Destiny

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I woke up but my eyes still half-closed I glanced around the room turning myself slowly to my right and noticed the clock said 1pm.

I actually had that kind of a nap where you might even forget who you are or which century you're living in.

While my memory recovered, it played the whole scene of Shayan telling me not to fall in love, in my mind-theatre. Now I was fully awake and got up from the bed.

I stretched both my arms and realized that I was in a bedroom.

Wasn't I supposed to be sleeping on the couch? I thought.

"So.." that voice again.

Here we go, the monster is back. "Had a good sleep?" He asked.

"Yeah, actually a very good one. I was just so exhaus-" before I could complete he said "Exhausted. I know."

"Yeah. But what am I doing here? My memory is not that bad. I remember I slept on the couch." I rolled my eyes and eyed him suspiciously.

He sat on the corner of bed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I carried you." He said and shrugged his shoulders.

"What?" My mouth was wide open. The nerve of this jerk!

"Why?"

"Because my friend was coming over. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to sleep so shabbily in front of a stranger? "

"Shabbily? I. I don't sleep like that."

"How do you know.?" He grinned, with a immediate smirk drawn over his face. I scrunched my nose and his smirk grew wider.

"Mom and dad are downstairs. Go meet them." He said.

I got out from the bed crawling like a kid. "Okay"

"And."

"And? And what?" I asked him.

"Just remember the condition."

"Don't worry I have no interest in marrying a monster." I stuck my tongue out at him and ran out of the room.

Did I just say marrying a monster?

Wasn't he talking about falling in love?

I am an idiot.

I mumbled a big lecture to myself, walking down the stairs to find Imaad uncle and his wife smiling at me.

"Is everything alright?" Imaad uncle's wife asked me with those same eyes I admired that morning.

Shayan has his mother's eyes. She was gorgeous and looked really young. She was wearing a maroon salwar kameez with a very elegant gold chain hanging down her neck.

No wonder why Shayan is so good looking.

"Yes uhm what should I call you..?" I asked while smiling at her. Duh! Aunty, of course!

She chuckled and said, "You can call me mom."

I returned a nervous smile not knowing what to reply.

My attention came to Shayan who gestured with his hands, telling his mom something but I couldn't understand.

"Call me aunty." She smiled at me and I smiled back. That slight smile that tugged her lips, reminded me of my mother.

I miss her.

After our greetings, she led me to my room.

It was a pretty big room with a classy attached wardrobe, a dressing table and a giant fluffy bed. It was a girly bed-room.