Mystique || Rikara OS Book

• The Unexpected Proposal •

When the hell is he going to ask me to marry him? The question was found in Gauri's mind almost any time of the day. She was patiently waiting for her boyfriend of six months, best friend since more than a decade to pop the damn question - Will you marry me?

It had been a little over six months to the day when he had confessed that he liked her and that he couldn't see her marry another man. The memory was deeply etched in her mind.

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Gauri was twenty four and her family, including her parents, relatives and even neighbors had started asking out her plans for marriage and bringing in prospective proposals. She had finally decided to meet one guy from the many pictures her mother had shown her. She stood before her wardrobe wondering which dress to wear. Her mother had asked her to shortlist two or three then she would make the call. The brief vibrations of her phone didn't waver her attention.

Half an hour later she had finally shortlisted the best from her wardrobe and had also found some really pretty cool dresses she never got to wear. Still not sleepy she decided to try out a few dresses. She stepped out of the washroom dressed in the deep navy blue off shoulder tube dress. She walked over to the mirror and frowned. She had to get rid of the bra. She decided there was no harm in trying. Anyway her parents had probably slept and her brother wouldn't leave the football match for anything. Besides her room's door was locked. She scuttled away into the washroom.

She stepped out feeling a little awkward. Biting on her lower lip she looked at herself in the mirror. She had never felt so sexy as she felt in that moment. She quickly opened her hair and combed it. It had been a while since she did this stupidity of dressing up and taking pictures and saving it in a password protected folder. She quickly applied a little lipstick and twirled.

"I didn't know you were the bimbo kind too." The voice made her jump up and turn.

"Fuck!" She cursed. "What on earth are you doing here in my room?" She asked her best friend Om.

"Looking at you..." he answered looking at her from head to toe.

Gauri suddenly felt too exposed under his gaze. "Stop staring like that." She mumbled. "And answer my question, why are you here?"

"To see you. You didn't reply to my messages." He shrugged his shoulders, his gaze once again swiftly swiping up and down her frame.

"Om, stop looking at me like that!" She rebuked.

"What! It's not my fault. I have barely seen you look like that." He muttered pointing at her.

Gauri realized that it was indeed the most revealing dress she had very put on. She walked up to him and covered his eyes using her palm.

"What the hell?" He exclaimed not anticipating that. His hand held her right wrist trying to pull her hand down.

"Now tell me, what so important that you had to break into my room?"

"I didn't break into your room. I just walked in through the open balcony door." He answered.

"Uh, Om!" Gauri mumbled. "Answer the Why part. "

Om pulled her wrist down and looked at her. "You said you're going to see the guy tomorrow."

"Yes, tomorrow." Gauri confirmed.

"I don't want you to see him." He spoke honestly.

Confusion made it to Gauri's face and it was slowly replaced by nervousness, "Did you find out something that bad about him?"