DEVEN SINGH RAJPUT'S POV:-
"Ahm....excuse me ma'am is this flight running late?"
I asked the flight attendant who was assisting a nearby passenger.
"No sir, we took off on time and hope to land at sharp five o' click in New York."
I sighed and looked at the bunch of tulips which I had hand picked just a few hours ago from the famous tulip fields of Netherlands while on my way to the airport.
"If it would not be too troublesome for you, can you please arrange a vase or some sort of container with water for these flowers? These are for someone special and I would like them to be as fresh as they can be."
With a small smile she swiftly managed to do the necessary arrangement and now at least the flowers were in a better condition than my heart. Turning my hand I again checked my watch and realised that only five minutes had passed since the last time I had checked it.
The past two weeks had been a complete torture. Between trying to handle the ongoing important projects and collecting data to form a solid bid for the tender being run by Mr. Norman for, what I believe, will be one of his most ambitious projects, the added pressure of telling Dadi sa the reasons for putting on hold the marriage proposal has been grating on my already weary nerve. And every time, either she or I make a call due to some or the other reason we have not been able to talk for more than five seconds.
I have never been so nervous about anything as much, as I am, about telling to Dadi sa about Adhweta. Because knowing both of them, I am sure Adhweta will win over everyone's heart within a few days and on the other hand as soon as my Dadi sa will know about her she'll expect us to get married right away.
Well as far as I am concerned, I won't mind it. Sure I don't know much about her or her family but what I do know is that she is the one who gives my heart the peace which it craves, her warmth draws me in and makes me feel alive and her smiles make me happy.
But what about her, would she feel that I am going too fast for her to walk along? Does she even wants to get married to me right now, someday or ever ?
These are some questions which I need to ask her so that I know if we are on the same page and even if we are not then what can we do to sort out the differences.
If she decides not to marry me right now then I'll probably have to come up with something good enough to convince my Dadi Sa. And if she decides not to marry me ever then I'll have to come up with something to convince her because me, my family, my people and my estate needs a Queen and I also need a wife. Call me old school but for me the purity, the right, and the feeling of being responsible for each other is best defined and bestowed upon through marriage.
We have hardly been together for a month but it feels like she has always been there and the thought of her not being around feels so wrong and downright outrageous. So yeah, even if I'll have to tie her to me and drag her along to take the pheras which will bind me to her for seven life times I will. And if she kills me for doing so then it will be fine too because still six life times will be left for us to live together.
And as if all this tension was not enough, my heart and brain have decided to make me long for her by getting lost in her thoughts at the most random of moments. Be it while going inside the kitchen to get water and remembering how she dances around while cooking food or when I had those chocolate pancakes and started thinking about how she'll love it with extra servings of Nutella. Reminiscing the way she scrunches up her nose in confusion or the way her hair is all straight but curly at the ends. I prefer talking more than texting and yet I have been on a texting spree with her in the past two weeks.
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