Kidnapped into Marriage: Priya and Dave

Chapter 9

It's one of my kidnappers. I should stop calling them that. They're body guards for Popatji. This guy pops in, "Sir, your father is on the line." I saw a slow smile grow on the guard's face. I had begun to push back but Dave pulled me closer by the waist under the blanket that covered us. Dave got up to go answer the call. I squeezed his hand before lying back. Sleep and tiredness of the last few days finally hit me. My eyes grew heavy and my thoughts drifted away. I was ready to sleep. I heard Dave come back in. He kissed my forehead. I had a peaceful sleep after that. 

I have had a bad habit since childhood. With my parents always busy, my father at work at the company and my mother always taking care of the household and arranging parties, I didn't spend as much time with them. We may be in the same house but never see each other. I grew up sleeping by myself. I never had a mama or papa to hug at night. I always slept hugging a teddy bear. As I grew older, that teddy bear was replaced by a pillow. I would always wake up hugging a pillow. 

This morning, I woke up as my pillow began to move. I held it closer. It was warm and kissed my cheek bone. My pillow kissed me? I rubbed my eyes to find myself staring into Dave's smiling face. I had one leg over his and both of my arms were wrapped around his middle. My chest laid on top of his – how embarrassing! I quickly move back but he pulls me closer. "Morning beautiful. I didn't know about this habit of yours." He laughed. I finally got of bed. I look down at my clothes. I wore a button down of his with a pair of shorts. 

The dress I wore two days ago had been washed and was laid out on the sofa. I put that on after washing up and eating some breakfast of toast with a spread. The cottage was beautiful. Dave gave me a tour of it after breakfast. We're heading back to his house after lunch. Over lunch, I told him that we need a proper wedding done. I wanted to celebrate with my friends and people I consider real family. 

I stood in front of the mirror changing thinking about who my real family was. Now, when I look at myself, I see both mom and dad. I don't want to see it. It reminds me too much of them. Dave agreed wholeheartedly for having a celebration. The mangalsutra I wore on my neck reminded me about everything that happened yesterday. It happened too fast. The speed of it all makes my head spin.