Chapter 4- Please Say YES!!

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My ears did their job,
And did it well! 
They merrily listened to my mother's words of praise about me!

All the words of praise all at one go?
Was she, my mom ok?
Why was she being so kind and generous with me today?
Naah!
I am kidding!

Both my parents never shied away from praising both my brother and myself!

It was just that it was an unhealthy dose of praise than I was normally used to. 
I prayed and hoped it wouldn't make me fly away in euphoria, as my legs were doing their own loopy thing.

They were turning into jelly at the sight of the to-be groom!

He was frickin' handsome!
Did I have to marry him?
Yes! Yes! Yes!!!
Please!!
Let me!
He looked like the picture they had shown me but only better! 
Yes again!
I pulled a fist in victory, mentally!

I was falling in love with his smooth complexion, his twinkling eyes, that bore into my face, trying to read my mind!

That ... that I wasn't a big fan of!
Couldn't he look at me  with a tad plainer pair of eyes?
Couldn't his eyes twinkle a little less?
Did they have to twinkle like that and cause this jelly-wobbly effect on my poor legs?

And he seemed well built, he was sitting next to my father, who was a pleasant, jolly and stocky, you know like any fifty-some-odd-year-old father! 

Thick lush, head full of hair that had no indication of going bald or receding, anytime soon! 

Thank God for that! 

And when I turned around to say hello, which I hope I was audible enough, and my sound waves hopefully traversed into his ears, he smiled!

Was that a teasing smirk or was that actually a proper smile? 

I am confused or was I just hit by a thunderbolt?

I don't recall myself examining other guys I had seen, to such excruciating details as much as I was noticing him;

For instance. if this guy had all his ten fingers and toes intact, if his nails were healthy, and beautiful and pearl complexioned!

Something is happening to me!
What's wrong with me? 

Where was I?
Yes!
His hands...

They were long and slim;
He should have been a doctor!
Or does he play any type of string instrument?

I suddenly had naughty thoughts of him strumming me instead!

Ahem! Ahem! 

He had his right arm resting on the arm of the sofa with his right leg imperiously crossed over the left leg, as though he was a king of a kingdom or something! 

And his left hand fingers were drumming up music on his nose, mustache and mouth as though in deep contemplation!

Or was he checking his made-to-order specimen out....errrr... excuse me, that would be me?!

His mustache covered part of his upper lips that kept twitching, which only made his facial sex appeal go several notches higher! 

Suddenly, his looks, his hair cut, and mostly his mannerisms, all  resembled my favorite actor —
Kamal Hassan!

What more did I need!

The young, handsome, Kamal Hassan- Surya types, but only taller!

A jackpot!

I know I was blushing and turning all crimson! 
Hope he didn't notice that. 

God!
Please let him be very intelligent, and yes!
Good in Math!
And be a great conversationalist. 

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