Destiny To Kill

Chapter 11: Unexpected Job

I stared at Eshan in shock.

His grandpa was coming to choose a bride for him?

I looked down on my hands. I knew Eshan was rich and a celebrity but . . .

I looked at Eshan and noticed him looking out the window with sadness.

I guess he wasn't excited to get married. I wouldn't blame him though. Most celebrities like bachelor life.

But . . .

I watched him more. His eyes held sadness and pain. I wondered why though.

It was none of my business but I just wanted to ask.

Before I could say anything though, I heard him sighing.

"Do you believe in arrange marriage, Ms. Awan?" Eshan whispered suddenly.

What?

I was caught off guard.

I had no idea what he was talking about. He seamed to be in deep thought.

Did he wanted me to answer that?

"Well . . ." I hesitated. I just didn't know what to say.

I never, in even my wildest dream, thought about marriage. It always sounded too impossible.

All my life, I only wanted one thing.

I only wanted Aliya to have her freedom.

I only wanted her to be safe.

Such things like marriage never crossed my mind.

"I always wondered if the person who would marry me would marry me only for me or for my frame," Eshan said.

I looked at him. I stared at him as he spoke.

"I am not the perfect man, Ms. Awan," he whispered. "But I am famous. I have frame. I got money. I have fans. I have girls who throw themselves on me. I got everything . . ." his voice lowered.

I could sense pain in every words that he pronounced.

"Even though I feel like I have everything, it feels like I got nothing. It feels like everybody loves me for my frame. I mean . . ." Eshan took a deep breath and looked at me. "Ms. Awan, do you . . . Think . . . I would ever find true love . . . ?"

My eyes wided as I looked at Eshan.

His eyes were filled with so much pain. I felt really bad for him.

He always held a strong confident smile on his face for the frame and now, he just looked so weak.

It was as if he was unsure if people loved his money or people loved him for the real him.

I just wanted to run to him and hug him . . .

WAIT!

WHAT THE FREAKING HELL?!

THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN!

I wanted to slap myself.

ESHAN WAS JUST SHARING HIS FEELING AND I WAS THINKING SUCH THING!

ARGHHHH!

DARN HIS HANDSOME FACE! ALWAYS MAKES ME SO WEAK-

I gasped as I realized what I just thought.

Arghhhhh!

I wanted to slam my face on the wall.

Just what was I thinking?

Eshan wanted to say more but the door of his cabin burst open revealing a man wearing business outfit and grey hair. Behind him there were few people wearing business outfits as well, carrying briefcases and some carried guns in their pockets.