Mafia's Girl

Part 3

Sidharth's P.O.V.

I don't know why I keep bouncing into this girl. I met her outside Suman Mehta's office and offered her my handkerchief to clean her eyes. I met her when I forgot to return one book and had to go back. She was crying then. The guy with her seemed to be harassing her. Her eyes were extremely pure and innocent and the tears in them seemed wrong. I met her a third time also in the park when I was feeding the pigeons. She held my hand and God knows why I felt the need to stay and protect her. I stared into her eyes, trying to read what they hold so special that was captivating. A boy came and took her away. I, being myself, didn't respond to her thank you or spoke a single word to her but I followed the both of them until they reached their housing complex and she came to the window. Seeing her safe in her house, I went back home. "Sir, where were you? We have been looking for you the entire afternoon," Daksh said. I went straight to the bar and got a bottle of whiskey. I sat there and began drinking. "You aren't my parent. Don't be so worried about me," I said, "Go home." "Sir," he said but I raised my hand and stopped him. Glaring at him, I said, "The next time I have to threaten you to fire you, I won't just threaten you. I will fire you." He frowned and left. I sat and finished the entire bottle and laid wasted on my bed.

Shehnaaz's P.O.V.

I wore the dress but felt extremely uncomfortable in it. Making up my mind, I took it off and wore my normal suit and went out. I met the boy and he looked at me frowned. Meeta chuckled nervously and stood up. Coming to me, she asked with a wide smile, "What are you wearing?" I left her and went to the boy. "If you don't like me like this, you won't like me after marriage because this is the real me, minus the makeup," I said. The boy stood up and said, "I'll think about this and let you know." Ajay left with him and went downstairs. "Di, what have you done? When Dad finds out, he will kill us all," Sonu said frowning. "No, Di is right this time. If we tried to change the real her for a guy, she would live miserably. You did the right thing. And sorry for all this all," Meeta said. I smiled and hugged her. "Look, he left his phone here," Sonu said handing it to me. They looked at me and Meeta said, "Go and return it." She pushed me out the door and I went downstairs. I overheard him speaking with Ajay saying, "What is this? You want me to marry this plain Jane? I want a girl, not an ugly doll. And what attitude does she have? Her face doesn't match her attitude." I made myself presently known and looked at him. "Shehnaaz, what are you doing downstairs?" Ajay asked. I went up to the boy and handed him his phone saying, "This simple, plain Jane doesn't match my attitude, I know. But you also have to admit that you can't handle this attitude. Go and get a girl that will remain quiet in one corner and accept her ill fate with you. She isn't me." I left him and Ajay followed me. Reaching back in the house, I went and locked myself in my room. I know that I am becoming a burden on my parents now. I can't compromise my principles for any guy and no guy can accept my self respect since their egos are bigger than their brains. I hugged my pillow and sat in front the open window. This was one boy more rejected. Even I was worried about Dad's anger now. I felt helpless and worthless. 

I took my phone and began scrolling through the news feed on the electronic newspaper when something caught my eye. It was a programme for making over girls. I thought about it and opened it. I read through and looked at the before and after pictures. If this one guy doesn't have a problem with my attitude but only my face, maybe everyone is right. I do need to change my appearance or modify it a bit. I called the number on the article but didn't get an answer. I tried a few more times but the line was constantly going busy. I sighed and thought that I will try tomorrow. I went and looked at myself in the mirror. I turned to my right and left and observed myself. I only dress according to my comfort level and I never leave it. Maybe, if I get a makeover, keeping my comfort intact, I will be able to get my prince charming. This was a big decision but I know that I needed to do it.