Karma : A Tale Of Vengeance and Love

Chapter Twenty : Finally A Bite

She looked at her phone screen, hoping for a message or call.

She always did this when she was anxious. The phone was the biggest means of escapism in the recent world.

A horn beeped and she looked up. He was here to pick her up.

She went towards the car and knocked at the window. He lowered the glass and smiled at her.

"Come in, your highness. Your buggie is here at your service." She laughed at his compliment.

He blushed; she was so mesmerizingly beautiful. She wore a pink floral printed kurta and had a dupatta. Oxidised jhumkas were added to her attire. Her hair was combed neatly and kept open. Dark kohl rimmed eyes were her signature makeup look.

"Do you always wear desi outfits? I mean, ethnic?" He asked, as he started the car engine, making sure she was seated comfortably first.

He bent closer towards her, and she could feel his breath on her skin. She got scared for a minute. Although they were up for an arranged marriage, yet it was too early for any form of intimacy.

But he just buckled the seat belt strap around her and went back to his seat. He was very empathetic and understood her perception.

"Relax, I am not doing anything, and definitely not without your consent." He was driving at a very laid back speed, and much more interested in their conversation rather than the drive.

She noticed his changed appearance when he had come closer. He was clean shaven, and his moustache was trimmed and kept in place. He had dark, wavy hair, and he wore a sparkling stud in his right ear.

He was dressed in a blue shirt and beige trousers. He even wore a classic watch to accessorise his look.

She remembered how he had spoken the last time that he wouldn't disappoint her in the next meeting. And he had planned it all well.

"You didn't answer my question." He repeated himself when she stayed quiet for a while.

"No, but it's my go to outfit choice." She looked at him, with admiration in her eyes. She had started to feel butterflies in her stomach.

"Are you nervous? Don't be, I am here. Be at ease."

She wondered how he knew. But her expressions had revealed it all.

"I am a software engineer, ma'am, ofcourse I know what goes on inside." He pushed the gear and continued to take the turn towards Assi Ghat.

"Well, I would like to share a sensitive piece of information, since it's the starting phase. My father is a man of religion, but he is the most secular person I've ever met. He won't even mind if I liked a girl from another religion. He would never judge you for anything. Yes, my mother is a bit conservative, but she has the most generous heart you'll ever see. She can be difficult to convince, but I will help you win her over. There's a secret and easy way to her heart."

He took a pause and gulped. He was feeling a bit awkward himself. But he had to communicate.

"I am telling you all this, so that your doubts are cleared. I know some women think that they won't be allowed to wear western attires in their in-laws house, but it's not like that with my parents. You can wear anything. I would love to see you in different outfits and not just kurtas. Infact, save your ethnic dresses for meeting my parents."

She looked at him without even blinking her eyes. She was so lost in the melody of his voice that she didn't speak anything.

"The secret to winning my mother's heart is to just be sincere. She loves honesty. She is very easily pleased."