𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓

His precise words were, 'Be ready by seven, we are meeting my mom today.' Like that's it. That's all he said.

So basically after our kiss last night, he prepared some Maggi for me and we saw a crime documentary, just like old times.

My god, I feel so nostalgic right now. I had almost cried feeling nostalgic when he came in with a bowl of noodle, with two forks and fed me throughout the night.

I hate to admit it, but I missed him. I missed him every fucking day. Perhaps, that's why I always hugged the bear he had given me nine years ago whenever everything felt too much. When I wanted to cry or whenever I wanted to sleep, the first thing I did was crash on the bed and hug the bear he had gifted me on my birthday.

Last night was one of the best night's I had in the period of the past nine years.

Well, let's come back to our problem. I have to meet his mom.

Let me be honest right here, I love his mom. I bonded with her, as if she was my own mother, in fact I was more close to his mother compared to my own.

I want to meet her, but at the same time I don't. Everyone knows about our breakup. Especially the reason.

I absolutely have no courage to meet her.

What if she hates me?

What if when I go to her house, she taunts me and throws me out of her house.

Oh my god.

If that happens, I will cry. Like honestly, I'll be heartbroken.

I'm saying as if I am not heartbroken right now.

"She doesn't hates you," Ruhaan's voice fills my silent room.

"Huh, what?" I asked him, dumbfounded. Well, I mean of course it's obvious he can't know what I am thinking.

"Little devil, it is pretty visible on your face. Your face shows how anxious you are right now. It's okay, nothing will happen. She misses you," Ruhaan says, and by some miracle his words do put me at peace.

"Oh," I say, well those are the only words I manage to get out of my mouth.

"A thank you would not be hard to say, will it?" he asks me, in a mocking tone, while he leans against the door frame.

"Shut up, tum ye batao kya pehnu?"

"Saree pehen lo, utarne me maza aye ga," he says, flashing me a grin, in which he absolutely looks adorable as a blush crepts over my neck and cheeks.

"Shut up," I mumbled to him as I started trying to find something appropriate.

I am not at all wearing a saree for two major reasons.

First, it's too much. I'm just meeting her. It won't be appropriate for a meeting after nine years. If I would have met her after our marriage or even after our ring ceremony, I would have given it a second thought.