SAMSIKA (#1)

CHAPTER 7

SAMSIKA

[Present]
𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚔𝚊

"Nannniii! I am going out now! I am getting late for school!" I was hurrying up fixing my bindi and wearing my sandals. Nishi had already left yesterday around night due to her work shifts being painfully compact and holidays being only 2-3 days. She had to go visit dad before going back to Ranchi, where she worked.

I grabbed my files and all essential. Almost forgetting my watch while trying to grab everything. Why do I always sleep late? I again called out to Nani one last time telling her I'll be off to school soon.

As I was going out in hurry. Guess who I saw? You guessed it right. Yep. Mr. Ho— yeah Mr- whatever his name is. I had stopped mid way staring at him. I was hurrying right? No. I stood there holding the main gate where I played all my little fantasy of it being my imaginary husband. I was looking at the guy that has been becoming my potential crush—. He was talking on the phone. He wasn't speaking English nor any language I knew.

"Lütfen işlemin en kısa sürede yapılmasını rica ediyorum efendim. Evet. Hemen ihtiyacım var efendim. Hayır, Almanya'da değilim. Hindistan'dayım.

(I kindly request you to process it as soon as possible, sir. Yes. I need it immediately, sir. No, I am not in Germany. I am in India)." He spoke in some language I couldn't process but he sounded attractive.

"Hayye..inki biwi badi lucky hai. Itna hot husband aur intelligent bhi." I said. Thinking I said inside. Well Hansika being Hansika. I said it aloud.

"Did you say something?" I heard him. He was looking at me with an expression that says 'hello?' He has kept his phone that looked pretty expensive inside the pocket. He was wearing a grey suit with a short button up inside and a black plain tight. Hair neatly gel back. His features looked sharp. Like a business man. I panicked.

"N-no nothing!" I opened the gate and was leaving when I heard him shout back.

"Meri koi biwi nehi hai, madam!" I could here him holding a giggle.
I stopped mid way. Again forgetting I was hurrying.

"What?" I looked back. My baby pink duppata was now dancing with the wind and my heart was beating heavily, no I am not blushing. I am embarrassed.

"You heard right. I am not married..yet?." He scratched the back of his neck looking at his again neatly polished black pointed office shoes. He was handsome and he definitely knows it.

"Then..-" I was lost at my words. And I had taken a step closer. As I walked closer to him. He was standing right in front of my gate, my pretend husband, meeting potential my future husband.

"Then, why were you carrying baby cloths.." I asked my few bangles made clinging noises together. When I kept my hand on my lips to control a gasp.

"Oh- that- well-" He avoided eye contact. "That's a long story." He smiled.

"Are you single parent?" I was starting to feel pity for this man. He was so young. And a father at his age can be tough.

"Yes." He smiled happily. 'Aw, my heart-' I thought. I definitely had the starry eyes at him. He sounded so happy that it made me happy.
I love seeing him like this.
I love having him smile.
I love having look so pleasant.
It made my heart full.

"I just dropped my son at his school. It's his first day. I am nervous. More than him." He said looking up at the sky. Oh, his jawline is gorgeous. I like his soft stubble. Wish I could touch his face. Oh, look at his eyes— 'Get a hold Hansi!'

"Great. Don't be nervous. he is going to be fine. But I understand." I said patting his shoulder softly without knowing. He looked a little surprise at this gesture. Almost as if a familiar facial expression drawn in on him.

"I like your bangles. They make pretty sounds." He held my wrist gently as I was softly patting his shoulder. Halting the moment of me patting his shoulder away. He seemed built.

"Uhm I do not know how to respond to that Mr.."

"Samrudh. Samrudh Bhagwani. Nice to meet you." He moved from holding my wrist to holding my hands and bringing it to a handshake. My arms erupted with shivers. Such a familiar touch. Yet, I can't seem to recognise it. I feel like a lost letter in a bottle in a familiar ocean.

"Hansika. Hansika Chowdhury." I said. My voice almost sounding like a whisper against his baritone voice. Perfectly pitched. Sounding like a warmth as well as deadly. Oh no. I am way too attracted to this man. It's even hotter that you can sense the responsibility-ness from him.

"I think you were hurrying  somewhere. I saw you hurry so. Sorry I kept you." He left my hand and my hand stayed in the same position he left me with. Embarrassed I pulled it back and nodded aggressively. I smiled awkwardly.

"Let me drop you." He pressed a key and a car started a sound beep. A ride with Mr Hot-so-Hot-Samrudh. Definitely.

"Sure!" I chirped not even thinking a minute. Shame.

We walked to his car and like gentleman he looked. He opened the car door and let me sit. He came from the other side to sit on the driver's seat.
This is about to get real. Let's see the forearms, shall we?. He removed his coat and kept it neatly on the header of the driver's seat.

He started the car and tried to align with the way. Looking back and keeping eyes on the road. After he had aligned the car properly. And after I had properly stated at him fully. I told myself mentally to stop staring at him.

"Please wear your seat belt." He said he wore the seat belt.
"Wha—" before I could complete. He was leaning in and fixing the seat belt for me. I felt my heart simply stopped beating. I could smell his cologne. He smelt like a cool spring and musky smell. The type, you'll find in men that are mature and simple. Oh boy, I am now more attracted to him than I was before. His stubble touched here and there near my neck as he was struggling to pull the seat belt out to attach.
After, he pulled out the seat belt  and attaching it. One of his hair strand was on his forehead. The urge to push it back for him is intense.

Couldn't help it so I did it. Softly as I could. And my bangles clinged once again. As I fixed his hair ever so loving. He giggled after I was done.

"Thank you." He said. Starting the drive. I told him the school he had to drop me to. Surprisingly, his son is starting his day there. Now, I wonder. If he is not married then what about the girl in the ma—

"I never married. The woman you might have seen me with in the mall, is a sister. I met her accidentally there." Samrudh said as if reading my mind. I felt at peace. But then another question popped.

"Then— your son—." I hesitated. Hoping I didn't touch a nerve.

"Oh. Well. It's a long story. If you agree on a date, I might tell you." He smiled still looking at the road. Oh, he has sweet soft dimples. I did not realise that. Wait did he—

"I'd agree to fix a date for our marriage instead." I blurted out. Having my heart beat run about 180mph

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Song of the chapter

"My Dil goes mmmm"

My दिल goes mmm-mmm-mmm
My दिल goes mmm-mmm-mmm