This is an Indian story
Aryan Malhotra ♂️
A 28 years old businessman . Arrogant, self centred, rude and flawlessly handsome.
He came back to India after his parents passed away in a car crash.
He is now living with his grandmother.
Aryan has a past...
As I reached home, I saw my Dadi sitting and doing her puja . So I silently went towards my room.
I entered my closet, took my clothes for changing and went to have a shower.
In the shower too , I kept repeating today's events like a broken tape. There was something about Jhanvi which I couldn't put my finger on it. I was incapable of deleting her sweet face from my memory. What has happened to me.
With these thoughts I came out of the shower and dried my body. I wore my sweatpants and a black t-shirt.
I saw Dadi was still busy with her puja so I thought not to disturb her and quietly went to my study to get some work done. As it is tomorrow is Saturday and thereafter Sunday so I won't be going to office.
When I was completely engrossed in my work. I heard a knock at the door.
"May I come in Aryan?" It is Dadi.
I've told her many times she does not have to knock but she just doesn't pay heed.
"Yes, Dadi you can. You know that you don't have to ask for my permission." I said.
"I know that very well ,son . But I was just alerting you so that you can prepare all of your excuses as to what you did this time with the photo I gave you." She said making a face which told you better have a good reason.
"What photo are you speaking of Dadi, I don't know anything." I said feigning innocence.
"Don't , just don't make that face Kaddu , tell me what did you do ? Did you burnt it or did you flushed it in the toilet." She asked angrily.
"OK ,Dadi I threw it away in the trashcan in my office. And please don't call me that nickname, what if someone heard about it." I chided distastefully.
"What? You threw it away, just like . Did you even look at the girl." She asked.
"Nope, I didn't . I told you so many times that I don't want to get married but you just never listen ."
" Look at yourself , what are you talking. You are the most eligible bachelor in the whole city , girls throw themselves at you and you don't even spare a glance at those girls. Please tell me what's stopping you from getting married? You know I want to meet my great grandchildren too. Lord knows how much time is left for this old woman ." She spoke all at once.
God no. Not again with the I am dying and shit drama . She can be a handful sometimes. Just like Kabir.
And she has this weird obsession to see getting me married. But I am not sure about marriage. Honestly I don't think I can be committed to anyone. On top of that I promised my father when he was dying that I would only marry the woman I love. But I haven't found one yet let alone fall in love with someone.
"Dadi , please don't force me. I will marry when the right time comes and when the right girl arrives . " I spoke .
"One year , son one year , if you don't get married in a year I will fix your marriage with whoever I choose, you get that?" She said in an ordering tone.
"Fine , after a year you can marry me off to a cow for all I care." I said with a least interested voice.
" Now come have dinner , it's pretty late." She said with a smiling face.
"Coming Dadi ."
After dinner was done , Dadi went back to her bedroom.
I too got back to my study to complete the remaining work. When I went to sleep it was already midnight.
Everything is the same but as I closed my eyes to sleep , I was bestowed with flashes of Jhanvi's angelic face.
God , what is happening with me. Why is this girl messing with my brain.
With these thoughts I fell asleep .
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