wooing Meera Rai

XIII | day three - those eyes

XIII | day three - those eyes

On the third day, Meera Rai was convinced that Vihaan Singh Chauhan was a madman.

The day started the same. She woke up at five in the morning with the same dream lingering in her mind since the past few days. It was nostalgic, for some reason, like she knew the person or thing that kept appearing in the dream. It sounded like a child's laughter, but then again, it was not. She didn't pay much attention to it, dismissing it with a shrug and got ready for school.

Vihaan Singh Chauhan wasn't forgotten this time. In fact, Vihaan was the first thing she remembered when she woke up. It was stupid and downright idiotic that she was thinking about a guy who challenged to woo her. Sure, he was audacious and over-confident, thinking he could win her shattered heart - but Meera would be lying if she said that Vihaan didn't interest her. She couldn't place a finger on what it was, but there was something very intriguing about that arrogant architect that made her head spin and heart spiral.

Meera knew it was because of the lack of attention she was raised with. After all, she was just a human craving to be noticed and loved, so yes, she wasn't a robot to say that it didn't bother her. But, she really needed to stand on-guard.

One heartbreak was enough for this lifetime. One man was enough to break her piece by piece. She wouldn't dare raise that number to two.

She attended her school, was sent home early because of cancelled lectures owing to some political issue in the area and now she had the entire afternoon to herself and nothing much to do. Inayat was busy with work and Shenaaz was busy with hers. Baring the two girls, and her school, Meera didn't have much to look forward to every day. So it was decided that she would go grocery shopping, cook something simple, wear her PJ's (at noon, like a rebel) and finish reading the novel she was carrying since forever. She had picked it up on the day she met Vihaan and it lay on the same page as it was when Vihaan had walked in at the cafe.

That reminded her of Vihaan Singh Chauhan, again.

She was sure he texted her that he'd be scurrying over to her apartment, and Meera almost believed him. Thankfully, he hadn't texted nor did he show up to her doorstep. After all he was a famous architect, and the son of a notorious politician. Of course he had better things to do than woo a dark skinned, divorcee.

All of that was sidelined when the doorbell rang.

Meera glanced at the clock and wondered who it would be. Other than the landlord who visits her every month at sunrise to get rent, no one in the building knew Meera existed. It was a shady, old complex with three floors and shabby rooms. She had to lay low in the miserable little building. She knew that it was an unsafe place, located in the rural side of the urban city with working conditions that were pitiful.

But fancy, respected societies never rented places to bachelors or spinsters. Not divorcees either. It was always married people or families that got a respectable place. So, she had to settle for a place that needed all of the safety measurements that Vihaan warned her about - but there wasn't much choice when it comes to being single and not dependent on a man.

The peephole was pretty much useless - it was blurred, and the no safety door was an additional risk element to her house.

The only people who knew about her place were her family who never called her (forget visiting), and Inayat who often informed her beforehand.

So, who could it be?

Meera didn't open the door.

"Who is it?" She asked from behind the shut door.

"Your to-be husband."

Vihaan Singh Chauhan - of course.

Meera at once opened the door, the fear vanishing when she heard his very sultry voice.