The Confusing Diary of a Very Angry Meerab

A Date to Hate

Dear Diary

What does a girl wear for a date with Murtasim Khan? This, of course, is something I've never had to contemplate because I've had a boyfriend before, or dated anyone before.. but.. but I have had fantasy dates with fictional characters before such as Mr. Darcy.. and they usually went really well.

Murtasim is nothing like Mr. Darcy.So it's a bit trickier to dress for him. Not that I was dressing for him.

My mother was being her weird overtly happy self at the fact that I was going to dinner with Murtasim. She kept on bugging me to get ready or I will be late. Which meant I had to act even less interested to get ready that I was.. but I had never been on a date and a part of me was.. well excited.

She was also insisting on me wearing this or that. And I refused completely. It was dinner. I wasn't dressing up. Just wearing a simple Agha Noor. So she gave me matching accessories. I quite liked them especially the ring and the bangles. So I happily wore them. Keep the mother satisfied and the nagging goes away.

After getting dressed up, I looked at myself in the mirror and I was getting more excited. Something that no one, no one but you diary, is supposed to know. I was excited. Maybe a tiny little bit..which is why I am so furious now.

Murtasim arrived 37 minutes late.

Not that I was counting.

I glowered at him because I had been rushing and then had to wait seven whole minutes. Which meant that everyone.. everyone knew I had gotten ready and waited for him. It ruined my entire swag.

And I was pissed.

He looked apologetic but hey.. who cares.

"Hurry up, I'm hungry," I snapped and walked to the elevator.

He had brought a lovely bouquet of roses which I ignored. He sighed and followed me.

"Gao mein kuch zaroori kaam tha. Main waqt se nikal bhi gaya that lekin traffic Ki wajah se.."

I glared at the back of his head. But said nothing.

"I don't eat steak," I told him as I looked over the menu.

"I know," he replied, not looking at the menu, but instead twirling the glass of soft drink in his hand.

"Do you know what you want already?" I asked, attempting to make conversation because he was just staring at me.

"Yes," he said.

I glared at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I snapped.

"Nothing," he replied, and I fumed because it was going to be harder than ever to attempt to extract the secret from him.

"I'll have the flounder," I stated with finality.

"Mistake," He said and took an inconspicuous slurp from his glass.

My nostrils flared. "Why?"

He shrugged. "You don't come to a famous steakhouse and have flounder."

"I told you, I don't eat steak," I snapped. "If you knew this, you wouldn't bring me here."

Which is why I should never ever married this guy.

"You will love this place," he said.

Huh?

"I hate this place," I growled. This is was the worst first date ever.

He chuckled, staring at me with a suppressed smile. .

"I think you will like the lamb," he said easily.