• • • Indian Arranged Marriage • • •
~ You're the peace I crave in this chaotic world. ~
He was three, when he held her little finger for the first time. He didn't know, what future held for them. But he did know that he wanted to hold onto this lit...
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I look at him from the corner of my eyes to see him still looking at me with that same creepy smile. The same one he's been giving me since he had the 'meeting' with Paa three days ago. I know I am beautiful and all, but this stalkish behavior is not what I asked for. If he doesn't stop treating and looking over at me like I am some glass doll... maine koot dena hai inhe!
"Will you please tell me what you guys talked about? What did he say that made you look at me like this...?" I ask crossing my legs in Indian style on the couch. He shrugs.
"Like what?"
"Like you won't be able to breath if you look away." I mumble back, suddenly feeling shy when the intensity of his gaze and breathing around me increases tenfold. My eyes go to fingers in my lap.
"I won't be." Is the answer to that. Yup. My cheeks are on fire.
"Come here." I look up, he pats his lap. I look up at the cameras behind him. "Yeah, and give our parents a lap dance show? No thanks." I scoff at the idea and the man.
"I'll make Hood remove them by evening. Do you want to shift here? After marriage?" He questions and my eyes narrow. Please tell me he's kidding.
"Aap naa jao muh dho ke aao. Aap nind mein ho. Maine koot dena tyanu aaj." I point at the common washroom of the penthouse; he looks at me confused.
"What's the problem? I got it renovated a year ago. Everything is upto my taste." He looks around the living area with a proud look on his face.
"That's the fluffing problem. Who asked for your taste in my house? Or main pagal lagti hun aapko? Jo yaha rahungi? So that you're always in that work mode of yours? No thanks!" I roll my eyes. He shakes his head at me.
"Okay then. Thank you for explaining this to me so lovingly. My heart's full. I'm gonna head down now." He gets up from the couch. Haan toh bulaya bhi kisne tha? Aap hi sniff karte karte phoch gaye the.
"Close the door behind you." I murmur going back to my work. He doesn't leave. I look up irritated.
"Kya ab?" I ask, frustration peaking with each passing second.
"What did I do yaar? Kyu moody ho rakhi hai tu aaj?" He asks walking towards me and settling down a little away from me. "Sahil. Stop with the insults. What do you mean by aaj moody? I am always, every second of the day Moody as fluff. Currently I am just irritated with the way you're breathing. So, fluffing loud. Huffing like Coco and Oreo." His eyes squint. He looks at me from my face to my toes.
"You're on periods?" The frustration that has been caged inside breaks free. "Sahil Sahdev! Leave me alone!" I shove on his chest. He cages both my wrist in one hand and pulls me over his chest, his body going down on the couch, with me over him.
"You are. That's why you're working from here. It still hurts the same way, baby?" His voice goes soft with each passing second.
"Sahil. Jao na yaar aap." I try to pull my hand out of his hold. "Okay. If you don't want me here, I'll go. The master key is in the kitchen. Under the flower vase. You can sleep in the bedroom, I'll send a hot bag and some snacks for you, alright?" He murmurs over my nose. I don't reply. He pecks my lips and turns our body sideways. Laying me down on the couch and getting up. He adjusts his clothes and then leans down to kiss my head and then my nose.
