Be Mine

42. Date Is Fixed 🎊

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A K R I T I

Last night wasn’t reality but a dream, and yet, as I stand here now, this feels like a dream, only it’s very real. He’s here, standing just a few feet away from me, dressed impeccably in a black suit that fits him perfectly. He looks so handsome, so dashing, that I have to blink a couple of times just to be sure I’m not still dreaming.

When he saw me coming down the stairs, he stood up, his eyes never leaving mine, and then, just like Shahrukh Khan in a Bollywood movie, he spread his arms wide in that signature gesture of his. It was a signal, and I didn’t need any more encouragement. Without thinking, without caring who was watching, I ran straight into his arms. 

Seven long days of separation. Seven days without his touch, without his scent, without feeling the warmth of his body next to mine. I’ve missed it all so much. The moment I’m in his arms, everything feels right again. His natural fragrance, something I can never get enough of, is even better than any expensive cologne. I press my face into his chest, soaking in every second, feeling like this is where I belong.

In that moment, I forget everything—where we are, who’s watching, all the worries about our families. It’s just me and him, wrapped up in each other. But the spell breaks when I hear Avni’s voice shouting, “Mami!” It jolts me back to reality, and I suddenly remember that we’re in the middle of the living room, in front of everyone.

When I pull back from the hug, my eyes dart to my parents. My mom and dad are staring at us, completely expressionless. Of course, they didn’t expect to see me clinging to Adi like this, like we’ve been secretly reunited after years of separation. It’s embarrassing, really. My cheeks flush with heat, and I feel a mix of guilt and awkwardness settling in.

Kunal, however, is grinning from ear to ear, clearly amused by the whole scene. But then, with a quick flick of his hand across his neck, he signals that I’m dead, pointing at mom and dad. Great. I feel the dread sinking in. Are they going to accept us? Will they be okay with this?

“They will,” Adi whispers into my ear, as if reading my thoughts. His voice is so calm, so full of confidence, that I find myself relaxing a bit. I look up at him, and he’s still holding me by the waist, like he’s not ready to let go, like I might disappear if he loosens his grip even a little. 

“I’m scared,” I whisper back, my voice barely audible.

Adi’s eyes soften as he hears the vulnerability in my voice. He gives me a reassuring squeeze, just as I finally gather the courage to address my parents.

"Mom, Dad, there’s something I need to tell you—" I begin, but they cut me off, speaking in unison.

"That you love him. Your boss. We just saw," my dad says, his tone dripping with a mix of disbelief and mockery. My mom stands beside him, shaking her head lightly as if she’s still processing the sight of us.

Before I can gather my thoughts or respond, Adi's mother steps forward with a confident smile. She looks directly at my parents and speaks, her voice carrying an authority that makes everyone listen.

"So, what’s your decision? Will you give your daughter’s hand to my son? I may not have a daughter of my own, but I’d be honoured to have a daughter-in-law like her."

Her words hang in the air, and I suddenly feel like all eyes are on me. I quickly walk over to her, my heart racing, and bend down to touch her feet. She places her hand on my head, offering a blessing, and I feel a sense of warmth and acceptance radiate from her.