Healed By Her ❤️

Chapter 38

"Where are you going?" He asks

"to find glasses because apparently everyone seems to find you hot but I don't" I mumble

"Get some big ones so your chubby cheeks don't get in the middle"

I turn around glaring at him, he presses his lips together trying not to laugh

"Don't run off, I am going home too" he says

"I am going apartment hunting" I tell him

i have been trying to find apartments the past week but haven't been able to

"No need, lets go home. Continue your apartment hunting after I am married" he says

"Where do I live till then?" I ask

"Stop asking stupid fucking questions and put that brain to use in finding me a wife" he says slapping the papers in my hand

"Well you see I like these chicks, they are sweet, educated"

"And gold diggers" he interrupts as we walk into the elevator

"Says who?" I ask

"Says me, can't you see them. Look at their faces"

"Manik thats such a horrible thing to say, you can't judge anyone by their face, it's like judging a book by it's cover. You are smarter than that"

"I am not judging them by their faces, I have no feelings looking at them, how the hell am I supposed to marry them"

"Okay, fair point. I will clean up your schedule and you can go on dates, would you wanna go to a cafe or maybe bar?" I ask

"Neither" he replies opening the car door for me

"I think a cafe is better" I mumble when he gets in the car

"I said no"

"How do you expect me to find you a wife is you don't go on dates with them?"

"Not my problem"

This man is so infuriating, it's annoying as fuck most of the time.

"When was the last time you went on a date?" I ask

"Years ago"

"Okay and how was it?"

"Bad"

"Why was it bad?" I ask even though I could imagine it

I am pretty sure he was glaring at her the whole time and she was scared.

"She kept touching my arm"

I couldn't help but burst out laughing at him

"Thats not a bad thing"

"I don't like people touching me" he whispers

Not even a minute later, his hand brushes against mine making me look up at him

"She was grabbing my hand and my bicep" he whispers so low that I wondered if I was hearing him right or if I was making stuff up

His fingers ran down my right arm all the way to my palm where he lays his hand, my fingers lace in between his.

"Manik" I whisper looking at our hands interlocked

I won't lie, his hand molded against mine perfectly. He is getting married Nandini, get a fucking grip, I remind myself

"She also had coffee breath as she tried to get all up on me" he says not letting my hands go

"I mean if she had coffee on the date, of course she would have coffee breath, why is that bad?"

"I don't want to smell that"

"Not everyone can smell like roses and perfumes all the time"

"You do" he says

"What?"

"You always smell like vanilla and fruity stuff"

I couldn't help but turn my head away from him, not being able to face him.

"The point is, I am going to line up a couple speed dates for you that you can go to tomorrow. I will space them out in between your meetings okay?"

he doesn't say anything so I turn my head and find him staring at me, my cheeks instantly warm up.

"What?" I ask

he doesn't say anything but his eyes never leave mine. Thank god we were stuck in traffic because by now we would have either crashed or would have had people yelling at us

"Manik" I whisper

"Yes baby" he answers

My heart skips a beat, and it shouldn't.

I do not have him and m heart should not be getting this affected but anything he does but I can't help it, I just can't

"So you are getting married in a week?" I ask just for some reason

"Yeah I am. Does that bother you, hun?"

of course it bothers me because I thought him and I were getting somewhere and I know it was a far shot but I still had my hopes.

"No, should it?" I ask

"I don't know" he replies

For a moment there I thought he'd say he was lying and that he doesn't need to get married and I should stop searching for any girls but he doesn't. He just looks at me.

He looks at me like this uncle used to look at his wife's grave, he looks at me like a hungry child looks at food, he looks at me like a pet looks at their owner after time apart, he looks at me like I matter. What I mean to say is, he looks at me like I am the only girl he sees but thats all changing or maybe it was never that

"Manik" I whisper for some reason

I don't know if it was because I know I am losing him or because I know I didn't have him to lose

"Baby" he whispers back

Maybe he feels the things I feel, maybe he likes me like I like him and maybe if I make a move he might give in and tell me he wants me instead of that one girl who is going to marry him

"MOVE IT" a scream makes us aware of our surroundings

The traffic was cleared and we hadn't even noticed. I wish it hadn't cleared up because I might have had the chance to look at him longer and maybe build courage to tell him how I feel.