His Pretended Fianceé

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

''''''''SIA'''''''

I have noticed one thing when you look out from the windscreen of the car you can see a normal vision with concrete roads narrowing as we cross or drive through but when we observe from the side window of the door, the view outside though seems like same but it appears that the things or places outside are moving faster.

So I was watching from the window glass, the trees and bushes from the sidelines of the road running or being left behind faster and in a blur they get out of sight.

It was like Sandy was driving the car in threefold speed, I had already sent the driver home. I did not want to face anyone.

Not that the driver would be aware of the story

Even if he did, I didn't care.

I wanted to be with Sandy alone.

He had a strange kind of effect on me.

He was like a shed of safety when it is pouring outside or a submarine where I could comfortably lay even when I am surrounded by water on all sides, my past, my life and its disclosed truth being the salty water of the sea.

I know I have learnt the hard way not to trust anyone so Sandy shouldn't be an exception.

Well I have nothing left to lose so trusting him or not doesn't cover my list of fundamentals.

Probably I am being a bitch and using him as a sunscreen against the wild heat, the scorching biting heat of reality, the burns of facing my family.

I could stall or procrastinate, ask him to take me anywhere but home.

But I knew eventually I had to go back to Malhotra mansion

They wont have it any other way.

Again with the love they have showered upon me over the years, forgiven me for all the mistakes I'd committed, my rudeness, my don't f##k with me attitude and even though I kind of act as if they do not exist at all.

Well you cannot blame me when I pretend to be invisible because Pari had cooked some broccoli and wanted each and every one of us to chug it down simply because it is healthy

Or my mom setting me up with a new guy every week hoping for me to settle down, her biggest dream being me dressed in pink as a bride because she was forced to wear maroon by her father because that would look good in picture, it was also cheaper than the pink one' she'd murmured to herself sadly.

Apparently her maternal parents weren't so well off like dad.

I had different views altogether.

What is marriage?

A settlement...

Then why are people homeless?

This doesn't even sound funny

Does it?

Now when they know one of my ugliest secret I honestly do not want to face them. I wouldn't mind myself to be drowned in a coop inside the ground

But I know that it not possible.

If it was possible I would have done it years ago when I had take that dreadful decision

I had promised myself not to defame Malhotra name in any case.

Now since a part of it is out I could only wonder how'd dad take it or how'd mom see me?