Third person pov
"What are you doing near the door?" He asked her because he wasn't expecting her to stand her.
"I was just looking for someone to.....
Undo my hair pins." Lisa said hesitating with unplanned word coming out of her mouth."Oh.. I can help you, sit down there" he said with a gesturing her to sit at the makeup table in the side of bedroom.
"But you can't..... leave it I'll do it myself" she said moving towards the table.
"Why I can't" he said
"Because you don't know how to unpin them and you'll hurt me if you tried." She said harshly because her hair is so precious to her. It's gentic from her mom. And she don't want to ruin them for a non-wanted romantic moment.
"I do know how it's undone and hurting you will be a thing I'll do after my death means never. So sit quietly and let me do my work" he said forcly making her sit on the chair near the table and started taking pins off.
And here lisa sitting staring at him in mirror as he is busy finding dozons of pin in her hair. One by one he is collecting all the pins as lisa is surprised that she didn't even feel that someone doing something in her head.
'he must have millions of girlfriend that's why he knows how to do it.' she thought.
Little did she knows that in this one year he learnt every skill in this world to impress her. He even know how to braid hair in 5 different ways. You know love make person do things out of there package. Who knows world most feared mafia leader would learn braiding hair for his future wife.
"Do you want me to braid them?" He asked taking out the last pin with that the veil fall on the floor. He wanted to leave no chance to impress and show her his skills.
"No it's fine thanks" she said keeping her head low.
She stand up from the chair and turned to face him. But didn't make eye contact with him. She is looking around the room as she notice him starring at her.
Situation is getting awkward so she tried to escape it by saying "I'm gonna change"
He also get to know that she is uncomfortable so she decided to give her some space. He got reminder of his mother's word.
"Ok but came downstairs afterward for lunch" he said and waiting for her to reply in which she just hummed.
As he exited the room, she got into the closet and lock the door behind. She looked herself in the mirror.
(Closet Illustration)
The dress she is wearing is her childhood dream to wear. But she knows from the beginning that being a hindu she'll never get to wear it but fate changes. Her dream is fullfiled but she is not happy at all.
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