For Samayra, being a successful veterinary doctor was enough. For her parents, It wasn't.
They say, For those, who fail to find love, there's always arranged marriage.
Yeah, it's the truth but.. How do you fall in love when it's a compulsion and no...
I sat with my parents on the dining table, trying to focus on my food. "So.. " Dad cleared his throat. "So? " I say taking another bite in hesitation. Please god, don't let him know I went to the police station after I told him I was going shopping.. Pleaseee.. Pretty please..Please.. Please..
"You're meeting him at The Pristine tomorrow.. 5:30pm." He says as I heave a sigh of relief. Okay, Threat extinguished.. "Meeting who ?" I say a little confused. "The SP guy.. Ambar was his name.. Ambar Singh." He says and I feel the name ring a bell.. Where have I heard this name before ? Somewhere my unconscious mind begins to tick and feel a little excited to meet this 'Ambar'
" I have his number, I'll send you his whatsapp profile picture. Don't be late, Dr.Gill" He says, his smile beeming with pride, his voice stern. He calls me that often, everytime with a glint in his eyes.
"Sure, Dad.." I smile back as Mom then starts talking about some cousin younger to me getting married soon. I leave the dining table retiring to my room. Usually Saturday nights mean Netflix binge, but I had to visit Saby tomorrow evening, now I'll go see her after breakfast before meeting the cop guy in the evening. #sundayruined
I pick up my phone lying on my back on the bed and scroll through my WhatsApp when a text from dad pops up.
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I casually open it and my eyes pop out of my sockets.
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A pair of beautiful brown eyes, and brown-black hair stare back at me.
Are you fûckin kidding me ? This guy.. Out of 1.2 billion people in India, and 0.6 billion male population.. This guy who had the audacity to smile at me, after I lectured him on civilian rights ?
I close my eyes and remember his scrutinizing gaze and his bossy demeanor. If his facial features weren't sharp enough, that well fitting uniform made me want to hide in a burrow away from the daunting effect this guy had on me. I haven't ever felt so.. Out of place ? So.. Intimidated.. By bloody anyone.. I am Samayra.. The intimidating Dr. Samayra Gill, no one intimidates me. Period.
And this guy barely said two words.. What had he said.. I wreck my brain and focus on our encounter, a few hours ago. Just an "Okay" and then something about a 'final statement'. Yes, I didn't hear what he said. You know why ? Becoz I was so fûckin busy staring at those hair my fingers itched to run through, those lips curved in a smirk and those eyes.. Those damn eyes with an evil glint to them.
I somehow stood my ground and warned him of legal action, if Vicky was hurt.
Vicky wasn't hurt, and that intimidating sèxy asshat of an S.P should thank his stars for it.
