Shivaay's POV
It's been an hour since I dropped Annika and her family at the airport. Although, she didn't forgive me but we had a very meaningful conversation last night and her one sentence didn't let me sleep the whole night.
Sorry is not an Emotion. It's a formality people perform either to reduce their guilt, or to show off - in any way-. If a person is truly sorry, then that person should feel it.
I don't know why a lot of questions are going on in my mind. Am I really feeling sorry for what happened yesterday? I admit that I was enjoying her face filled with embarrassment but at the start only. I need to gain her forgiveness at any cost.
After Annika and I talked, I went to dad to negotiate and somehow break this marriage because we are two different people who might be able to spend their lives with each other but won't be able to live them.
Dad told me that this marriage is important because it will join both the families and the project both the families are working on, will have a name with the wedding. And the project is very important. It didn't convince me, I don't know why dad's voice didn't have honesty in it but I guess this marriage will be done, by hook or by crook.
Annika's POV
I drop everything in my hand on the floor as I enter my house in Delhi and run towards the direction of my room. I missed my room so much. I enter and grab the teddy bear of my height from the floor. I play a music on my most favorite musical instrument, the Gramofone and start dancing with the teddy. As I lye on the bed, exhausted, the last night conversation plays in my mind.
Last night, I was in the garden at Oberoi Mansion, sitting on a swing when Shivaay approached and sat beside me. He didn't say a word, neither did I make any effort to start a conversation. Time passed and no word was shared between us. I kept staring at the sky while he was I guess looking at his shoes.
Light rain started poring down which I was enjoying but as it turned heavy, I got up to go inside but he held my hand and made me sit back.
"I am very sorry and guilty. I swear it was unintentional." He told and for a moment, I felt like believing him but then, a voice from inside of me reminded me of him sitting in that club with his mouth glued when his friends were insulting me and the anger, which I was avoiding, suddenly rose to the next level. He again held my hand as I got up to go.
"I am seriously trying to talk here. I know that things are messed up and I was the one to it but I am saying again that I had no idea about Shyla's plan." He took a pause and looked at me, waiting for me to speak but when I didn't say a word, he continued pushing back his wet hair from his forehead.
"We are not kids Annika, we are adults now and all those pranks on me so that I call an end to this marriage was very stupid of you and I, taking you out with my friends was very ridiculous of me. I shouldn't have done that." He said and I agreed. We're adults and all this's absurd.
"I might have a conversation with you right now but what happened tonight, I will never be able to forget it. Intentionally or unintentionally, you humiliated me." I said and he nodded looking down. The rain has almost stopped.
"Things are messed up Shivaay. You and I are being tied in a marriage where we won't be happy, ever. Actually, we are already married. These last 10 years, we were enjoying our lives, we were happy, our lives were full of liveliness, mine was at least."
"You know, I have a dream and it's only half fulfilled. I want to open a fashion house and want to be one of the top most designers in the whole world. And you know how it feels when dreams are crushed? It suffocates." I tell, my voice not supporting me and my eyes getting teary.
"You can still fulfill your dream. No one will stop you. I really appreciate independent women." He assured and I smiled.
I pulled out the cigar box from the back pocket of my pants and pulled out a cigar. Thank god, they didn't get wet. I searched for the lighter but it's not there. "Do you have a lighter?" I asked and he handed me his lighter. "Do you also smoke?" I asked and he shook his head. "Then why do you have this?" I asked. "For emergency." He replied and I roll my eyes.
I lightened up the cigar and sucked and the blew out. "Why do you smoke?" He asked.
"I know it's very injurious but it's addiction. I have been smoking from last 10 years. You know, I got to know a week before coming to India that I have asthma, mild persistent asthma, second stage and the doctor told me that if I don't stop smoking and drinking, then it can worsen. Actually it's nice, the more severe my asthma will get, there'll be more chances of me, getting an asthma attack that will obviously result in my death. I'll be peaceful in heaven and you'll be on Earth."
I inhaled again and he threw the cigar away making me smile coughing. "You're a gone case." He told and I nod. "Btw, I haven't told anyone about it, not even Mallika so I expect from you that you also won't tell anyone."
"I won't, just try not to drink or smoke because if death was the solution to every problem, then committing suicide wouldn't have been illegal." He told and I hand him over the cigar box. He is a good negotiator.
"Can you not do anything to stop this marriage because we both don't want it." I ask opening the ponytail.
"I'll talk to dad but if nothing will happen, I will try to give this marriage a chance. Would you help?" He ask and I don't know what to answer.
"I don't know. I am not sure."
"Do tell me when you make up your mind. Good night." He got up to go but I stop him.
"Sorry is not an Emotion. It's a formality people perform either to reduce their guilt, or to show off - in any way-. If a person is truly sorry, then that person should feel it. Well, good night." I got up and went inside.
I close my eyes and sleep deciding to think about what he said afterwards. Right now, I am very happy being at my house.
Precap-
"What a surprise! How are you here?"
"Didn't you like the surprise?"
"No, no, I loved it, I am just surprised."
"You were badly missed."
"I missed you too, badly."
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