A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-8 [The Date]

SIDDHARTH'S POV

It was true, I hated unprofessionalism but only I knew, my angry outburst was more than just for that. Waiters are told to behave friendly and polite but that doesn't give them the permission to openly flirt with anyone's fiancé, especially not with mine.

I made an annoyed face when he kept glancing at her and there was no need in hell for him to show his flirtatious smile. Myra's laugh in response to it only acted like a petrol to the fire already spreaded throughout my chest.

It was a foreign feeling, something I couldn't comprehend but I didn't like it when he tried to flirt with Myra, or when she laughed at him. She never laughs like that with me, My eyes glared at the empty plate in front of me as I picture myself breaking it. Letting out a sigh, I gulped down the cold glass of water in one go.

“Why did you bring white tulips though?”

Her soft voice broke me out of my trance, lifting my eyelids, I looked her way. She was admiring the flowers, caressing them with a small smile displaying on her face. My eyes softened it felt as if a cold wave of ocean washed over the previous burning feeling.

That's how her smile was, tranquil, away from all the dishonesty of the world.

I found myself staring at her for longer than I wanted, shaking my head I brought myself back to the present before answering her.

“I guessed that white is your favourite colour, Your whole clinic is white themed and you just give that peaceful vibe.”

Like a swan, swimming across the river at dusk with the sunlight falling over it's wings.

I kept that thought to myself, suddenly my heart picked up pace as I found myself imagining her as a swan. The thought was too strange even for me to believe it to be true.

She looked at me with a smile after hearing my answers and I found myself freezing. Nodding her head slightly, she whispered but I was able to hear her.

“White indeed is my favourite colour, Thank you. These flowers are beautiful.”

Like You, I thought to myself as my eyes slightly widened in surprise at my own thought. I felt goosebumps all over my body for no apparent reason. Blinking my eyes rapidly, I looked away.

Around another minute later, our dinner finally came and I had something else to focus on other than her. This time, the waiter was different and he left quickly after placing our food down on the table. I could see her eyes lighting up at the sight of the fresh Italian pasta. She must have been hungry, after a long shift at her clinic.

Picking up my fork, I started eating my salad in silence. My eyes narrowed when she looked at my salad weirdly. Raising my eyebrow I asked her.

“Do you want some?”

She shook her head and replied.

“No, I mean…how can you eat a salad after coming to a restaurant?”

A smile made it's way on my face upon seeing her weird out and confused expression. Chewing some more on the lettuce, I spoke while shrugging my shoulders.

“They have it on the menu for a reason.”

She scrunched her nose at my reply and shifted her focus back on her plate. I shook my head seeing her eating like that. She would fill her mouth till it's limit with the pasta and would sip her coffee after every bite.

“Btw, I hope you informed at your home about us coming here?”

I asked while sipping my mojito, it's refreshing flavour calmed my throat, soothing it on it's way down. We might get late and I didn't want them to get worried. She nodded while placing her palm under her chin to gather the sauce dripping down from her mouth.