[ The destiny series #2]
Love marriage don't work and making an arranged marriage work is a task.
But does love happen after arranged marriage? Maybe it doesn't? But what if it does?
Marrying to a total stranger whom you don't know for more than a...
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-tarini's pov-
I don't know how I would've cope up with my anxiety and insecurities if I hadn't discovered dancing as my hobby.
I don't know what has happened to me but all I know is that, I wasn't like this before.
I have been chubby ever since my childhood but I have never been overweight, it's just that I look like this. Like a fucking bear with a round face and fat cheeks.
Yesterday's incident was what triggered my insecurities but it wasn't his or her fault, it's just my intrusive thoughts that decided to fuck my mind.
But the morning incident was definitely his fault, they way he had pulled my cheeks, it gave be butterflies but maybe I am too delusional to expect that because he smiled after that.
Idiot.
"done glaring at the mirror?"
The bottle of body lotion fell from my hands as I heard the rough manly voice.
I turned around and glared at him but, he chuckled again. What does he think of himself?
"you look -" He started but I cut him off.
"what?" I turned at him fully as he same near and bent down.
I looked at his face being baffled. I mean I know he kind of bullied me for my weight but still, it wasn't like I had cried for it.
Though he should apologise but, he doesn't need to do it by getting on his knees atleast.
"you don't need to apologise by getting on your knee." I told him as he looked at me and stood up again.
"I should apologise for what?" He asked standing straight on his feet and now I feel like an ant looking at a street light.
"you fat shamed me." "when?"
His replies are always quick. Duffer.
"In the morning itself." "pulling cheeks is not considered as fat shaming."
Again. He won't let me add even a single more sentence and it just makes me feel irritated.
"And I didn't bent on my knees to apologise, I bent to pick the bottle." He said as the realisation dawned upon me, ain't I getting too delusional these days.
"its late, you should sleep." I said to avoid the embarrassment and started arranging the skin care essentials in the drawer.
"we need to talk." He said while slumped on the couch like a hippopotamus.
"please don't gawk at me like that. It makes me feel weird." he said like a little princess.
"Aww, the princess is shy." I mocked him as he straightened his figure and sat like a king.
