The Other Side Of Matthew Taylor

Chapter #23

Helllloooo lovelies! ❤
How have you been?
I missed all of you :*

This chapter has become my new favourite - I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you all like it too!

Also, this chapter is dedicated to my real life Mishti, a cute little baby who is the most beautiful, cutest creature on earth. She Is the reason Rohan's sister is called Mishti.
She's an absolute darling, I love that kid.
She's khoobsurat. ❤
(pic of mishti's dress in the beginning)

The Other Side of Matthew Taylor _ chapter #23

Rays of yellow shone through the crystalline hues of blue and white. The Sharma house was transformed into a perfect Indian wedding scene.

It was a beautiful sight - everything and everyone radiated happiness. Mishti looked elated, the bridal glow creeping more and more into her cheeks with the passing moment.

I had seen the pictures of her "Roka" - an Indian tradition where the to-be-married couple exchanges rings. It signifies that the bride and groom have now vowed to belong to each other - and the families have accepted the union.

Mishti looked absolutely gorgeous on the day of her Roka and today, too.

She wore a beautiful saree like outfit - they called it a "Chanya - choli". It shimmered in its colors of pink and purple, the former color more evident on her cheeks than her dress.

Alice was happily chirping around the house, talking to every Indian guy she saw. She had a theory that if she dated someone from far across the seas, it would always keep the romance alive. I, however, disagreed. If there was someone I was really into, I would want to spend time him and have him around.

Alice didn't have to try really hard though. Our performance was very well accepted by the audience - especially the Indian audience. There were a few guys who were more than willing to chat up with Alice. She was really pretty - blonde hair that went to the length of her neck, sparkly blue eyes, and a face cut like that of a model. She wasn't top notch - queen bee type of pretty, but it was the type I preferred - it was real and better than Annabelle's fake beauty.

I was a little nervous before the performance, but it all disappeared with one reassuring look from Matthew. The more time I spent with him, the more I started liking him. And my emotions were escalating at a dangerous speed. A really, really dangerous speed.

Just as I was trying to push Matthew's thoughts out of my head, he appeared by my side, looking as hot as the pan of pasta I accidently touched last night. (Yes, my comparisons are still as shitty as ever)

"You did a brilliant job! I loved your dance!" he exclaimed. I could've thought that he simply said this to raise my self-confidence, but the approving looks I earned from him - a million watt smile plastered on that cute face of his - reassured me that he gave out a genuine compliment.

"Thank you" I mumbled, not being able to contain the stupid blush that crept up my cheeks.

"You know, you look Khoobsurat today." He said, and his hand cupped my cheek.

"Khoobsurat?" I asked. Whatever that meant, I am sure I was a sight to see right now. My entire face flushed, one cheek covered by Matthew's hand, the other colored deep red.

"Yes. Khoobsurat is the word for you." He showed off his thirty-two whites, took his hand off my cheek - much to my disappointment - and walked off to where Rohan, his family, and Alice and her exotic Indian guys were dancing to some Indian song. And me, I stood there, still flushed. The cheek that Matthew held was as red as the other one.