Fated Forever

Chapter 18

Sakshi

I really wish Armaan hadn't left me like that without a word or a proper goodbye, which I know I didn't deserve given my attitude towards him, but that s***h left a gash of insecurity in my heart that can never be healed. And I doubt he won't leave me again even if I agree to marry him.

And who knows how many girlfriends he has there? Surely he didn't live his life like the saint that he portrayed in front of the whole world. He just hides it better. The thought of him having any affair fills me with bitter emotions and makes me question my life choices. I really wish I had a real ex-boyfriend to make him feel the feelings I am feeling right now, but my thrust to become someone left me with fewer options in that department, which I was always grateful for till today.

This guy has me questioning my decisions in less than a week of meeting him. God knows what he will do when I'll spend mine forever with him. Did I really think about forever with him?

With whom you will think forever. From childhood, you have been obsessed with him.

Ugh! shut up! Brain.

As I was busy coming to terms with the current situation, Armaan stealthily held my hand which was resting on my lap. Making my breath hitch, then stop altogether. A shiver ran all over my body at that small touch and suddenly the air was filled with electric sparks all around us. He entwined his fingers with mine and held my hand with dominance and authority like he has every right to.

When I lifted my eyes from our entwined hands to look at his face, he was already looking at me more like staring with an intense look. Which I had never seen before, making his already charming face more handsome and hot. And, of course, there was a challenge in his eyes, asking me to defy him and then see what happened, which is something I don't wish to find out right about now. So let him hold my hand. Because first, I don't have the energy after feeling all those amazing feelings, and second, I don't want to create a scene here.

From my peripheral vision, I saw him leaning towards me, so I steeled myself for whatever came next, but all that preparation was just that preparation because nothing could prepare me for what came next. His hot breath fanned my ear, making me feel things that I didn't think I was able to feel, and whispered, ''You are looking beautiful''.

''Are Priya bring the sweets for everyone to celebrate our happy occasion and the strong bond of our families'' Armaan's mother said, breaking my eye contact with him. I looked at our dad's who were busy discussing the venue for engagement and then at our mom's who were busy ordering the maids for the sweets. And then our siblings, who were busily discussing their outfits when did these two get so close?

As sweets came, a hum of congratulations started and everyone started feeding each other and congratulating. When Armaan's mom came to feed us sweets and congratulate us, she sat beside me, and hugged me, and said that she always wanted a daughter, and now her wish is fulfilled, which would have made me seriously happy if I wasn't lost in my inner turmoil.

Then she gifted me her ring, which originally belonged to Armaan's great grandmother, Mrs. Rama Singh Rathore and it was their family's tradition to pass on the ring to their future daughter-in-law. It is a good sign and brings happiness and love to the newly wedded couple's life. Which, again, was really thoughtful of them. So I gave her my best smile to show my appreciation and gratitude.

After dinner, I politely excused myself from there, telling them that I was dead tired because of all the outings that I had done. After entering my room, I finally released a sigh of relief. Today was hectic and chaotic. God, I can't believe I am going to be engaged by the end of next weekend. I really wish to find dirt on him, but I can't just the thought of it make my stomach turn. Taking my camisole and shorts, I moved towards the bathroom.

A hot shower is all one needs to get the wash away on a terrible day. That was a lovely shower away from the mess that is my life. I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I wonder if they left or are they having a tea party. Whatever, I should go to sleep and not think about anybody or anything.

My fingers absent-mindedly went to the ring his mother had gifted me and I looked at my right hand's ring finger where she slid it. It is an old gold ring with a simple round Jerkin stone. Its simplicity is its beauty. And the meaning it held is really pure and mesmerizing.

I looked at my right-hand ring finger. This finger will not be bare from next weekend. At this thought, a feeling of deep longing hit me like a brick. A realization dawned on me then, how much I long for a partner, how much I wanted to get married and how much I despise being alone. But I can't act on this because whenever I act on my feelings, betrayal is what I have got.