The Not So Cliché Love story

His Stubborn Highness

He looks around at the crowd.Every body seems to be on their feet, shaking with anticipation and chanting his name.

"Aarav!"

"Aarav!"

"Aarav!"

He fixes his eyes back on the football. His brows knit in concentration as he raises his leg to kick the ball.

"Aarav"

He stops midway. Why did the goal keeper have a woman's voice?

"Aarav"

Wait. Is the man wearing a Saree?

"I swear Aarav this is the last time.."

A hard shake brings him back to reality. He groans and glares at his mother and then at the clock.

"Couldn't you have waited till I made the goal?"

She sighs. She did not want to believe it but her younger son is going crazy.

"Your father wants to speak to you. Go have a bath and come to the dining hall."

"What did I do this time?,"he mutters.

"You should know. And Aarav, next time you comment on somebody, make sure he is nowhere around"

He turns red slightly. Not his proudest moment.
The stupid business partner.

After a few minutes, he sits in front of his father, bringing along his Idli and Vada.

His father puts down his newspaper and glances at him. He huffs.

" Aarav, it's time you get married."

Aarav's mother pats his back soothingly when he chokes on his coffee.

His father goes on regardless.

"It's time I retire. You should help your brother with the company. But I see you have become very self centred."

Aarav never understood the concept of marrying to change. People should stop watching these old movies, where a girl from village come and changes the life of rich, spoilt brats.
Which he is not. Also, no offence to the said girls but high chances the girl he shall marry is just as "self centred".

"Go get yourself bride within two months or I will find you one," his father snaps, bringing him back to the world," None of the girls you are friends with. God knows what that girl was thinking yesterday. Calling from a calculator."

Aarav opens his mouth to remind him of how drunk she was but wisely does not say anything.

"Now coming to pleasant things, we are going to manali next week,"he says ignoring his son's scowls.

Aarav stands up and goes out of the room already scheming.

"Why didn't you tell him about the Dia?" His mother asks once his footsteps fade away.

"Let him see her first. I have never seen a girl as mad as that girl. She will be his perfect match," his father anwers.

Both of them smile at each other.

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Author's Note: Hey guys!! I am so excited and nervous.This is one of my first books so bear with me. I will try to make it worthwhile. Please vote and comment 😀