A GIRL LIKE YOU

1

Life is fifty wrong turns down a bumpy road. All you can hope is that you end up somewhere nice.
I don't know where I read that quote. Probably in some novel years ago. I also don't know why it stuck with me. Maybe because I wanted to end up somewhere nice after all the bumpy roads I've been on. Or maybe, it just gave me comfort and hope.
I could really use hope right now. Hope that after tons of wrong relationships and shitty guys, I'll finally find the one for me. Not the perfect guy. Just the perfect one for me. I am hopeful that once in this lifetime my parents and I fall on the same page. Yes! Surprise!
I am going to meet this guy, Aarav, that my parents selected for me. If someone would've told me a few years ago that I'll be agreeing to meet a guy my parents wants me to then I would've puked on their faces.
But here I am. Riding on the metro. Heading towards my hope.
For my parents he checks out all the boxes. Big Money. Check. Good Job. Check. Nice family. Check. No addictions. Check. Good looking. Check.
For me, he doesn't have to check any boxes. I am only entertaining this whole thing because I'm tired of all the relation-shit. I really want to find a good guy for myself. Doesn't matter how I find him though. If my parents thinks that I'll like him.. then I'm definitely gonna give him a chance.
If my parents would've thought that I wouldn't like him, even then I'd have to give him a chance. Do you know why?
Cause I am a good girl. Pretending to be,at least. Fuck my life.
I am late. So late. I kept looking at my watch and staring at myself in the window in front of me. I look good.All sophisticated and modern. I am not very tall, just 5'4 so I carry heels. Though I am curvy and I like my figure. I rub my red pouty lips together. The hour long makeup is totally worth it. My eyes looks bigger making the hazel brown stand out. I put the strand of my waist long wavy black hair behind my ear. I look more than good. But I don't feel so good. I am nervous.
The train came to a halt. Finally. As soon as I stumbled out of it, my phone started vibrating in my purse.
Aaliyah. Also known as Mrs. Singh.
Best friend. Wait. Scratch that. Married best friend who would give anything for me to get married so that she could have the double dates she always wanted.
I picked up the call.
"Kiaraaaaaaaaaaa!!!" She shouted on the other end of the line. Trust me I don't have that many A's in my name.
"Aaliyah!"
"Are you there?"
"No, Aaliyah. I told you I got late. Couldn't decide what to wear."
"Oh fluff."
She has a problem with the word fuck.
"Yes fuck."
"Are you nervous?" She asked.
"Yes Aaliyah. But I really need to go right now. I am standing at the station. People are bumping into me like I am invisible."
"Okay. Call me when you get home."
I hung up and looked down to put my phone in my purse. Just then, someone bumped into me so hard, I stumbled five feet trying to balance on my high heels.
Before I could fall and embarrass myself I hold onto the Gray T-shirt in front of me.
Thank god! I almost fell. I looked over my shoulder to glare at the asshole who pushed me. But couldn't find anyone.
I hear a throat clearing.
Oh fuck! I am still holding onto the Gray T-shirt which is attached to a man. I looked at the man who is looking at me with his eyebrow raised.
I quickly straightened up and release his shirt. I found my balance and stepped back a little.
"I am sorry. I was just trying really hard not to fall in the middle of...." I trailed off as he turned around to face me. I gulped.
Damn. Good looking to the fucking moon and back. Light stubble. Black curly hair. Brown warm amused eyes. Ghost of a smile on the face. Outline of strong arms and chest. Tall. Almost half a feet taller than me. Damn. I hope I am not drooling.
I am gonna call him Hot Guy.
"I thought you really liked me and tried to rip my cloths off." Nice voice. Smooth. Say something. Stupid. Stupid stupid girl. I chuckled at his stupid remark.
"I am sorry. Someone just pushed me so hard. I lost my balance with the heels and all." I pointed at my heels.
He took a thorough sweep of my whole body as I shivered a little under his scrutiny. His eyes finally settled at the heels. Then he looked back into my eyes.
"It's fine. Those are really dangerous." He said.
"What? The heels?" No one says shit about my heels. You giraffe.
"No. The people." He said and someone bumped into me again. I glared at the men who mumbled a hurried sorry.
"Tell me about it." I said and smiled at the hot guy. He smiled back. I take the giraffe comment back. His smile is the best. So cute. So warm. Nice teeths.

"Are you waiting for someone?" He asked.
Shit! Way to make a fool out of myself. Staring and smiling at a stranger. God, this is new.
"Are you?" I diverted the question back at him.
"No, I was heading to help a friend who kept calling me every sec. I stopped to put the phone on silent and..."
"I plowed you." I chuckled.
"Yeah. Kinda."
"I was also talking to my friend. Aren't they a pain in the ass?"
"They really are."
Oookayyy. This is heading to a weird territory. Ask me out on a date you stupid gorgeous man child!!! My insides screamed.
"I gotta go." My outside said. I have some pride. More like ego. More like, I'm a chicken.
"Yeah, me too." He said as if he just realised that he had to be somewhere.
I smiled and made my way past him.
Bye bye handsome man. Please find me and give me beautiful babies.
God, listen to me. I'm pathetic.
I want to give him one last parting glance, but that would be weird. So I just kept walking. The place I have to be is not that far from the station. So I am gonna walk . As soon as I reached the entrance of the mall, I fished out my phone to see if I'm on the right address.
"I would've asked you if you're following me if you hadn't been walking ahead of me."

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