KanishkI feel someone smack a soft cushion against my face and a low groan leaves my chapped lips.
My eyes take a minute to adjust to the lighting of the room before they look for the culprit of such doing. My eyes finally set on my beloved sister. Kyra stared back at me with a grump on her face.
"What would you possibly want so early on a Sunday morning Kyra Rajvanshi??"
"Exactly Teddy, SUNDAY. It's Sunday. Aren't you forgetting something?"
I stare at her in confusion. Was it something special today? Someone's birthday? Or anniversary? What-
"Kya Bol Rahi hai tu billi. I'm so confused right now."
(What are you saying kitty)"You've got a date bhaiya!"
She looks back at me in disbelief and realisation finally dawns upon me. I was supposed to meet Ipshita today to discuss something about the marriage. Her family had arranged a meeting for us both because she had something important to discuss before the wedding.
I glance at the clock hung on the wall in front of me before another groan of frustration leaves my lips. 9:30 am, I'm running late.
"Tick tick Bhaiya. Also, leave me by the library while you're on your way. I need to buy new books."
"Absolutely no-"
Before I finish my sentence Kyra slams the door shut before walking away. This kid, how many books is she going to buy? An entire wall of her room is filled with books.
Sighing, I lazily get out of my bed to shower and change into suitable clothes. First impressions are important, especially when you're trying to impress a girl you've never met in your life and are about to marry.
The marriage was fixed without my permission. Not that they'd give me any choice anyway. I've never dated, never liked a girl, never talked about marriage. Rather ran away from that topic. Marriage is an inconvenience to me, and here it's being done for the convenience of two companies, the irony.
Tying the gold watch around my wrist, I look at my reflection staring back at me.
White shirt, blue jeans, it's basic but who cares, as long as it works for me.
Fixing my hair a bit and pulling on my shoes, I pace downstairs before grabbing the car keys and heading out.
A few minutes after I settled in the car, Kyra finally stepped out of the house before opening the car door and sitting in the passenger seat.
I take a quick look at the bag in her hand before my eyes settle on her clothes.
"What the fuck are you wearing Kyra?"
I eye her deep neck vest before looking at her confused face. Ye toh book store ja rahi thi na?
"What why?"
"Ye iske aage ka kidhar hai?" My finger points at her slightly exposed cleavage, god these kids grow up too fast.
(Where's the front part of this?)"It's called v neck Kanishk."
"Book store ke samne line lag jaegi ladko ki."
(There will be a queue of boys in front of the library)"Ladke bookstore pe kab hi aate bhai. Plus it's so hot outside. Please chup ho jao aur chalo."
(When do boys even come to the book store, plus it's so hot outside. Please shut up and let's go.)I give her an offended side eye before starting the car and pulling out of the drive.
After dropping Kyra near her favourite library, I make my way to the restaurant where I was supposed to meet ipshita.
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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲
Romance"𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 " ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── Kyra Rajvanshi, a sweet soul who has a love of writing, and is a literature major in the city of Delhi. She live...