𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 || 𝟏𝟖+

𝟑|| 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 (𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝)

While I was getting ready, my thoughts went back to 6 months ago. The man who saved me from the tragic incident had captivating brown eyes that hold warmth and peace. I don't know why I am now thinking about him. His eyes were captured in my heart. Whenever I am feeling low, I close my eyes, and his brown eyes come in front of me. I don't know why today I am feeling so peaceful and positive for the first time in my life.

I wore a full sleeves golden anarkali with jhumka and applied some kajal, mascara, and cherry red lipstick, which compliments my golden caramel skin.

I went downstairs to the kitchen to arrange snacks and everything. Mom came and said I looked like a cakedoll, which I'll never do as I hate applying makeup. After arranging everything, I went back to the room and waited for them to come. When the clock struck 11AM, a car stopped in front of her house. Opening the gate, her mother and father welcomed them with greetings, and his family reciprocated the same.

" please have a seat I'll call tia" My mom said came upstairs.

"Tia, come, let's go downstairs. Groom's side is waiting for you,' mom said glaring at me, gulping down my lump, I nodded one last time, glanced at the mirror, and went downstairs with my thudding heart. My palms were sweaty and my breath was uneven.

"Namaste" I Bent down to touch their feet, but they stopped in the middle. I thought they didn't like me, but 'betiyon pair nahi choothe'. With that, his mother kissed my forehead, his dadu and father patted my head. I sat beside him hanging my low head.

"kitni pyaari baachi hai" His mother looked at me with so much warmth and affection, something I didn't get from my own mother. I felt a piercing gaze on me but I shrugged, still not daring to look towards him. His brother and sister were so much fun to talk to; they were talking with me like I was their own sibling.

"Why don't children talk privately sometimes?" His grandpa told my dad, although my dad never agrees, but he still nodded with a fake smile.

They told us to go upstairs and followed him. I don't know what's happening with me. My forehead formed sweat beads, my palms were sweaty, and my legs shaky. I followed him, but my head bumped into his hard-built back, rubbing my forehead. I winced, mumbled sorry, and followed him.

We went to the upstairs balcony. He sat on the chair while I just stood there like a statue, nervously fidgeting with my dupatta. We sat for 10 minutes in complete silence. Being an introvert, I don't know how to start a conversation.

"If you have any questions please ask" he said with his cold dominating voice while staring at me intently. Although I have a lot to ask, no words came from my mouth. I simply nodded with a 'no.'

"Did you know I am 12 years older than you? Don't you have a problem with that?" He said I nodded with a no. I know he's 12 years older than me. I don't even have any problem. I eavesdropped when mom was talking with dad about him last night.