◇ She wasn't my girlfriend
Neither she was my crush.
But in the list of priorities
She always remained the first ◇
◇ He is mature, I'm childish
He is responsible, I'm careless
He is strong, I'm sensitive
Hence proved, its also can be friendship ◇
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Rishma's POV :
What you are going to get is a 'love after marriage' story. Stick to it.
For centuries, women met their husbands for the first time on their wedding day and lived happily ever after with their men. If they can, you can.
I grabbed some tissue paper from the box and held it tight. Mom reads the menu card, not interested in ordering anything.
My heart beats faster. Why can't I run away like my sister?
No. Never do it.
Burn all your negative thoughts and escape plans because you chose your never-ever option C.
"Behold, he comes." She stood up and said with a smile.
Did he come ?
Oh god he's here. What will I do?
Should I stand up? To show respect?
Anxiously, I tore up the tissue papers in my hand.
"Talk to him. I'll wait outside." She patted my shoulder and started walking away
"Are you le--", she quickly pulled away before I could finish my words.
I don't have the courage to look back, what if I see his face?
I feel like my heart is trying to get out of my body. I breathe in a lot of oxygen and let it out with a loud noise. I was not scared like this in the University viva exam.
Please... Krishna... just take me up.
"Hello."
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Hearing that voice, my anxiety, fear, and irregular breathing all returned to normal.
I feel a great emptiness inside me. No fear, no happiness, no tension... nothing.
I can sense that his body is only a few centimeters away from mine. I'm going to meet my future husband. I slowly curled my lips, lifted my body up, lifted my head, and my eyes landed on his face.
Is he the faceless handsome man of my dreams?
"Hi" I drawled my words a bit more.
Manu sat on the chair opposite me. He is wearing a formal suit, white shirt and black pants.
He looks like my faceless handsome man, same body, same sweet voice, same hair color, everything I can remember matches him.
I finally saw the face of my dream boy!
"Man." He introduced himself and held out his hands.
"Rishma." I held out my hands and we exchanged a handshake.
