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The drive to the party venue was silent. Both of them were struggling with their own feelings and thoughts to even start a conversation.
Naira(nervously): Wahan.. kitne log honge Kartik??
He didn't respond to her..
Naira: Wahan aap sab business ki baatein karenge... Mujhe toh kuch idea nahi hai... !!
He still concentrated on driving not even looking at her for once.
Naira: Wahan agar un logo ne kuch poocha jese media aur reporters ne press conference ke din poocha tha toh.....(fiddles with the edge of her pallu)
This time Kartik shot a glance at her, to realise how nervous, scared and anxious she was looking. They reached the venue in some minutes and Kartik parked the car in the parking lot. Finally Kartik gave a quick glance to her and sighed, yes she is right, he needed to at least comfort her but his mind was saying something else, he needed to prepare her this time because he didn't want her to get hurt and humiliated again. Not caring about anything and clearing his throat he said with a straight face....
Kartik: Don't worry wahan media jaisa koi sawal nahi poochega.. And if someone asks what's your plan.. Toh bol dena.. You are an aspiring jewellery designer and you will soon join the Goenkas'
Naira: Aur agar someone asks what I do.....I mean did!(her breath was trembling)
Kartik sighs and looks at her with a soft expression.
Kartik: Naira....to be very honest tumhe itna insecure feel hone ki koi zarurat nhi hai...why are you degrading and judging yourself?! Tum jo bhi karti thi pehle....you used to do it proudly and confidently, right? So just bring back that confidence....in sabki nazron se khudko mat judge karo tum!
Naira was looking at him with a blank expression on her face as she realised whatever he had said was absolutely true. She doesn't have to be insecure about herself....she doesn't have to make herself feel inferior and left out due to some impartial judgements and big mouths.
Since Naira kept staring at him without saying anything, Kartik sighed and turned his face away starting to unbuckle himself.
Kartik(unbuckling himself): Vese to sabne dekh hi liya hoga woh press conference! To shayad question nahi karenge... but still if someone asks toh keh dena, You were a receptionist but not anymore!
Naira (looked at him curiously waiting for more words from his side): Aur kuch??
Kartik(turning towards her): Aur mere saath hi rehna.. Zaayeda baat nahi kerna... baki mein dekh lunga!
She smiled a little at him while Kartik took the key out from the ignition. She thought, though indirectly but somewhere he had made her feel comfortable and assured that he was there for her. Kartik got out of the car and slamming the door behind, he walked to Naira's side and opened the door for her extending his hand. Naira looked at him confused, just then she noticed some media people hiding secretly and clicking their pictures. She sighed knowing the reason behind his behaviour and held his hand coming out of the car. Kartik left her hand and closed the car door locking it with the remote and Naira was about to move ahead alone when he called her from behind.
Kartik: Naira..!!
Naira(turning back): Ji??
He walked to her and slid his arm around her waist pulling her close to himself while Naira looked at him blankly.
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General Fiction•Dialogues in Hinglish ~Based on Arranged Marriage Naira's a shy, simple and innocent girl. Her whole world revolves around her small, happy family in Mussoorie. She's really hardworking and works as a receptionist to financially support her family...