Laxmi, my cheerful cousin, grinned mischievously and said, "Okay, chalo ab call Karo!" My eyes sparkled , it seemed like a thrilling mission. Eager to be a part of their excitement, I glanced around to see if anyone else shared our enthusiasm.
" room me chalte hai " I suggested, my voice brimming with excitement, knowing that my future husband was about to receive a call from us. My bedroom felt like the perfect spot for this special moment. As if pulled by a magnetic force, I excitedly ran towards my bedroom, and with joyful giggles, my cousins followed behind, all sharing my happiness.
In the cozy embrace of my bedroom, I closed the door behind me. The air was charged with excitement, and all eyes were fixed on me, eagerly waiting for the moment I would make the call. With trembling hands, I picked up the phone and dialed his number.
After a few anxious rings, he answered. My heart fluttered, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words. It was an odd feeling, calling my own fiance to invite him to our engagement.
As I heard the deep voice on the other end of the line, my heart skipped a beat, and I nervously responded, "Ah, hello!" The air seemed to thicken with anticipation , and for a moment, an awkward silence hung between us.
But just as I was beginning to feel a bit flustered, he spoke again, breaking the silence with a familiar warmth, "Ooo Geeta, hi!" I was taken aback, glancing at my cousins with surprise evident on my face. How did he recognize me so quickly with just a word ?
Amidst the laughter and teasing from my cousins, I blushed. It made me feel special and cherished, knowing that he knew me so well in just one conversation.
" Dmitry, Papa mentioned an engagement this Sunday. Are you okay with that?" I asked, my heart racing , hoping that he wouldn't have any conflicting plans.
A pause followed, and then Dmitry's voice, warm and soothing, reassured me, "An engagement? That sounds perfect." A smile spread across my face, the sound of his delight bringing comfort and joy.
"But what about your parents? Are they comfortable with it?" I couldn't help but express my concern, knowing how important their approval was in matters of the marriage.
"Don't worry," Dmitry replied confidently, "I spoke to them already, and they would be happier. They even suggested having a meeting between you and me this Friday!" His laughter echoed through the phone, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of shyness and excitement.
" Ah! That's great," I responded. My cousin gave me an encouraging nod, urging me to keep the conversation going, but I felt utterly clueless about what to say or ask next. Saraswati gesture, hinting that I should ask him - when they are coming ? .
"So...so when are you coming?" I asked, trying to sound casual while secretly awaiting his reply , the silence was around of three long seconds. He finally spoke up.
"When you'll want me," he said, his words laced with a hint of flirtation. My cheeks flushed slightly by his response. It was an unexpected reply, and I bite my lower lip in shyness and nervousness.
"Um...on Sunday, I mean... obviously, you have to do that-," I tried to continue, but he cut me off with a playful tone.
"I said when you'll want me...so tell me when you want me," he teased, his words making me blush .
"...On Sunday," I managed to reply.
"Ah, I guess I have to return back home. I was standing at the airport," he flirted again, leaving me surprised by his response.
" what do you mean?" I asked, my voice carrying a hint of confusion.
"Haha, just kidding,Yeah, sure, we'll reach soon," he cleared.
"Bye," I said, ending the call.
Yumuna couldn't resist slapping me on the head, and I glare.
"Are you busy?" he asked.
"...no, I thought you're..." I hesitated,
not wanting to sound rude, but also unsure of how to continue conversation, so I said bye . Now I had to excuse something.
"No, I'm always available for you," he replied, his voice filled with tease. He giggled.
Oh God, he's flirting with me again. This wasn't the first time, and I knew it probably wouldn't be the last. I feel butterflies inside my stomach.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice tinged with surprise.
"Removing my clothes," came his straightforward reply.
"I'm sorry?" I stammered, not sure if I had heard him correctly.
They looked at me with wide eyes and Laxmi chocked air.
He clarified, "I'm undressing myself to get a shower."
"Oh...acha," I responded, relieved that there was a simple explanation for his statement.
Still, I couldn't help but feel a bit flustered by his unexpected response.
"Are you with someone?" he asked, and I could sense a hint of hesitation in his voice.
Maybe he was feeling a bit embarrassed about his earlier flirting, I thought, smirking to myself, hoping he'd finally stop.
"Ah yeah, with my cousin sisters," I replied.
" Put phone on speaker "
" Already "
" Oh damn! "
"Sisters," he expressed the word "sister " longingly, "Hey girls," he called out cheerfully.
As soon as he said hello, my cousins immediately got excited and responded in with a chorus of "hello." Their laughter filled the air, and it was heartwarming to see them connecting so effortlessly with him.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Everything is great, Jiju," Laxmi replied.
"O...good, by the way, me too," he chuckled, amused by the fact that he shared about himself without them even asking.
"We are watching," Yamuna teased.
"Lol!...I just-
"Yeah, yeah," they interrupted with laughter, clearly enjoying teasing him.
"Guys, talk to you later, I'm in the bathroom right now," he quickly said, trying to escape from their good-natured teasing.
"Yeah, have a nice day," I said.
"Your too," came his quick response.
With that, I hung up the call, feeling happy.
TO BE CONTINUE......
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Romance~ Book 1 of "Mine" series A Russian guy named Dmitry arranged in marriage with an Indian girl named Geet. She was introvert and shy while - he was ( not so) less talkative and cold with Everyone except her. family from both side fixed wedding des...
