"I don't want to become the kind of Adwait who would rip every single skin cell off any man who dares to have even the faintest touch upon your skin," He placed a soft, lingering kiss on her earlobe.
Nitya's heart raced in response to his words. Sh...
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"Does it appear satisfactory?" I sought Samar's opinion on my chosen attire.
"Oh, come on, bro, even if you wore a plain t-shirt, you'd still outshine everyone effortlessly. It's not like it's your own family wedding, so quit fussing over your outfit," he grumbled.
His words rang true, but I still wanted to look my best. I had already changed outfits three times before settling on this ocean blue kurta pajama (ethnic wear).
Glancing once more at my reflection in the mirror, I made the decision to stick with it, mindful of Samar's growing impatience. Besides, if I continued to change my outfit until I was completely satisfied, I would likely end up preparing for the wedding until the break of dawn.
"I've made up my mind," I declared, turning towards Samar who was engrossed in his phone, busily typing away.
He raised his gaze to meet mine. "Finally," he exclaimed with a hint of relief, "otherwise I was starting to worry that we would have to resort to ordering food here instead of enjoying the wedding feast."
I rolled my eyes at his exaggerated reaction.
Spritzing on some cologne, I grabbed the wedding invitation and got ready to head out.
"Let's get going," I urged Samar who reluctantly rose from my bed.
"I have no desire whatsoever to go," he grumbled. "I fail to comprehend why we are attending this event on behalf of our parents," he scoffed dismissively. "If it weren't for the presence of young women, I would much rather be enjoying myself elsewhere."
"Young women?" I inquired, intrigued by his remark. "I thought you were quite fond of that girl, Aasha, or was it Bipasha? What was her name again?" I pondered, trying to recall.
I had believed he was genuinely invested in that girl, considering they had been dating for weeks and he wouldn't stop filling my ears with stories of their romantic tales.
"Natasha, that's her name, and I'm still dating her," he clarified. "Besides, I was referring to young women for you, not me. How much longer do you intend to remain single?" he inquired, teasingly.
This guy had clearly gone off the deep end. He seemed to believe that he could find the perfect girl for me.
How absurd!
But strangely, it didn't annoy me as much as it used to in the past. I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Before, I'd dismiss these discussions as mere headaches, not worth my time. But now, it felt different.
The mention of dating would spark a curiosity in me. It was as if, deep down, I longed for someone to share my life with- a woman who could make my heart race with just the thought of her.
"Samar, let me make it clear: I have absolutely no interest in pursuing a relationship, so don't waste your time thinking about it," I warned him sternly. "And as for the women at the event, I advise you not to do anything foolish or reckless."
