Hunting Hubris

Embarrassment - My middle name...

Remind me again why did I agree to date this moron?

Cause he is funny, witty, compassionate, charming and adorably romantic. And don't forget those irresistible Greek God features, you drool over. Oh yeah, his sexy baritone too

Right! My inner conscious is one sarcastic bi-

Keep it PG13 Sam!!

-scuit... one sarcastic biscuit.

It has been two months since I met and got charmed by Dhruv. And my crush has quickly escalated to liking, thus my hopeless heart has officially accepted to date him. We have been meeting daily and I don't even know how the ever-busy heir of a mighty buisness empire has taken out time to meet a jobless-me. Though can't deny that sweet act of his has added laurels to his image in my mind. During this period, I have realized that Dhruv is more than pretty features and big social status. He is an incredible gentleman who is too perfect to be real. I had judged him to be a spoilt over-privileged person, but he wasn't. He was modest, kind, and a child at heart. But most of all, he had the ability to find the inner real Samantha who was cacooned inside shells of mischief and fun. He dug her out, got to know her faults and yet respected her. He was the real life version of the Prince I had painted in my dreams.

But this guy has this annoying habit of irritating me at regular intervals. And his justification?

"You look impossibly cute when you are irritated sweetheart" he had wishpered in a husky voice making my toes curl.

Now don't start 'aww'-ing him. Do you know how this dumb darling irritates me? By appreciating beauty.... By throwing compliments at every young women within 10 meter radius and making them stary-eyed. Then he brushes it off tagging that as harmless-friendly-flirting.

Harmless? My foot!!

It's too harmful, that it intensifies my insecurities. Is he sincire? Will we work out? Will our differences drive us apart? Will I be heartbroken? Am I enough for him?

His harmless flirting, digs up all my insecurities that I end up doubting our relationship.

He ought to be taught a lesson.

Thus sweet-little-me is sitting in my room with a sour mood, starring at the 236 missed calls and 107 'sorry' messages from my boyfriend. But suspiciously there has not been a single call from Dhruv since morning.

06:00p.m. my clock beeped.

10 hours and no attempt to pacify me? Too suspicious indeed.

Our doorbell rang. If it is another one of those neighbourhood aunties knocking door looking for gossip session, mom is gonna rip their hair off.

"Sam!! Get the door" mom yelled from somewhere.

"No!! I'm busy" I yelled back.

"NO DINNER THEN!!"

"On my way to the door mom!!"

On opening the door, I was blessed with the mesmerizing sight of Dhruv in his blue designer suit clad glory with a heart warming smile and a bunch of White peonies.

"Good evening Sweetheart!!"

"Who is it Sam?" Mom's voice came from the same somewhere and Dhruv's eyes widened on hearing it. And a chocking noise was what I was able to make in reply.

"You live with your mum?"

I facepalmed. "This is India Dhruv!! Of course I live with her. We don't move out of house on graduating high school." I huffed. Perks of dating an abroad brought up.