The man of my dreams

Chapter 13

He looks at me, looking thoroughly impressed... Then, he bends over to the younger man and says something in his ear, making him smirk... Then he says that he needs to talk privately to me. I want to deny but one look from dadda is enough to make my thoughts die in my brain. Hey Bappa! Save me...

But I can't go with him. I say, "No, I really can't go with him dadda, please."

"But why?" Dadda asks, confused.

"Because I... I don't want to marry him?"

"Why?" Dadda asks in irritation of my tantrums...

"Because he is not good looking?" I say, unsure of what I am saying...

"Did you even look at me Jaan (an endearment, meaning life)?" the elder man speaks.

I shake my head but keep it lowered.

"Then what is stopping you?" he asks, genuinely confused...

I look at him and my eyes go wide. He is that same man in the mall... He is Aarush's rebirth, he is the man of my dreams... My jaw hits the ground and he smirks at me. I realise that he thinks I am a pervert, staring at me and tear my eyes away from his handsome face...

Dadda clears his throat and tells us to talk privately. The man walks forward and I sigh, walking behind him. The moment we reach the other room, he slams me to a wall and locks the door. I gasp and look at him with my eyes wide...

He chuckles at my reaction and comes closer to me and whispers in my ear, "So, I am not good looking?"

I close my eyes and shiver. What are you doing Kshitija? You have practiced so many times on what to do in such situations... I look into his eyes without any fear. His eyes are hypnotizing..

I throw that thought away from my mind and say, "Please sir, maintain your distance. I am not your wife."

He comes closer to me and nibbles my earlobe. I bite my lower lip to prevent moans from slipping out and hear him say, "Yet."

"Why do you want to marry me," I ask, looking into his eyes, although I know the answer. He is the man of my dreams, my painful destiny...

"Because I love you," I look at him, confused by his answer.

"Why?"

"What did you mean by what you said outside?" he asks instead...

"Nothing. It's just that I want someone like dadda. You know, he massaged mumma's feet many times because she was tired. If I get a husband like that, I am ready to be his wife and can take care of him life long..."

He looks disturbed but then he smiles and says, "What are your expectations from your husband?"

"One who is loyal to me and takes care of me as if his life depends on me... I want to be his junoon (madness ), his ishq (love) and his Jaan (life)... Well, what are your expectations from your wife?"

"She should be you, my Jaan (an endearment, meaning life)," I look at him in a confused expression but then ignore it and say, "Oh! I forgot to mention the most important thing."

"What?"

"My husband should not touch alcohol, tobacco, drugs, cigarette or anything like that, just like dadda..."

He looks saddened by my answer. I continue, "You know, I don't want to marry you," I lie, knowing that I have already accepted him as he is...

"Why?"

"Because you deserve better than me. Maybe in the future, you will cheat on me. I don't want that."

"Why do you think that you don't deserve me?"

"You... You are handsome and I am not beautiful."

"Who says that you are not beautiful?"

"I know that."

"How?"

I move my hair from my back and show it to him. He inhales deeply and says, "You smell so good..."

I bite my lower lip. I never wanted this reaction... I look at him and he smiles gently at me and comes closer to me. I step back and soon, my back hits the wall again. He comes near me and says, "I can't live without you jaan... I love you so much..."

I look into his eyes and ask, "Why?"

"I don't know," saying this, he places his lips on mine and I panic and knee him at the place where it hurts the most...

He looks at me with rage in his eyes and I shiver... What have you done Kshitija?