The Prince's Indentured Bride

a date?

“So, So You are going on a date with… with Kriag Mendel! Unbelievable!” Husna shouted, basically screamed her lungs out as soon as I entered inside the car. I nodded because I didn’t know if she was happy about it or not. Her tone was more diplomatic than mine earlier.

You can leave. I am with Husna.

I message it to mechanical Blyton and turned to look into the mirror. “You are red. And happy for you!”

That surely didn’t make any sense now. “OMG! Finally, that man is getting a chance from you! Like he had loved you since college. OMG!”

These were some precious reactions which were boosting up the courage in me, telling me that it was not so worse of a decision to try giving him a chance. “You are blushing! What are you thinking about?”

“Don’t get your hopes up. It’s not like I am getting into a relationship.” I quietly explained, maybe it was the defensive side of me which just wanted to give an excuse.

“No worries. You trying is the best effort. And, did you both kiss already? Is he hot in bed?”

My cheeks burnt with desirable heat as the image of him posing semi shirtless for the art students at Grams studio popped into my imagination, only with a twist of everybody in the scene disappearing in a clear air and only him and I are left alone, with me sitting on his laps, on the stool, as he bent over –

“Oh God! I am not a p*****t!” I screamed pulling me out of my wild imagination. Why was I feeling so horny all of sudden?

“You definitely are! You look like a hot chilli. What were you thinking about? s*x?”

“No. No–” As Husna laughed I realised she was only teasing me, and at this moment I so wished she too should have someone to go on dates with, and I could tease her endlessly.

Oh wait! She has. Wasn’t she going out with someone named Somarai, a reporter of rival company of hers?

“How is it going with Samorai?”

She paused within her laugh, bingo, then resumed it more hysterically than I expected her to. “His name was Sam ‘O Ray.”

Really? But I clearly remember Acute spelling it Samorai to me.

Was. A past tense. Is it already over? Wasn’t it just a two months back fling types?

Opening her store box, I searched for the USB to charge my phone, only to find the box filled with condoms and a set of handkerchiefs with JA as initials with a crown.

“Husna, I think your car should be rated 18+ riders only.” I said after closing the box and seeing a cable already attached to the power set.

“Are you thinking for lust or love?” She asked me, while taking another smooth turn to the road down to the Kittens store. Pantaloons is what she would say for dates, but I wasn’t sure where she was headed to with me in question.

“Something of mixed neutral Luve, maybe.”

“Okay. Provocative it is then!” That was the last words exchanged between us before she started drowning me into clothes of laces and transparent nets that sometimes hardly my boobs were being covered.

I have a date to attend, not a lap dance competition!

“Try this.” She forced me inside a trial room while handing me a pair of black two-piece set, and still had three other frock styled dresses in her hand.

This was starting to get scary now. Oh Jesus! Send me my guardian angel, now!

I like Peaches. Kriag’s statement from our drinking session played in my head. For a drunk conversation I seemed to still have a good memory of such liners.

“Huss, do you have a peach flavoured lip gloss?” I shouted from inside the tiny four mirrored room, struggling to get inside one of the sides of the pair of weird sticking to the skin pants she gave me to try on.

“No. You want one?” I could already imagine her being inside another collection of clothes, all for one dinner event of mine, and these mirrors were giving me a headache.

“No. Anything in peach shade at least?” I asked, as I came out of the trial room dressed in a tight black tube till the belly button paired with a jean blue wide pants. “You look chic. Next one. And I’ve asked Rashmi to arrange a peach set of lipsticks for you.”

“Why her!” My reaction came of a shock to myself too, but seeing the awkward situation I’ve created for myself with Rashmi I didn’t think she was the right person I wanted to take lipsticks from. “You are acting weird. I will take them as lovesick jitters.”

“I am not lovesick.” I murmured to myself and found the entire situation extremely ridiculous. My mood swings are worst and having one right now was not helping my situation.

Do I deserve to relax and try to find love at this point of my life where I’ve lost my life’s mentor, love, saviour, my father?

Why do I suddenly feel like I should be taking actions and spending time in the direction to find that one killer? But I’ve been trying!

Try harder. That’s what father would’ve said if something didn’t work out. Try till your knees fall apart and blood doesn’t stop. Only death can stop you from not trying to find out something, other all reasons are just frivolous enough to keep everything at stake on the name of excuse.

I don’t have the time to go on dates and relax. My father deserves a closure. And I will do anything to get it.