His Pretended Fianceé

Chapter 37

Chapter 37

We could faintly see another red Maruti Ertiga coming from the distance but before I could apprehend or react, there was black out

Last I heard was blurred shouting of Sia "Sandy"

Now I guess I am hallucinating

For sometimes I see dad shouting at me for putting Sia's life and mine in danger

Then there is Kyle shouting at me for being irresponsible and losing the chip.

Again there is Sia dressed as bride carrying a garland of flowers but instead of putting it around my neck she very graciously takes it to my tombstone.

That's when I realized that these were stupid hallucinations or nightmares.

Even if I was dead I would have been burnt according to our traditions and I'd sadly never have a tombstone.

Wow reason to be sad about!' I scold myself and try to lift the tons of weight from my eyelids.

Damn what has been put over my eyes?

Weights from the local vegetable vendor?

I tried to lift my hands to push off the weight from my eyes but f##k they had even more weight on them and then they were being numb too.

F##k, F##K I shouted but I guess nothing came out of my mouth.

"psst. Sssttt... San...Sandy" the whispers called for attention

"Sandeep" the familiar voice assured me that I was still alive.

Putting entire strength I could muster I opened my eyes but push them shut again as small ball of light shot through them

"No Sandeep wake up" Probably Sia whisper yelled.

Yes that was Sia because she graced the sentence with few colorful adjectives "you lazy moron"

I opened my eyes again to see a battered and bruised Sia

Hadn't she be using the expletives I wouldn't have recognized that she was Sia "the mother F##kers, assholes they not only ruined my hair but also tied my hands and legs" she struggled some more with the duct tape "they don't know whom they are dealing with"

"Sia" I barely managed to speak hiding my eyes with the curtain of my hair

Thanks to my laziness that I did not get a haircut since ages

But hey! Don't judge I still look like a dude.

Well high hopes though since Sia looked like the tattered doll from Annabelle, though I still love her since she is my Sia and looks don't matter. It's her inner heart, soul and strength that I love adore and respect and there is no denying it all.

That doesn't mean that she needs to know what metaphor I had given her given the fact that I am sure I look nonetheless than Hound' from Game Of Thrones.

If I managed to survive whatever this was, I want to spend my entire life with her

Hell! I want to survive this ordeal and win over those F##kers, Sia's alias for them as she named them so that I have a life to live with and have my happily ever after.

Cheesy? I know

But you can have it on bread and chuck it down your throat coz I know every one loves some cheese.

I look at Sia struggling with her mouth doing a lot of work as she swears to kill each of them with her bare hands, undress them and then burn their sun untouched organs with burning coals.