𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

•Chapter Five

-Dhivti-

Why is the universe so freaking adamant? Every time I think that I will no longer have to see Jahaan Joshi, he comes right in front of my eyes. And today, he has come into MY HOUSE too. What the actual heck is going on? Why do I end up seeing this man all the damn time?

"Dhivu, where are you lost? Why are you standing at the doorway? Let's go in," My mother breaks my thoughts and we begin to walk inside where I see an aunty, supposedly, Mr. Joshi's mother.

"Chhaya, meet my daughter, Dhivti." My mother introduces me to aunty while she walks towards me, "Hello beta, I am Chhaya, how are you?"

"I am okay Chhaya aunty, how are you?" I ask, "I am perfect," she smiles. What a pretty smile she has. "Sheela, your daughter is very beautiful, I must say," she continues while looking at my mother and she just smiles in return.

"Thank you, aunty. You aren't any less than pretty." I appreciate her before going towards my room to freshen up.

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I come out of the room to see everyone sitting on the sofa, probably waiting for me. I go towards my mother and sit next to her while opposite me, is Jahaan Joshi. I still can't digest the fact that this man is sitting in my house.

Like, what are the chances?

"Oh, finally, you are here. Let us go and have lunch before it gets cold." My mother says and we all descend towards the dining table.

The dining table is very small. Four seats, two opposite each other. We all take our places and once again, Mr. Joshi is sitting opposite to me. Why is he always coming in front of me? Whenever I am to look ahead, I will see him. Then don't look ahead, Dhivti. Dumbass. My subconscious mind taunts me, but it is not easy. Somehow, I always end up noticing this man, however much I pretend. His charms are conspicuous.

We serve ourselves the food as we start eating. The menu is chole bhature, rice and lentils.

"Why aren't you having chole bhature, Jahaan beta?" my mother asks as he took only rice and lentils.

"Actually, Sheela, he prefers less oily food. In fact, he can literally survive on salads," Chhaya aunty says and laughs.

"Oh c'mon Chhaya, you could have told me, we would have made something according to Jahaan's preference," Mummy says.

"Don't worry aunty. I appreciate your concern but I am fine with rice and lentils too. Don't stress because of me." Mr. Joshi speaks which makes me look at him and just in a second, his eyes shift towards mine and our eyes lock. There is something about his eyes that makes me want to keep looking. They are hypnotizing. The worst part is, the way he looks into mine. He looks into my eyes as though he would dare not look away before I do.

"No no, beta. That's not acceptable. You know what? Let me cut for you some salad." My mother says, "No Sheela, it is okay. You don't have to, please." Chhaya aunty requests while Mr. Joshi is still looking at me.

"Mummy, you sit and have your food. I will bring the salad," I say in order to escape from Mr. Joshi's heating gaze and before anyone gets the chance to say anything further, I just stand up and go to the kitchen.

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What is wrong with me? Why does Mr. Joshi affect me so much? His gaze makes me want to hide somewhere away from him. This is not me. No one affects me. Not in such a way.

I am in the kitchen preparing Mr. Joshi's salad. I don't really know how he prefers his salad but I couldn't care less about it right now. I just wanted to be out of there, away from his sight. Just as I am about to cut the vegetables, I hear someone clearing their throat from behind. I turn only to see Mr. Joshi standing there with his hands in his pockets which displays his biceps very well. This human has a body of every man's dream. Yes, every man's dream. I mean...men are the ones into body-building, so obviously.

"Like what you see, miss Verma?" He says as he catches me staring at his body. Cocky much?

"I have seen better."

"Doesn't seem like."

I actually haven't but he does not need to know that.

"Why are you in my kitchen, Mr. Joshi? Isn't my dining table comfortable enough? You want to sit on the kitchen countertop?" I say sarcastically, only to find him walking towards me. He comes and stops two-feet away from me and gives me the same look that gives me weird feelings.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

He again starts walking towards me, but passes by me, and in a swift, sits on the kitchen countertop.

"I don't really mind." He says as soon as he sits.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't mind sitting on the kitchen countertop, like you asked, Miss Verma." He says putting pressure on 'miss Verma'. Is he mocking me because I refused him to call me by my name?

"What the hell are you even doing here?"

"I am here to tell you how I prefer my salad since am sure you might not have any idea."

"Are you ordering me, Mr. Joshi?"

"How dare I, to order The Dhivti Verma?" he dramatically gasps and smirks at me while I just glare hard at him which just makes him smile. Do I look like a joke to this man? I just keep glaring at him while he just keeps on that smile.

"Dhivti, Jahaan, how long?" My mother screams from outside which makes both of us look towards the direction where her voice came from.

"Coming aunty," Mr. Joshi says as he climbs down of the kitchen countertop and once again starts walking towards me.

"Sheela aunty is the one who told me to come and tell you how I prefer my salad. More like, forced me. That is why I came, but I will eat however you make it for me," he says in a soft voice and turns around to leave but stops again to look back at me, "Miss Verma, it is okay to smile sometimes," and walks out.

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After lunch, Mr. Joshi gets a call for which, he needs to leave.

"Chhaya, we should meet again soon." My mother tells her as they leave.

"We will Sheela and next time, it will be at my place," my mother nods as both of them hug each other whereas, I look at Mr. Joshi only to find him already looking at me. He smiles at me as soon as I look at him as if he was sure I was going to glance at him. What is with him and smiling? And why is that smile the prettiest smile I have ever seen? I just avoid his gaze without returning the smile.

Mr. Joshi and Chhaya aunty leave.

Dear Universe, I have had enough encounters with Jahaan Joshi. No more, thank you.
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