Sidharth who's an undercover spy gets married to shehnaaz because of a mission.
They fall in love but what will happen when shehnaaz will get to know about the mission?
Unlike an early growing abdominal cyst, the BMW that pulled up in front of my house was clearly standing out to my naked eye.
My neighbourhood was vainly posh yet when I spotted the extravagance on wheels, I was strangely taken aback.
The little chunk of hope lingering in my heart pumped itself out upon the sight. Dismayed, I turned away from window and sighed to myself.
As my chance of escaping this situation were slimmer then finding a cure for racism, this was bound to happen. I have clearly been a fool to have hoped for a miracle.
Unsurprisingly I heard my mother's voice from below "hurry up, shehnaaz woh ponch gaya hai"
"Give me a second"
Stealing a last look at myself in the mirror, I acknowledged that there was no way I'd have bothered to dress up so well if I weren't forced into it.
I've never appreciated fancy dinners, typical rishta stuff, or first date as my inclination was more on casual side. Naturally picking out a black cocktail dress was a rare event in my life.
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I was already regretting leaving my hair open midway on the staircase, but it was much too late. With beads of nervous sweats trickling along the back of my neck, I muttered to myself 'you got this'
Who was I trying to fool right?
A view that once I was quite of fond of entered my field of vision. Him. He was same yet different. When he saw me he passed a smile. Years ago it was this smile of his that placed the butterflies in my stomach, and ever since then I had been more cautious of the detrimental effect he was bound to have on me.
Nothing had changed from the past, except that he was now sporting a tempting stubble, and was no longer off limits to me. Clearing my throat I said,
"Hi Sidharth" was that weird? "I mean hello" this definitely was.
Humoured he took a step towards me, "you look different" he stated, and I quickly looked around to see where my mother had disappeared to. "Prettier then the last time I saw you"
I couldn't help but snort. I was surprised at the sight of the man, who had once brutally rejected me. But before I could say something bitter, my mother came to the rescue.
"Shehnaaz, I thought you were wearing traditional" my mother said as she pulled her cell phone away from her ear. After hanging up she gave me a disappointed look.
"I changed my mind"
"Dikh raha hai" she stated, distastefully. According to her the dress I was wearing was too slutty for a sophisticated dinner date. But my intention of going against her was not not to spite her but disenchant my future groom.
"Well for its worth, I like western over traditional" Sidharth said. Hearing him my mother's previous concerns had just about vanished and she looked at me, waiting for a response.
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes at him, I said, I'll keep that in mind"
Smiling, he turned to regard my mother, "is Mr. Gill not home?"
"Nahi beta, he is still at the office" My mother said regretfully.
"That's fine" Sidharth said and then after peeking a glance at the time, he looked back at me, "well we better get going, reservation is at 8:30"
"Han Han jaldi jao, have fun kids" my mother said.
Once outside, I quickly spotted his car. Sidharth opened the door for me but before either of us could go inside my mother's voice halted us.
"Will I be seeing you tonight?" She said.
My mother was asking me if I'll spend the night with him.
Oh my god.
She was being way too blunt today.
"Of course" I yelled back at her in embarrassment and quickly climbed into the car. That's the worst thing she ever said to me infront of a guy or just asked me for a matter of fact.
How long was it going to be before the evening ended?
My cheeks were still flushed when Sidharth buckled his seat belt and started the engine. Stealing a quick glance at me he gave me a chance to see emotion in his eyes. I couldn't detect what I had seen in them.
"It's been a long time since I last saw you" he mumbled once we hit the road, "how have you been?"
"Great" I wished he noticed the sarcasm in my voice.
I caught him nodding to himself knowingly as though he recognised what I had implied with that tone.
"What have you been doing these days?" He asked.
"Attending blinddates set up by my father" I said, I refused to see he was annoyed.
"Are you still in college?" He said.
"I'm doing my residency" the last time I saw him, I made him aware of that. Funny how he thought I was still in college.
"Impressive"
"Thanks"
"Still not a fan of small talk?"
"Extra points for splendid memory" I cheered him, tilting my head to catch a glimpse of him, "I wished you'd remembered everything about me tho"
"I do remember"
"I highly doubt it" I said, shaking my head in disagreement. "So what are you up to these days?" Apart from offering marriage proposals to old friends. Essentially after giving them a fair warning that weren't into that sort of dating?"
"I wasn't giving you any" he cut himself off mid sentence. "I have changed my mind"
"Sure you did" I scoffed, "and decided to chase after the one girl who you knew didn't have a say in getting married to someone you have no idea how impressed I am. Now I see what my father saw in you. Both of you are exceptional in manipulating people"
