Passion & Dilemma

26. Dinner and Drama

Prerna's POV

"I was here for you." Sarthak replied with a charming smile.

I passed him a exasperated look. "Done?"

He grinned. "With you? Never." He replied and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

I can't believe he is the man I am going to marry. Where the fuck was my rational thinking when I decided to marry him? I already regret my decision.

But my desire to be a part of Ahuja family overtakes the regret. I may not want him, but I need them.

I have been hating him and myself  since I spoke to him about my problems. Sharing my worries was a big thing for me, and how can I do share them with him. It felt so right at the moment but it feels equally wrong now.

He was literally my compulsion.

"Are you coming with us?" He asked and I frowned.

"To where?"

"To shopping. Didn't Bhabhi inform you?" He said and I recalled Naina's text. She asked me to get ready and come to the mall. "She sent me here to pick you up." My frown deepened.

Naina did not mention anything about sending Sarthak to pick me up.

And why would she do that? I can go by myself, in peace. His company, on the other hand, will bore me.

"No need. You leave. I will be there on my own." I said walking past him, only for him to stop me by holding my wrist.

He clicked his tongue. "Why would you go alone when I am here?"

My ears turned deaf to his words, and I glared down at his hand holding me captive. But my body reacted differently. A spark ran down my spine and I got goosebumps.

"Leave." I pinned him with a dark stare. His eyes flickered and he blinked. "Leave me."

He immediately let go of me and I took a step back.

"Don't you dare ever touch me." I warned and he pursed his lips before nodding silently.

I was already mad at myself for letting him hug me the other day. That scene had been on replay since that night happened. He has consumed my thoughts, and I hated it.

I hate everything these days. Well thie is what menstruation does to me.

I should not have let him be close to me. And I definitely should not think about him.

"Why so mad?" He muttered slowly, looking down at his shoes.

Work. Cramps. Father. You.

The words sat on my tongue but instead I continued to be rude. "None of your business."

Maybe if I act rudely to him, I might actually will become that.

I want to snap at him all the time. I want to be mad at him. I want to hate his existence. But none of those were happening. What about my plan of making him regret loving me if I don't feel repulsed by him?

His obsession will win if I don't despise him. And I simply cannot let that happen.

"Okay." He nodded and stepped aside to give me space. He gestured towards his car. "Come with me, please. If I go without you, Bhabhi will get a doubt. You don't want her to know you have a beef against me, do you?"

I dont. The less she knew about us, the better.

I stared at him for a longer second before nodding. "Hmm."