fills my life with happiness. ' My first sight love,' My phone pings, grabbing my attention. I smile, glancing down at his name. I click on it. Arnav brought this dress last night for me. I didn't
She was sleeping when I left for my office. I was waiting for her to make a move. She contacted him via FB when she couldn't get her phone. He called her daily from a private number. It's impossible that I'll put her in danger. When I was in my office. She booked a flight to India. She was doing it again. She was planning to go away without informing me again. "Sir, the plane is ready," Kabir says, walking into my office. I nod my head and grab my phone from the desk. I heave deeply as I dial a number. He answers on the first ring. "Hi, brother." "Are you ready?" I ask. I trace my fingers on the photo frame. Her tongue is stuck out, her eyes are smiling. I glanced at her with a smile. Karan clicked this. Beginni
I'm on the verge of tears. I drop my phone in my handbag. I grab our wedding picture from the nightstand and slip it into the handbag. I sit down on the couch. I grab a paper and pen. ' I'll come home soon. Three or four days! I also need to tell you something. Please, don't get mad like last time. ' I put the pen back. I crack my knuckles. I don't know anything about yesterday. He can do anything, harm me, kill me. I don't know if I'll be able to see my husband again. After knowing what happened in my past, I'm not certain about Arnav. The complicated question is - will he accept me? I'm scared to lose him. After a deep sigh, I throttle the pen between my fingers. I scrub the pen over the paper. &nbs
After they left for California. I returned to our room. I remove my heels and dupatta, putting them on the edge of the mattress. This dress is showing my cleavage. I frown at it. I'm alone in the room. I don't feel it necessary to cover it with a dupatta. I couldn't grope the closet. It's the biggest one. It would take hours. Biting down on my lip, I head toward its door. I swipe the back of my hand over my forehead. I have looked through every possible place. I started from his files, clothes. I couldn't get it anywhere. "Are you looking for something?" I startle and pivot on my heels. He isn't wearing his shirt, only his slacks he wore before
I keep looking at him. My cheek is pressed hard against the pillow. I want it to swallow me. He fastens his cufflinks. There's grace in his every small move. I'm the opposite of him. I'm quarrelsome sometimes, I'm always ready to fight for my rights. He's calm like a calm sea. He handles things with love. He knows to make my anger disappear. I blinked, breaking the spell of my thinking of him. He buttons his waistcoat and grabs his coat from the couch. A chill rakes my body seeping into my bones. The thought of parting from him always frightens me, unsettles me. He inclines down. My nose fills with cedar, sandalwood, Basil. His fingers slide in the back of my head. He pecks on my lips. We greet each other with our genuine smiles. "Don't go anywhere witho
I press my back against the side of the pool and stretch my arms out, gripping the ledge. I haven't felt so stressed before. I can see her from afar. She's still under doss. She should wake up. Pehu couldn't say anything. She doesn't wanna say anything until she talks to her. I stormed out of my office when I got a call from my mother. I clench my teeth. I respect her because she's my mother. She shouldn't do this to her. I shake my head and pull myself out of the pool. I grab the towel and rub it on my nape and head. I slip into a white boxer. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I don't know. Will she remember me this time? I touch her cheek slightly with the
It was a fatiguing day. My feet are aching walking in heels. He didn't leave my side. His arm stayed around me as he's protecting me from something dangerous. I walk over to the pool after changing into shorts, kick off my slippers, and stick my legs in the water. I smile at him. He keeps himself afloat with small movements of his feet and waves of his strong muscular arms on top of the water. Our gazes lock. He slowly closes the gap between us until he’s directly in front of my legs. He places his hand on the edge as he glances up at me. He smiles. He gives a little push to his body, backward. With slow movements of his arm, he slides away from me. He slinks underwater for a few seconds. When he comes back up again, he wipes all his hair out of his forehead. He ra
Pehu suggested this to me. I hate to see her in pain. But I want her memory to be restored. I couldn't ignore the sheen of pain when she glanced at the counter near the door. I grab the forks and put them on the tray. I unclip the apron and glance at her. She's breathing heavily, "Suhana, what's it?" Immediately, I saunter forward and cup her cheeks. She swivels her neck looking into my eyes. I observe her in concern. "Can we go back to our room? I don't like this place." She says, biting on her trembling lower lip. Tears gathered in her eyes. She blinks staring in my eyes and tears roll down. "S***!" I curl my arm around her waist. Tugging her to my chest, I swipe her in my arms. Her face pressed against my chest and her arms tightened around my neck.
A sense of being watched pickles along my skin as the hair on my back rises. I glance back, snapping my eyes around. I could get nothing. That feeling is still seated inside me. "Are you looking for me?" Harleen says as she stops before her. She's dolled up in a black shoulderless tight gown, exposing her cleavage. I chose to stay quiet. She snorts when I just stare at her. "I was thinking of you as an intelligent woman." She tightens her red lips. "Should I say, you're not welcomed here?" Mini snaps. She glares at Harleen. Her grip tightens around the glass she's holding. "Your mother is so possessive," Harleen mocks her, twisting her lips. "Stay away from h