His Pretended Fianceé

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Have you seen Sia?

Hey Sia?

Sia?

Sia?

Is she on sale?" a pretty girl dressed in blue and pink Indian blouse and skirt asked blowing air to dry her nail paint on her hands.

Damn!

"Were you gonna buy her if she was?' I ask irritated unlike myself.

She gave a thinking gesture and after taking her own sweet time she replied "no" and then her face brightened "but if it were you on sale. I could probably think about it and make do thing that would make you smile and me shriek in the dark."

Ooh this girl was flirting!

" Hold on hold on" I stopped her politely this time "well I'd love to get myself sold if my fiancée wasn't missing." I added "but you should promise me that shrieking would not be because eyou would be taking me to a dark ally and murdering me."

"Darn you are taken" she pouted thrashing her feet on the floor like a brat child, "the world is so not fair."

"It isn't," I said as I continued my search for Sia.

"Did you see Sia?' I did not realize I just trespassed a danger zone

It was the infamous Pammy aunty dressed in a red velvet sari and black goggles rested on her forehead, her stance like a detective hunting for clues.

Actually I am sure she was hunting; not the clues but latest gossip.

"Oh your fiancée Sia?" she asked and hope incarnated in me "you two make a lovely pair. Too bad you were not allowed to share the room." She kept on blabbering "but you'll thank me one day because celibacy till marriage is good. You not only break open the door of your new future, new life but also break open the hy..."

TMI.. another word from this lady and I am going to piss in my pants

"Okay ma'am but have you seen Sia?" I asked again.

"She was here with me minutes ago and she too ran away coz I was having the same conversation with her." She then started cursing "teenagers these days want us to be open and friendly but once we discuss $ex in front of them they are like monks eager to sell off their Ferrari"

No guesses there I took a run for the life of my bleeding ears.

I thought of looking for her in the gym but the amount she was dressed I doubt if I could get her there.

Still I tried my luck and Bingo! for there she sat crossed leg Indian style.

Well if you do not find her dressed in a tight black knee length cocktail dress funny then the place where she sat that is steady thread mill and was playing Candy crush in full volume completely lost in her world.

"You can use the candy pop power here and bring color bomb and striped candy together." I suggested and surprisingly she followed.

The twinkle of triumph was obvious in her eyes.

"Sometimes seeking help from others helps." I said and she replied with a quick 'thank you'

"By the way great way to work out" she eyed her stance and the machine she was seated on at the comment.

Making an o' face she replied "I was thinking" She waved her hands in the air "things"

"Things?" I repeated looking into her eyes.