Sannidhi Murthy is a matchmaker. She swears she is one from the time she was just a baby. You can ask her aunt and uncle for details if you want. After all, she brought them together.
She sets up all of her friends with their 'perfect partners'. And...
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Surya
"Step-mother" I say through clenched teeth.
This was such a bad day. First, Miss Malini barges into my room demanding me to change into the clothes she and her husband got instead of the one I was already wearing and when I refused to do so and tried to shut the door in her face, she slipped inside the room like the slimy creature she was and tried to pull the kurta off of me. And that's when annoying girl literally came crashing down inside like a fucking knight in shining armour.
Second, she thought I was having sex with this woman. I almost gag at the thought. I would rather have someone slice off my dick and watch as they chop it off and feed to chickens.
"You and all your technicalities Surya. Mother, step mother, what differences will it make?" Miss Malini rolled her eyes.
"Ookayyy, I'll leave you- mother and son or whatever ... you are .... to bond. I am needed downstairs." Annoying girl walks towards the door, her netted black dupatta fluttering past me.
"Stop" I say holding the ends of the cloth and stopping her movement any further.
She pulls the cloth near her throat to free herself and glares at me. "Why did you do that idiot?"
Without answering her question, I twist the cloth twice in my hands and yank her towards me.
"You can leave ma'am." I tell my former headmistress nodding at the open door. She takes a long look at me and the annoying person next to me, "Alright, don't take too long now darling." She winks at her and walks outside without closing the door behind.
Glaring at her retreating form one last time, I kick the door close and turn towards the second headache of the evening.
"What?" she frowns.
Coming only up to my chest, she had to take a step back look up at me in the eye and hold her stare. Large dark brown eyes stare back at me, fucking twinkling from the serial lights outside, framed by thick long lashes. The shorter curly ringlets frame her face while the longer ones made all the way down to her waist her tresses holding pins with little butterfly designs on them. Pink plump lips tighten as my gaze lingers on them for a second longer than needed and her nostrils twitch in anticipation reminding me of a bunny I had when I was 12. Her face was a perfect symmetry. The ratios of her face almost close to the golden face ratio. The man in me hated the woman in front of me but the architect in me wanted to admire this perfection a little longer.
Ugh stop looking at her. What are you now fucking whipped or something? The rational part of my brain scoffs.
I blink back to the present and narrow my gaze. How dare she make me forget what I wanted to say.
"Utter a single word about what happened here to anyone and you won't like what I will do."
"What happened here? I don't know what you're talking about." She looks down trying to pull her dupatta from my hand.
