[Nishita]
As I reached home, I found out that it was 22: 30 pm. I didn’t even realized how I spent three hours with Darshan.
“Where were you? With whom were you that it took you so late?”, Mom asked me. “I was with Darshan”, I said. My parents’ eyes widened as they heard his name. “I don’t believe you”, Papa said. “Ask him, if you want to”, saying this I went to my room and changed into comfortable clothes.
All of sudden, it hit me hard that I was hungry. It was 23: 13, the . Which meant dinner was being served. I went to the dinning table, pulled a chair, served myself my food and ate quietly. In between, my parents and Nitya Bhabhi talked about many things.
I only gave answers in either yes or no, to the questions that were asked to me. After dinner, when everyone went to their rooms, I made myself a warm cup of coffee. I went to my room with my mug, sandwiched in my palms.
I sipped my coffee and read a patient’s file. My phone beeped at 00: 34. And the screen flashed, ‘Darshan has sent you a message’. I tapped on the notification. He had sent me a picture. He saved my phone number as, ‘Virgin Brownie’, as he said.
‘I shouldn’t have told you about me being a virgin’, I typed and sent. ‘You didn’t. It’s called slip of tongue’, he replied. ‘Gotta sleep, please just let me. Bye’, was my reply. ‘’Night. I hope, you don’t end up dreaming about me takin’ your v-card’, he instantly replied. ‘FOR THE LAST TIME, DARSHAN!’, I typed in capital letters.
‘Kay, sorry. Bye, goodnight!’, he replied. I decided not to text him back sleep.
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Arranged Marriage ✓
FanfictionWhat happens when Nishita Mehta, one of the youngest Indian Surgeons gets unwillingly married to Darshan Raval, the youth icon of India? Does she try to live happily and start up a family with him and his family? Or, does she leave everything and ev...