Our Love

Chapter 3.

My meeting had lasted more than the time I would have wanted it to, and I had missed my lunch once again.

My mum would kill me.

I mentally groaned at the idea, because I could clearly get a picture of me standing with my head down in shame, while she shouted at me telling that how big of an ungrateful brat I was. Scolding's like those, usually meant, when are you going to be mature and start taking care of yourself, which was a mother-daughter thing and believe me it took me years to understand it.

My shift had already ended and I was about to exit my office, when I got a text.

Love: We need to talk.

One thing which all the people in relationship would have figured out by now, that my girlfriend here was not in a good mood, and I very well knew, what 'we need to talk meant', either she was going to threaten me, that she wanted a breakup or some serious shit had went down. And before you say, how whipped I was, let me claim myself, I am whipped when it comes to Ahana and yes, I have saved her contact as love. Without wasting a single minute I replied to her text.

Me: Ok babe!

After sending it I realized it sounded more like ok maam, but then I was scared of her and she was my everything, I just couldn't leave her, and thought of something happening to her or our little paradise, was which sent chills down my spine, which definitely were not in a good way.

Love: Little corner within 15 minutes.

No, kiss? No, miss you? No, I love you? I read it over and over again to let her way of texting sink in. Usually Ahana was a very cheerful person; she had never in my life talked to me or anyone even behind my back.

I decide to test the waters.

Me: I love you.

And she almost immediately replied.

Love: I know.

And now I know I better hurry; otherwise I might end up losing her.

Reaching the café, I see her sitting in our usual corner, but with tears in her eyes.

My heart races so fast, that I thought for a moment it was going to come out of my ribcage.

I rush towards her and sit right in front of her.

"Baby? What's wrong." My voice full of concern and almost breaking at the end.

Tears had started to stream down my face; I just can't handle the sight of her crying.

"My love, what happened?"

And I greeted by silence again.

And suddenly I hear sobs that I never wanted to hear ever in my life.

I go and sit next to her, place my hand on her cheeks and force her to look into my eyes.

Her beautiful blue orbs connect with mine.

And I break there at the sight of it.

Hurt. That is filled in her eyes. Why? Is it because of me? Did I do something so wrong?

You are getting married, you fool. What could have been worst?

My inner voice snaps at me, pissed beyond belief.

"Ahana, beautiful, my angel, please speak, you are about to give me a heart attack, because my conscious has already started giving me so many worst ideas. Please for me, my love, speak."

"Sh-sh-shanaya" She stutters.

"Your mom called me today."

Oh my god!

Did she come to know about us?

How?

Who told her?

What is she thinking about me? About us?

Is she going to leave me?

Is she gonna force me to choose one of them?

My anxiety had kicked in with full force.

"What did she say Ahana?" I ask her softly.

What could have been so worst that made her cry, so much?

"She is preparing a surprise for you."

And what she told me next was the nightmare of my life.

A/N:

And there you go with the third chapter.

Three updates in one day, the toughest thing I have ever done.

Much Love To All

Khushee Taneja.