Book 7 of the Mangoverse
What's written in your fate, finds you on its own.
Collection of short stories.
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Connected to my book Hasratein but can be read on it's own.
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I've kept quiet. Tried my best to smile and nod and show the appreciation for his interests. It's genuine too. I am happy to know about the things he likes. Even if he isn't happy to know of the things I like.
Dating should've become easier over time. And it has for people with the means for it. I have the money to attract flies, but I'm not interesting enough to keep them there. "What do you think of deep sea diving?"
That I'll never do it.
"I'm sure it's interesting." I answer back instead. I'm dead scared of the ocean. It's ridiculously deep and researchers have barely scratched the surface of what is in it. There are so many things in the ocean that we do not even know about. It's horrifying to the extreme level and then there are people who want to jump into it and dive around.
Especially the man infront of me. But I am an accommodating person. If he likes the ocean, I can sit by the beach with my laptop and just have my own fun while he enjoys the rest. He is actually nice. Unlike the rest of the guys, who are very dismissive of my interests.
You didn't even tell him your interest, you fool!
But what if he leaves like the rest?! I've been rejected more times than I can count. I started because I was lonely and somehow I still am. Maybe it's the city. Delhi is a big city and yet I can't find one guy who might like me.
I try to push up my glasses over my nose when I realize I don't have them on me. Right, I wore contacts, because glasses are also men repellents, apparently. Since when do people not like women with glasses?!
A heavy sigh comes from my side and my date turn to look at the person on the table beside us. He shifts awkwardly before looking back at me. "Is he- going to sit here all night?" He tried to whisper, to be discreet but my bodyguard has super sonic hearing abilities.
The giant man rolls his eyes. "Pretend like I'm not here. God knows I am." He grumbles.
It's also difficult to find a partner when your bodyguard goes to every date with you and sits on the next table, acting like all this is the biggest inconvenience of his life. I smile awkwardly at my date who returns an equally awkward smile.
We finish dinner in unimportant chatter and then get up to leave. My bodyguard leaves to get the car and I stand beside my date who finally looks at ease. "He is quite scary." He is just a giant. Nothing else is scary about him. I've known him for nearly two decades.
He is my brother's best friend. They were in the same class and they grew up together. That was it at first but our lives were more entangled than that. His mother passed away when he was in school and then his father joined my father's company.
We met more often than before. Not that it mattered. He met my brother and I met....well his brother. He was my age so it was convenient. I was blind at first, I probably still am. I attracted his brother like flies to honey. I ignored all the red signs because well, college is exciting when you have a boyfriend. No matter how much of an asshole he is.
