MaNan- Married to you

2. The deal

"Yea I don't want to marry you. So if you could just go and reject me-"

"What if I don't?" He said in a firm tone, his eyes stick to his phone. Is he an i***t? I don't want to marry him.

But what if he wants to marry me? This question stroke my mind.

"Oh come on I don't want to marry you."

"But I want to."

What did he just say? He f*****g wants to marry me.

I looked at myself from top to bottom and from my current dress up I could clearly say my dressing sense looked way too simple and naive. I was sure it wasn't because of my looks.

"Why would you want to marry me? I don't think I fit your taste?" I said, crossing my arms around my chest.

"You absolutely fit my taste and this dress doesn't look that bad on you." He looked at me.

What! Did he just compliment me?

He then turned the screen of his phone towards me. He swiped the screen and "I was shocked" would be an understatement. He had so many of my photos. Like What?

"Hey are you a stalker?" I snapped when he showed me some of my i********: photos.

"I haven't gone insane to stalk you." He stuffed his phone in his pocket. "My mum did all these research on you and thanks to all of your these photos my fifteen minutes were wasted ." He complained.

Annoying jerk. He is worrying about his already spent fifteen minutes.

"Like seriously! You are worrying about-" Once again he cut me in between.

"I don't have time to argue with you." As if I am interested. I rolled my eyes and he continued,"So here's the thing I don't want to marry you nor anybody else. I have rejected so many girls till date with god knows what rubbish reasons. And now if I reject you my granddad may force me to marry anyone of his choice which is the worst of all. So let's get married but only for namesake." He said.

"Namesake?"

"Yup namesake. We will marry each other and will be living under a same roof but we won't practically be husband and wife. Neither will I control you nor will you control me. Or let's just say we can be roommates."

It's not a bad idea though. After all for how long will I live my life like this. I can't persuade each and every guy that my family chooses for me to reject me.

But I have to face this annoying jerk for my whole lifetime.

"Oh come on my time is way too precious. You can't waste it like this." Manik said.

"If that's the case then why don't you simply go and reject me."

And this time he was left speechless. He sat on the bench and let me think.

It's not a bad idea. Dealing with him isn't that tough. I don't have time to waste for all this guy persuading and all. I am a cardiologist after all.

"I am ready." I finally made my decision.

"Deal?" He asked, raising his brow.

"Deal." I said, after thinking twice. After all it's my life and it's my choice how I want to live it.

"So let's go inside and tell them we are ready." I said and moved forward, adjusting my duppatta.

"Just a suggestion pin up your duppatta next time you wear something like this, it won't be that bothersome."

Like what? Had he been noticing me while I had been struggling with this duppatta?

"And yea next time please don't put salt in my tea. I hate the taste while my mom loves it. So she might have loved it." Manik said and walked past me.

Like who loves salty tea? I absolutely don't. Next time I guess I should try putting spice in the tea.

"Nandini let's go."

I nodded my head and followed him inside.

As soon as we entered the room he stood there acting shy, his eyes fixed to the ground. Wow like seriously!

Then he looked at his granddad and nodded his head with an innocent smile on his face. What an actor! His mom was the happiest. She immediately jumped on her feet and hugged him. Followed by that I was pulled into a hug by his mum.

Even my mum stepped forward with a huge sweet box in her hand. When did she manage all this sweets?

And was she so sure that this marriage was happening?

The next thing I remember is being stuffed an extra sugary sweet in my mouth by my mum.

"I am so happy for you." My mum pulled me in a bear hug. Then one after another everyone congratulated us. My grand mum was the happiest of all. I had never seen her this happy in her life.

Wow everyone is so excited. Then why can't I feel the excitement?

Two days passed by in a blink of time. I was busy the whole day in the hospital whereas in the evening my mum would forcefully take me to do shopping for the wedding which had eventually been fixed after a month. Sigh!

I threw the shopping bags on the sofa and without even changing, I threw myself on the bed. My day has been so tiresome.

I don't get time to attend my each and every patient and now here I have to make time for visiting each and every shop in the mall. Huff!

Right then my phone beeped, breaking my trance. Who is calling me in this hour? It was from an unknown number. I picked it up and the next second I regretted picking it up.

"How much time does it take to pick up the call?" A loud familiar voice hit my ears.

"Manik shall I cut the call." Yea it was Manik.

"You aren't hanging up."

"What if I do?" I smirked.

"Your wish. I would ring the doorbell then."

"No you aren't doing so." If he did my mum will barge into my room and force me to change into something traditional, which I hate.

"I won't if you come out."

WHAT!! Is he outside??

I got up from the bed and just glanced outside the window. Damn, this guy I tell you is totally mad. He was standing outside and waving to me. Oh god now what does he want. I signalled him to go but he shook his head in no.

"What are you doing there?" I almost shouted.

"Dancing wanna join me."

"Not funny Mr. Malhotra."

"I know right. Now come out soon-to-be-Mrs. Nandini Manik Malhotra and yea wear something good." Like what! What does he mean by wear something good?

"I am not coming. Please go Manik." I gritted my teeth.

"Come down otherwise I am ringing the doorbell." He smirked and I wanted to punch him that moment. He cut the call and leaned on his car. I glared at him from the window.

But he again indicated me to come down. I just glanced at the clock and it was 10:00 pm. Seriously this boy has gone insane. I am not going out. I sat on the bed, crossing my arms around chest.

Again my phone beep.

"Come down in one minute otherwise I am ringing the doorbell."

Urghh!!! This boy has gone mad. I had no other option but to go downstairs. I had been wearing a crop top and jeans. So I just made my way downstairs.

I surely am going to kill him if he doesn't have anything important to say.

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