My Dearest Rival

37. Shivansh

"What the fuck is cute meet?" sangquake shouted from her room.

I am standing outside her room, waiting for her to come out of my damn room so we can go for the interview. It's been two hours since i have been standing here. I used to thought i take long to get dressed until i get married, she is the person who take tons of time to get ready.

And for the sake of god i have been explaining her basic terms like concept of dating. She doesn't have any idea about it. I mean she knew that dating exists but she had no idea what people do when they are dating.

She had almost convinced me that dating is bad. She thinks that if someone is dating then they should get married otherwise there is meaning of dating, i almost agree with her. I also think that if two people are dating then they should get married. Look call me anything you want but if i am dating someone then first I need to fall in love and if i am in love then I'll end up marrying that person.

When i was in college i tried dating but everyone wanted casual relation or open relationship and for me this doesn't work. I don't understand the meaning of open dating, i mean who could let touch what's yours. These things are not for me, i am too old for these stuffs.

"Care to explain" she ask again.

"Cute meet is a term that explains how two people meet and fall in love" i explain her.

Annika is the one who taught me all this. She has expertise in this area. She is the mother of dating, love and romance.

"Oh! We will tell everyone the real story. I saw you, i vomit, i hated you but you begged me to love you and because i am kind hearted so i accepted you. I married you because it's my passion to help beggars" she said.

I can hear—i mean i can imagine her face right now, she must be smirking while looking at the mirror. And what the fuck is this story, i would never begged her for anything.

You said please yesterday for God's sake.

My balls will prefer to live alone rather than begging her.

"Cute. umm, how about you seduced me by stripping still i rejected you because you are arrogant but you begged me again in front of everyone to accept you and since i am really kind hearted i accepted your proposal" i told her.

Well my story is better than hers. Far better.

"Funny"

I couldn't get the time to breath and blink my eyes when the door of my room opened and i saw a young beautiful lady standing in front of me with open hairs. Red saree, dark red lipstick, open curly hairs.

My breath caught in my throat.

Maybe i am having a panic attract because i just saw a ghost.

I didn't blink, didn't even leave the sight in front of me. She smiled.

Fuck don't smile. I am melting.

"How do I look?" she asked.

I didn't hear a single word, my entire focus is on her face, her smooth face. My hands are dying to touch it, I want to feel the touch of her face again. Her smooth hair just looks perfect on her.

How could someone look so beautiful? Maybe she has done plastic surgery. Of course she has done plastic surgery because no way in hell she is this much beautiful. I have been living with her for so long but she never looked like this.

I kept staring at her. I am sure she has done something to her face that's why she is looking different today.

"Crackyhead?" she shouted.