Sahil's POV
We both came out of the room, Swati was standing there near my door. She looked very tensed.
" Hey, sweetie... Why are you tensed??" I asked her.
" Bhai... Please don't be angry with Samar Ji... " She said.
" Dad wants you to get married to this i***t, but I will not let him force you for this. Tell me if you don't want to marry him or if you like someone else. "
" Er... umm... No bhai... I am fine with that. " She said with her eyes downwards. She seemed more interested in the floor design. The tint of her face turned a delicate pink.
She looked so cute and beautiful.
" No need to give into, what dad wants, I don't think this stupid Samar is good enough to be your life partner. "
" No bhai... dad didn't force me... I am ok with it. I like him. " she said shyly.
