A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-5 [Deal]

Author's perspective

Myra's eyes lighted up at the mention of her favourite fruit, only she knew how she controlled herself from leaping on them. Sonali was opening the box of fresh strawberries when Priyanka asked.

"How did Siddharth know that strawberries are her favourite?"

"A wild guess.."

Siddharth replied immediately, not wanting to get more embarrassed. This isn't how he wanted this situation to be like, He needed them to dislike him. Myra reached out for the box as a wide grin formed on her face when she devoured those delicious juicy berries.

"We should let the kids talk in private now, hmm?" Suggested Mr. Prakash Kapoor.

Everyone else agreed to him happily except for the two main subjects of his request. The thought of talking to him about marriage made Myra's heart race, even though she knew this was coming yet she wasn't prepared. There Siddharth was thinking to himself about how they will calmly talk to eachother instead of pulling off the hair of one another.

"Myra, take Siddharth to the balcony. There both of you can talk freely."

Said Myra's mother, as she gestured them to go. The expanded balcony filled with different kinds of flowers was attached to the living room, giving the elders a small view of the area. Clenching her fist, Myra stood up from the couch, expecting the man beside her to follow her steps. As Siddharth was passing by the couch, his father tugged on his wrist.

Siddharth arched his back forward to listen to his father who whisper warned him, in his ear.

"Remember, What I told you last night. No smart moves Siddharth."

Siddharth nodded in response, despite what was going inside his mind. He had decided to just tell her the whole truth, if it's considered to be a smart move so, Be It. Straightening his shoulder, Siddharth brushed his perfectly ironed shirt and followed Myra to the garden.

MYRA'S POV

My heart throbbed against my chest badly as if I asked to put my foot in fire. From the corner of my eye, I could see him following me. His face, hard like a rock, deprived of any emotion. My finger constantly played with the corner of my dupatta as I stood against the metal railing looking over at our society's garden, filled with children playing cricket.

He came and stood beside me, the demeanour he carried was even for the air around me to feel cold. Without turning my face, I gazed at him, who stood tall with his hands in his pockets. It looked like he would start scolding me like a strict professor any moment. The shirt sticking to his upper body easily gave away that he works out, A Lot.

"Does he always wear formals?" I thought to myself as that's how I have always seen him. I bit my lower lip as a few more seconds passed with us standing in silence which was getting uncomfortable. I just prayed for him to strike up a conversation but it feels, we would keep standing here for years if I waited for him to speak.

The air flowing in the balcony pushed back his silky brown locks, revealing his furrowed brows as he stared at the front like an eagle looking at it's prey. I never noticed until now that he always keeps his gaze sharp, ready to pounce any second. It makes me wonder, if he ever even relaxes. Fidgeting my fingers, I let out a sigh before finally speaking. My words seemed to echo as they broke the long silence.

"Uh..so you don't like Samosa?"

I cursed myself internally chewing on my lower lip, as I realised how stupid and unnecessary that question sounded. Even Siddharth looked at me immediately with an amused look while I just gave him an embarrassed smile. God! I just want to jump out from here, why do I keep embarrassing myself.