Entangled by your love!

First Impression

The evening dawned,

The Versova flat was cleaned and now lightened for the same.

The entire three-BHK house,was the venue for the evening.

So now the very next move of Kabir was just to him as he was damn sure to ruin Kritika's life.

Kabir's POV-

Tonight I swear to take revenge from Kritika for ruining my career,my love life and my life,personally.
Never had I thought that I'll get hitched at this circumstances and maybe I've overthinked about the same.
To the people of,Kritika?
Didn't had mom got any good bride for me?
Is she an advocate,is it just an advantage for her?
As far her nature is concerned,I don't think that she's impressed my mom by it.
Maybe its her profession that impressed her.
What am I gonna do of her profession?
Who the she maybe,I don't give a f*ck to her.
Let her do whatever she wants,I don't care.
But I do,yes I do care.
Why the hell I let anyone govern my life anyway?
Its my life,I have my rules and regulations to run it!
I need to badly talk to that god dammit! I wanna know that does she think the same way as I do? Or is that mad interested to get hitched to me?
Maybe I'll have to initiate the chat by my own.Dafuq! But I need to know whether she's too interested or not.

Kabir stepped of his room and asked his mom

Do you think you let your handsome son get married?

With a sexy grin on his face with which any girl can fall for him without thinking once.

Kabir,I wish you get all the happiness in your life what you ever want in your life.I hope Kritika turnes a lucky mascot in your life and bring all the prosperity and financial success in your life.

Mom,lets move we're getting late.

Saying thus the duo stepped into Kabir's Audi R8 and left for Versova.

As they reached to the apartment he stepped down from the driving seat and Meera from the shot gun.

Kabir was endowed with a Royal blue sherwani and a golden silk pathani,with a diamond and ruby studed brooch with a gold plated base.
He had kept a french beard,His stuble looked salon perfect.He looked damn sexy in that outfit.Kabir was looking a fair,tall,handsome and rich Gujarati gentlemen.

Kabir and Meera stepped on the threshold of the house.

They stood on the threshold staring at the beautiful orchid decor on the front door of the home.
The name plate held the shining name

Advocate Kritika.M.Shah

Plated on a mercury name plate.

Kabir caressed his hand over the name plate with a wicked grin on his face.Kabir wondered whether it waa actually her house?

He was bit uncomfortable when he heard when the engagement was scheduled at her place.

He thought are they not rich enough to atleast book a proper hall dammit!

Meera and Kabir came in,Sangeeta came running with a plate in her hand on the plate there was a small lamp with burning fire in it.

Sangeeta,dressed in a authentic Gujarati saree,with heavy jewellery came and dabbed a vermilion and applied a tilak on Kabir's forehead.

Meera wore a orange coloured bandhni (an authentic Gujarati outfit)
And a simple gold ornament,she didn't wanted to show off too much as she believed Widows don't dress much!

Kabir entered the house,he stepped in and found out the house was quite mysterious,and he saw that the house was extremely spiritual and very peaceful.

The home had excellent decor along with spacious hall.This had impressed Kabir.

Kabir saw that the way He precepts his life,she was the very much same.

He rekindled their old friendship hood and realized that how their ego messed up their relation.

Kabir saw a bunch of people in the long hall.

He wanted to explore the house as well but he wasn't able to do.

The Engagement was a low key program and it just included Kabir and Kritika's mutual friends and some their family members.

Kabir saw the hall of fame,he saw the ICSI degree holding,Law certificate and the CA-inter certificate.

It also had many awards in the shelf.

He was again impressed with her,now he was curious to know more about her.

Kabir's POV-

I now atleast know that she is literate enough to understand me well.
Maybe mom had taken a good decision.
No,Kabir she's not the one,forget her..!

Kabir loved mysterious things and loved to solve mysteries.

He saw the hall of fame on the right hand corner.

He loved the place so much.

Kritika was sitting in her room sad and gleamed in front of the mirror and the salon stylist was setting her hairs,millions of questions unanswered.