HIS Pov
'I was done for I thought to myself as I continued flickering my eyes in a continuous series of motions. Her face was ghosting me even more. I could hear Ma giggling and talking, that meant something I would never regret dreaming of. On such previous incomings and outgoings, Ma could not even slash up a simple smile. Others did not match the energy. Her getting along with them showed how cunningly it was planned out. A perfect plan to trap this poor bachelor.
As I stepped onto the platform to enter the house, I was met with an intense glare looking for answers in my eyes. How could I answer? I was quite clueless.
"Why is it her" I whispered under my breath. 'God, I hope you have your own better reasons for this.' I sincerely prayed for the first time in my twenty-five years of living to come back sahi Salamat in one piece.
Those red lasers were piercing my brain. 'Women, women and women, they are terrific. The fact that soon enough this little kid is going to be a victim of this cage festivity threatens me even more.'
"I think we should let them talk in the meantime," Ma told.
I was still trying to process this out and boom, a nuclear bomb could have weighed less.
Who would want a wedding with a jerk? Well, I was just feeling extra struck by the beauty I beheld, most probably. Wasn't it?
P.s I'm the most immature hommie in the gang. Trust me. I need to grow up.
It would matter if she remembers my face. I couldn't be surer enough by looking at those eyes that even Kokila Behan must fear. Bohot chane chaba liye the, Ab gas pur chada ne ki bari aa gayi thi!
"Yes, yes why not!" I could call out Miss Sandal Lady's Mother calling out.
Hell yes,
Prepare my coffin.
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