Diary of a Sanka Devi

Operation Catch-A-Prince: Day 1 (Still )

Dear Diary,

Arnav is not just a prince. He is a gentleman prince. A knight in shining armour, a ... a - he's like Prem from Hum Saath-Saath Hain, if Prem was sarcastic and kind of mean. He's quiet just like Prem is, but he doesn't smile as much. That's okay, one day when we're married I'll tease him about what a snob he was and he'll laugh and say that I taught him what true love and happiness is. Then I will say that I already knew this cause I am good and virtuous. It's full-proof.

"You mean fool-proof," Jiji sighed, having reverted back to her ways of sneakiness and reading over my shoulder.

"Arnav's not a fool, Jiji," I said sternly, ready to defend my would-be husband to the death.

"No, Khushi," she groaned, looking like she wanted to smack me, "the word is foolproof."

To be honest, I don't completely understand how a word could be defended against fools, but I didn't argue. That's another reason mine and Arnav's marriage will be so exemplary one day. I will never fight with him. Ever. For anything. He's so beautiful, why would I even want to? We'll agree on everything and even if we don't, I'll probably be so attractive one day that he'll agree with me anyways, just to keep me happy.

One day, after he finishes fighting Salman Khan for my hand in marriage, he'll tell me how beautiful I am and that he'd fight Salmanji a million times if it meant getting me - ugh, Jiji is back. And with more silly and cruel remarks.

"Pagli," she says, laughing callously as if she isn't about to break my heart, "by the time you're old enough to be married, Salman Khan will have kids of his own."

I don't know who Jiji thinks she is exactly, but her negativity is not welcome in my bubble of good wishes and happiness.

Speaking of good wishes and happiness! Why focus on negativity like Jiji's when I had Arnav, the personification of goodness and happiness, to talk about. I guess you could say that our love story officially began at 2:30 pm today when I walked out of class and saw him in the courtyard again. He was standing under a tree, and I knew from watching him before that he was waiting for the arrival of the big white car that would pick him up from school and take him back home. I stared at him for a while, trying to find the courage to follow through with my idea. What if it hit him and he got angry? Nonsense, Arnav didn't have an angry bone in his body, he is an angel. What if it hit him and he got hurt? Nonsense, yet again. Something as small as a pencil case couldn't hurt a man. And Arnav... well, he was definitely a man. Besides, I told myself resolutely, even if it did hurt slightly now, it would be made up for in the happiness he'd feel realizing it was me, the love of his life, here to retrieve him at last. Once I had him, I'd keep him close so girls like Shreya Khanna couldn't get too close. That girl was already on my last nerve. Always staring at Arnav, whispering to her friends about him, she probably even wrote about him in her diary. What a creep!

"Khushi," Jiji's voice sounded again, undoubtedly to spout some more negative nonsense. "Don't you do the exact same thing?"

"Excuse me?!" I had gasped, appalled that Jiji would suggest that I would ever do such a thing to my beautiful Arnav.

"You stare at him, whisper about him and his mental math skills, and write about him in that diary of yours. Aren't you just as bad as she is?"

How. Dare. She.

"It is completely different." I sniffed haughtily. "I am going to marry him one day so that makes it cute."

She didn't seem to agree with me but then again who cared what she thought. One day when I was the Princess of Sheesh Mahal on the hill and Jiji was married to creepy Brij's older brother Rohit, then we'd see what she thought. Back to what was really important, Arnav.