Fated Forever

Chapter 12

Sakshi

I know I was running away from the problem, but I didn't have the energy to deal with it first thing after that exhausting meeting, so did what I feel would be best right now. I drove to Aryan's apartment, hoping he would be at home. Parking my car in the basement, I pressed the elevator once. I debated with myself whether to call him or not. Just when I was about to call him, the elevator stopped with a ping indicating that I had reached my desired floor.

Breathing deeply, I moved towards Aryan's door, ringing the doorbell. I waited for him to open up. Just when I was about to ring again, Aryan opened up the door in his half-naked and messy hair, looking like he had just woken up from his sleep.

''Were you sleeping?'' I asked, frowning, who sleeps this late that too on Sunday. His eyes widened seeing me at his doorstep. That was expected as I rarely visited him. We usually meet outside, be it in a restaurant, cafe, or a movie. He schooled his expression and replied.

''Yeah, had a late-night meeting yesterday. Come on in.'' He moved aside, giving me space to move inside his apartment. It was a mess of pizza boxes, here clothes, there books somewhere.

''O God did a tornado hit your place yesterday'' I smirked at him

''Very funny. The housekeeper is due today. Take a seat, and make yourself comfortable. I will just freshen up and come.''

I switched on the television to keep myself busy while he freshened up. I was engaged in watching the song, so I didn't notice when he moved to the kitchen and started preparing coffee and pancake. My attention diverted towards him when he settled himself beside me on the sofa and placed a mug of coffee and a plate of pancakes in front of me. I was thankful for the food, as I didn't have breakfast in the morning due to the meeting and when I was about to head out to get lunch, those two morons interrupted me.

That reminds me of my state of crisis, which I forgot for a moment there. This is what Aryan's presence does to my state of mind. I am grateful for his and Nikita's presence in my life. Where Nikita is on the loud side. Aryan is a silent type, always understanding without words. I never had to explain my situation to him. He always knows when to speak and when to listen and when to pester. So when I know that I can explain my situation to anyone, I always go to him. He always consoles me and gives me useful pieces of advice.

But today I am nervous. I don't know where to start. I'm scared more than nervous. Aryan always knows what's best for me, but today I don't want to hear what's best for me, I want to hear what I think is best for me.

''Okay! What are you doing here'' Aryan asked me and there was no mischief in it like usual. I knew he would ask me this because I rarely visit his apartment. What do I do now? I can't tell him about the cafe fiasco.

''What do you mean? What am I doing here? Can't a friend meet her friend'' I asked nonchalantly, but inside it was hard for me to keep a poker face. I really am hesitant to talk about this.

''You know what I mean. And a friend can meet his friend outside, not at home. Now out with it.''

''Why not at home? I visit you all the time. It's normal'' I lied through my teeth.

''Oh yeah! But I can't remember. Can you help me jog my memory up when was the last time you came to my house?''

''Last las.....st last month'' I whispered sheepishly.

''Yeah and that wasn't last month. That was six months ago when you had a serious fight with your mom. So'' he waited for my answer.

''It's all the wedding stuff. You know how my parents are adamant about getting me married. In just ten days, I have met two grooms already. At this pace, I will be married by the end of this month.'' unable to keep it inside anymore, I blurt it all out what is the main reason for my stress. I can't tell him all about my meetings. He won't take that lightly and that will cause more drama. Aryan has been a little too overprotective of me from the start, even in college he used to fend off guys for me. I never thought anything about that at that time, but now I am a little tense about my future.

''I never understand why are you so afraid of marriage'' Aryan asked.

''I am not afraid of it. I just don't want to get married. I started my life recently. I want to explore more, experience life, enjoy it not burden myself with marriage. And you know, in society, when you get married you have to have kids, otherwise, people start talking. I don't want all of that. And the insecurities that come with it. I like my mental peace thank you very much.'' I explained a bit frustrated. No one understands my point, no one cares about my feelings.

''Is that all or are you trying to hide the truth by all these mundane lies? Because you are never one to care about society and people and what insecurities when did you ever in your life feel insecure? The answer to that is NEVER. So don't even try and feed me lies.'' Aryan said sternly.

''But that is what the truth is. I am not at all ready right now'' I whined.

''Okay, So what now?'' he asked genuinely frustrated right now. With the tone he is using, I am feeling like a spoiled brat right now who can't handle a little pressure. I don't want to be here right now. God, I am so emotional today. What is wrong with me? But I replied calmly. Not wanting to irritate him more than he already is.

''That's why I am here help me. What should I do now? My parents are not at all listening to me this time. And on top of that, dad got this Mr perfect for me who has no flaws. I can't even find dirt on him like the previous one. It's difficult to deny this proposal'' I explained to him.

''Okay, we can do one thing. Either we find his weak spot and blackmail him with it or we create some flaws for your parents to see.'' he suggested. But the thing is, Armaan is too clever for his own good and he will surely turn the tables around if I ever try to put dirt on his name that too fake.

''I don't think that will work,'' I said with a low voice. I was so happy in the morning about the deal I cracked, but all that happiness now turned to sadness and helplessness.

''Don't worry, we will think of something,'' he assured me. I gave him a small smile before resuming to eat my brunch.