Prem Vivah

• Nazar •

Saturday Afternoon...

Sameer took a bath and unwrapped the closet to select the clothes for the day. He slid the shirts tucked in the hangers and mused which one would look good.

He knows he looks charming in any kind of shirt/t-shirt he wears.

Letting out a deep breath. Sameer held a baby blue shirt in his hand which had a thin white and black lining. He loved the pattern and also there was one more reason to adore this piece of cloth. It was given by Naina to him at the start of this year, and since then he always kept this shirt safely in the cupboard. Smiling at his thoughts. He pulled the rayon fabric over his masculine body and started to button up while approaching the half-sized mirror. Sameer secured the plastic white buttons and flipped the gentle collars to their sides. He rolled the sleeves around his veiny elbows and tucked the shirt into pristine blue jeans.

"Itna acha khasa lamba, patla hoon main, phir bhi Naina ko pata nahi us Ranbir Kapoor me kya acha lagta hai." Sameer thought with a displeased expression while adjusting the belt on his stomach.

"Well, koi baat nahi...kaunsa uski shadi us se honewali hai. She is going to be mine and that's enough." He smiled at his reflection in the crystal mirror and cupped his hairy chin in amusement.

Sameer settled his wet hair through his fingers and raised a bottle of perfume to smell heavenly. He gently sprayed it under his arms, over his broad chest, and shoulders, feeling content with his appearance.

It was 12:35 Pm, and he was doing his best to organize the home immaculately because he doesn't like to make a bad impression on guests who grace his home with their presence. He cleaned the frames, pots, and antique things with the damp cloth, and kept them safely in their place.

Sameer exhaled an exhausted breath and saw his phone ringing loudly.

"Hi, can I come now?" Namrata asked him in a soft voice while retouching the dupatta on her willowy shoulder.

"Yes! Sure...should I come to pick you up?" Sameer offered his help.

"No no, main khud aa jaugi, tum sirf society ke gate ke waha aa jana as I don't know your flat number," Namrata said with a sweet smile, and he nodded his head.

"Okay done, abhi nikal rahi ho tum?" He asked.

"Haan, bas nikalne hi wali thi, socha ek baar confirm kar loon tumse." She replied to him in a gentle voice and walked out of the room.

"Acha kiya, you can come," Sameer said normally, pressing his lips.

"Ok, see you soon then," Namrata whispered in a hushed tone and ended the call with a satisfied smile.

Sameer released a long breath and saw his mother standing behind him with a raised eyebrow, probably asking him with whom he was talking.

"Aai, meri school ki ek friend aa rahi hai aaj," Sameer informed her in a meek tone, shifting his right foot weight on the left one while breathing steadily.

"School ki friend?" Savitri looked truthfully surprised after knowing her son even had a friend in the school.

"Ahhh haa." He said embarrassedly.

"Kaunsi dost? Kya naam hain iska?" Savitri asked him curiously.

"Her name is Namrata," Sameer informed her while rubbing his nape.

"Kabhi suna nahi," Savitri mumbled with a clueless face.

"Aaj aap mil lena usse...she is very nice," Sameer said in a soft voice.