𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 "𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
✿𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄✿
ᴠɪᴋʀᴀɴᴛ ᴘʀᴀᴛᴀᴘ sɪɴɢʜ was a man shaped by shadows-ruthless, calculating, and unyieldingly cold. In his world, softness was a weakness, and mercy was a foreign concept. He had c...
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I peeked through the window, gripping the curtain as if it could steady my racing heart. There he was, leaning against his car, completely absorbed in his phone. That man and his phone-honestly, if he loved it , he should marry it. I shook my head, mild annoyance.
My gaze flicked to the clock. Ten minutes. He's been waiting for me down on the road for a whole ten minutes now.
Step 1: Make him wait.
Flashback
Zoya stood in front of us, her expression deadly serious. Ananya and I sat on the bed with Mr. Pink between us, all eyes locked on Zoya, waiting for her words.
"Step 1: Make him wait," she announced, her voice slicing through the heavy silence. I shot Ananya a questioning look, eyebrows raised and she just shrugged in response.
"He's a businessman, and they despise waiting. They want everything to run like clockwork," she continued, her gaze drifting toward the wall. I nodded slowly, the pieces starting to fall into place. If I made him wait, surely, he'd get fed up enough to call off the engagement.
End of Flashback
A smirk crept across my face as I noticed his foot tapping against the floor, a clear sign of his irritation. My gaze flicked to his eyes, catching him just as he glanced up toward my window. Before he could spot me, I quickly ducked back, my heart racing like a runaway train. I placed my hand over my chest, feeling the rapid thump beneath my palm.
Taking a deep breath, I turned my attention to Mr. Cuddles. Crossing my arms over my chest, I declared, "I'll at least make him wait for an hour." Nodding to myself, I felt a surge of satisfaction.
Just then, my phone began to ring. I rushed to grab it, my eyes widening as I saw the caller ID 'Vikrant ji.' Without a second thought, I tossed a pillow over the phone, letting it ring out. Once the sound faded, I silenced it completely.
With Dad and Bhaiya at work, Maa visiting a relative, and Dadi back in the village, I was home alone. If he dared to ring the doorbell, he'd just have to wait.
Now, all I needed to do was kill time. Walking seemed like a good plan. I began to pace from one corner of the room to the other, but irritation bubbled up quickly. I halted mid-step, my gaze snapping to the clock. My eyes narrowed in disbelief-it had only been five minutes. Just five minutes of walking.
Time for a new strategy to stretch it to an hour. First things first, I set the alarm for one hour. With that done, I slowly turned on the television and tuned in to 'Best of Luck Nikki'. One episode would last an hour-perfect. I settled in, knowing I had plenty of time to keep him waiting.
I sank into the couch, fully engrossed in the show, momentarily forgetting that my date was standing for me outside. But then the realisation hit me-he was standing out there, exposed to the scorching sun. I felt a pang of guilt. I wished I could do something for him.
