His Bride: When Fate Made Her Fake

|| 12. CONVERSATION ||

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ONE WEEK LATER

A-202, IYER HOUSE
AKASH GANGA HOUSING SOCIETY, MAYUR VIHAR PHASE-2
NEW DELHI

"Ishita."

"Ishita."

"Ishita!!!"

This time she was compelled to halt her steps and look back at the source of the voice. Ishita tightened her hold on the strap of her bag and looked at her mother critically who was passing her murderous glares. "What Amma?"

"You know what I am talking about." She gritted her teeth pissed with her daughter attitude.

"Amma not again."

"What not again Ishu? Why are you not able to understand the fragility of this situation?"

"Amma this is not some marriage proposal, it's a compromise and I never wished for a compromise marriage."

"It isn't Ishu, we are not in some good position right now and Raman is just trying to save himself and you."

"I don't need his charity. I know I am innocent and that's enough for me. I don't want this marriage." She wore her flip flops and left the premises. After covering some distance, Ishita entered inside the park and slumped her body over the public bench, contemplating over her life which kept throwing new challenges on her. There was one thing in her life in which she had pride, her self respect and today even that is snatched away from her. She is innocent but still everyone treats her as a subject of pity. She doesn't want anyone pity on her, especially not the man who is the reason behind this mess. RKB proposed to her for marriage, she has seen him closely, worked with him for months yes he is a man of ethics but he is one of the hell egoistic and self centred man he ever came across. She remembered one incident when his mother came to meet him and how brutally he disregarded and insulted that old lady in front of everyone.

If he cannot respect his mother then will he ever be able to give her the respect she deserves? Moreover they have a huge class difference, he will never be able to treat her equally. They're different, as chalk and cheese, whatever her mother says she cannot accept him as her husband. Ishita wiped off her tears and went towards the bus stop.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER
THE GREAT INDIAN KITCHEN
NEW DELHI

Ishita was tabulating data on the computer when her employer Mr. Ahlawat entered inside the database room. "Ishita, can you look after arrangements at the VIP floor?"

"Sure sir. But aren't Sahil and Anju are in charge of the top floor." Ishita stated confused with the new duties. Recently Mr. Ahlawat appointed her in office department, he is impresses with her linguistic as well as computer skills and hence he appointed her to look after the back office work.