Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds ✔️

2. Tea

Kiara Malhotra

He's so Gorgeous.

He had dark blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked quite muscular and there is no doubt he works out. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans, white T-shirt with a black blazer on it. The simple clothes gave him a charming look. He had light stubble on his face which accentuated his sharp jawline.

"Good Evening." I addressed the woman, Mrs. Reynolds, with a namastey.

"Hello, Kiara. I'm Sheila Reynolds." She replied with a smile.

"I'm Savannah Merchant, her daughter." She said and I furrowed my eyes. Why did she introduce herself with a different surname?

"I'm married. Hence, the different surname." She quickly replied and I gave her a small smile.

"Kiara, beta, this is Daniel." Mom said and I once again turned towards the gorgeous man a.k.a., Daniel Reynolds.
(Child)

"Hi." I said as I met his eyes for a second before looking down.

He was looking at me with those electric blue eyes. He raked his eyes up and down me and was noticing every little detail of me. It was as if he was memorising me. His scrutinising gaze made me nervous and, if I'm being honest, a little self-conscious.

"Hello." He said in a husky voice and I looked up to see his lips curling into a bit smirk.

"What do you say, shall we let them talk, alone?" His mom offered and I mentally gritted my teeth.

"I don't mind." Of course, my mom said that.

"Kiara, please take him to the garden. I'll send some snacks for you." Mom said and I nodded my head.

"This way." I addressed Daniel for the first time and he nodded his head obediently.

He got up from his seat and now I realise, he's quite tall. Almost 6'1 and I myself was 5'4. I had to crane my neck a bit when talking to him but not to the point it hurts my neck.

I guided him towards the garden and we took our seat on the bench by the small table. I looked at my hands which I had neatly kept on my lap. I was mentally tracing the patterns on my duppata. Daniel kept looking at the garden and none of us said a word. It was a bit awkward at first until Daniel decided to break the ice.

"I've heard you own a bakery." He said and I looked up at his face.

"Yes. It's situated downtown." I said with a smile and he gave me a half one with a nod of his head.

"I'm a business man. I run my dad's company since his demise." He said and I quickly muttered a 'sorry'.

"If you don't mind me asking, why do you want to marry a foreigner?" He asked and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I mean, you're so beautiful. Any guy would be glad to have you as his wife. Why're you still single?" He casually asked.

"Thank you for that. The reason why I'm single is simple. I've never had a serious boyfriend and the suitors who showed interest in marrying me were... how do I put it?... They didn't meet my expectations." I said, trying to keep it short. He nodded his head, accepting my reason.

"So, why're you still single?" I fired his question back to him.

"I've never had a serious relationship since all of my focus has been my company and the two lovely ladies of mine, sitting in your living. One day my mom decided enough is enough and that she'll find a wife for me herself, so I said okay." He said.

"You don't mind having an Indian wife? I mean, I'm from a whole another culture and religion." I questioned.

"No. Although my father was a Spanish Christina by birth, he was an atheist and my mom always worships Indian Gods. It doesn't matter by which ceremony I get married. I just want my wife to be loyal, caring and loving. That's all I ask." He said and a genuine smile crossed my face.

"What if my after your money?" I questioned playfully.

"You're anything but greedy, coraźon." He said and I cocked up my brow.
(Heart)

"You think my mom would consider you as proposal without properly knowing your family." He said and I nodded my head laughing.

"Di." Sunita Di addressed me as I saw her placing the tray with our cups of tea on the table.

She handed a cup to Daniel and was about to give me mine when she tripped and I prepared myself for the steaming tea to fall on me but it never did. Daniel kept his hand above my knees and the tea ended up falling on his hand.

Sunita Di started chanting 'Sorry! Sorry!' and handed him a napkin while he tried blowing on his hand. All the while I kept starring at his face.

I was baffled by his simple action.

He'd burn himself to prevent me from getting hurt?

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