Diary of a Sanka Devi

Operation Catch-A-Prince: Day 2

Dear Diary,

Isn't it so odd, the way people flock to you when you're a celebrity? The same people who wanted to tear you down suddenly want to be your best friend now that you've attained (fancy words again!) stardom?

Yes, I'm talking about Jiji.

The woman who had doubted me for so long was suddenly now suspiciously interested in Operation Catch-A-Prince, probably hoping I'd catch her a prince next, now that my own was practically already ensnared. Hmm... speaking of - I think Arnav has a cousin, I heard him talking to one of his classmates once about going to visit them all the way in Delhi.

He's so worldly.

I mean - Buaji lives in Delhi too, but probably not in the same area Arnav Malik's family lives. I bet Arnav has even travelled abroad - been on a plane and everything. I don't even think I have a passport. Maybe he'd even take me on a honeymoon once we were married. I didn't know much about them, but I knew that it had caused quite the stir in our mohalla when Beena Mausi's son had taken his new wife all the way to Varanasi for a honeymoon. How exotic! It was no surprise that Arnav, being the delight he was, would be such a well travelled and knowledgeable man. Yes, emphasis on man. In a sea of little boys, Arnav was a lone wolf/man. Okay no, not wolfman like the kind Rinki from school told me her NRI cousins made her watch. Some twisted mix of a man and a wolf, covered in hair. I am a mature enough woman to realize that men have hair on them in places normal people don't - I mean you only have to watch one Sunny Deol movie to put those pieces together - but men could also look like Salman Khan. Smooth, muscular, and well... tall enough. Salmanji and Arnav Malik were obviously the same kinds of man. Being the highly intelligent mature kind of sort of almost adult that I am, I need an equally intelligent and capable man and I'm sorry boys but Arnav is the only one who cuts it. Unfortunately, not all men can remain as dashingly handsome as Babuji is, so I suppose I shouldn't be too happy with how beautiful Arnav is now. Although, there's no way he could possibly be any better looking than he is now. I should prepare myself for disappointment, how can perfection be improved upon?

"There is... so much wrong with everything you just wrote." Jiji whispers, the sneaky woman is looking over my shoulder again.

"You know what they say about... reading over people's shoulders, Jiji," I sniffed haughtily, ignoring her confused expression, "you'll end up reading something you don't like."

"Nobody says that." A new voice interrupted and my heart started doing cartwheels and flips like Shah Rukh Khan in Deewana.

Arnav.

Now I'm sneaking in words here and there, still shocked by what happened 5 minutes ago. Here's the rundown, as quickly as I possibly can without arousing suspicion from my lovely future husband sitting in front of me.

Unbeknownst (fancy words!) to me, Arnav had walked up behind me while Jiji and I sat under the tree we usually did on our lunch break. I'd have to thank Devi Maiya a million times for the glare of the sunlight that had him covering his eyes slightly as he looked down at me, making sure that he couldn't possibly read what I had been writing like Jiji had. I'd slammed my diary shut at record speed, noting the curiosity that sparked on his face in response.

"Arnav! Hi!"

I heard Jiji snort behind me, probably in envy at how amazingly high and feminine my voice had become. Such a jealous creature she was.

"Hello, Khushi." He'd answered me calmly with the hint of a friendly smile on his face and my heart began to flip-flop in a strange way. Maybe I should consider going to the hospital, this can't possibly be healthy.

Funny though - if I was Shah Rukh Khan in Deewana, did that mean Arnav was Divya Bharti? I mean... they're both enviously beautiful, it makes sense.