The Journey from Ms. Sharma to Mrs. Who [✓]

Chapter 16-Edited

Chinmayi's POV:

There stood Deepak, my future husband and for a few feconds I went blind. I really could not see what was in front of me or who was.

"Chinmayi?", called Lakshmi aunty.

Veera lightly patted on my shoulder to draw me back to the locus from the deviation in my tangential thoughts.

"Ha Aunty Ji", I asked humbly.

"As I was saying, this is my son, Deepak."

For the first time and after a second introduction, my eyes mapped the vision that was portrayed colourfully in front of it.

Deepak.

Deepak Joshi.

Hmm!

The man was 25 years old, tall, 5'11 mostly. I could tell because I have all tall brothers in my house. His hair was curly, but it settled because he would have combed it extremely well before coming here; black and buoyant, neat! His eyes mapped the blackness of his eyes unlike his fair complexion.

His oval face was decorated with a deep dimple on his right side complimenting his plain smooth cheek on the left. His beard and lips were placed carefully finishing his face with utmost perfection. But alas, the shadow of disappointment was projected on this face. His suit was black again which matched elegantly with a white shirt. Still, the shade of dissapointment reflected every inch from him.

I literally trembled, and it did freak me out. I started to feel a little giddy. I didn't know what to say and all pairs of eyes are on us. I searched for his eyes to see if at least were they looking at me and to my surprise, it was drinking my very existance to the fullest.

But there was however, no sense of feeling, making that deep black eyes talk in voidnesw creating all sorts of empty vibrations comprehended, mostly only by me.

To move even my toenail was a challenge because if this failed the way it was written to be theoretically, then it is not just the cost of my life, but Vera's as well and it just doesn't end there, it is the name of the Sharma's that is at stake.

I gently and yet nominally slipped a smile from my lips as I warmly folded my palms to gesture a namaste. Deepak simply stood there not knowing how to respond back to my very Indian style of responding to him.

He simply nodded with a stiff smile which his lips enacted because he also realised that we are being watched.

As things started becoming a bit blurry and the pause was long enough to spread the waves of awkwardness, my brother, Charan, came into picture like a saviour.

"Hello Deepak, I am Charan. Veera's and Chinmayi's older brother."

Both of them shook hands like gentlemen.

"Hello Charan, Deepak Joshi."

That was the first time ever I heard his voice. It was thick, deep and was an epitome of masculinity. But again, it was empty and shallow. Ironically.

A bad feeling swarmed to my heart. What am I getting myself into.

You never got in Chinnu, you were put into this.

"Charan, come here, you can start your questionnaire with your brothers-in-law after the ritual. They are after all family.", smiled Chaachi.

Everyone laughed in a friendly manner except four people, Charan, Megha, Deepak and me.

I turned to look at my best friend. Only she knows how I exactly feel.

Like a moth in fire.