The Prince's Indentured Bride

The charmer

“You seem to be on a secret mission today.” Kriag commented, as he pulled out the fancy chair for me to sit, and his hands slightly grazed the lower of my back, already giving me the thrills of an exciting night.

In the past few years, I’ve been to numerous dates with men from my industry, sportspersons, sometimes superstars, and consequently even dated a few of them, but even with such a broad passage of experience in this area I couldn’t hide the excitement, nervousness and the intoxication of waiting to explore a new set of emotions.

“Something which I am not even aware of.” I smiled at his playfulness, while he settled onto his chair.

If someone sees us now, they will certainly think we are a couple on date, which was somewhere a bit true, but it is such a spell working surprise that both of us were dressed in matching white and black sets.

“You are here for a kill, right?”

I laughed at his absurdity. What am I? The CIA? NIS?

“Actually, this hotel owner had a fling with one of my friends’ wives. So, I thought of finishing the job. Cheaters don’t deserve a second-hand chance.” I went along with his killing theory, and this time he gave me a laugh of prosperous silliness.

“What?” I felt like a stupid to laugh along, not understanding why we were laughing.

“I was flirting. What I meant was you are looking hot and making it impossible for any man with an extension to not feel turned on.” I blinked, once, twice and then again. That was too straight forward, and how did I not understand that he was flirting in the first place.

“Damn. You look so pale.” I was taught that in such situation’s girls turn crimson red in shy acknowledgement, then what was wrong with my face turning white.

Maybe because I am too stressed about every little thing recently, well that I’ve always been from, maybe that is why I was left speechless without a comeback to his such a bold statement. Or maybe because he said it so funnily, what is with using the word extensions!

I laughed, and then realised I was laughing alone with myself and to Kriag I must be looking like a lunatic; not replying but being in myself and laughing like a thousand’s villains.

“What do you want to order?” He asked me, and pushed the menu card towards me. “I wasn’t joking about the cheating part.” I clarified.

“So, you know this hotel’s owner?” I nodded.

“And I am going to beat the s**t out of his life and then again give him a life to beat him out again!”

“I admire your determination to become the killer.” I laughed at his prankster attitude, it was always so easy to smile and laugh with him.

“Hot and sour chicken soup. Are you happy?”

“Okay. And okay that was so random.” He said looking into my eyes directly, which seemed to suddenly escalate my heart rate for no reasons, it’s not like he has stared me for the first time.

“I am really happy to spend this evening with you Vhrea.” I couldn’t agree more than that, but the fondness and gentility in his statement was too genuine for me to ignore, and this was rooting nerves into my stomach.

“Me too.” I paused when a smile threatened to c***k on his face, “Without the hashtag.”

Kriag finally spared me his delightful smile and called in for the waiter to take in the orders. He ordered a corn dish; he must be on a strict diet I assumed reading his choice. Let alone my dietician know about what type of junk I am filling my stomach with; oil, grease, love and luve.

But I wasn’t actually asking about only today. I was curious of how he is liking the profession of an actor, which was just an extra-curricular activity he had maintained when he was still an active boxer.

I simply wanted to know why did he end up being an all-time actor and model, and left boxing, as it was something he loved very much and took pride in.

“I was actually asking about, are you happy in the space of being an actor?”

He paused, and then smiled, and paused again. Too much thought process. His answer is something which will be sugar coated and covered with layers of reality.

“We get only one life. And it’s not too late to try different things which you can enjoy.”

I nodded in agreement, “Yet, I wish the real you, in you, answer it rather than a philosopher.”

A single strand of hair fell on his left brow as he shook his head while smiling, he was looking so handsome and I bet even he was nervous and has worked hard in presenting himself today; a bow tie is not something everyone can pull off, while keeping the look elegant yet sexily arousing.

Classy lady killer preparation he was on. “You ask a lot of questions and you are staring at me.”

Yes, I am.

And I am even glad that I came here tonight. I do deserve a trial to find happiness and peace. I may have been the best daughter to my father, and as much as he wanted me to give him a peaceful closure, he would’ve even wanted me to live a part of myself.

I am not only a daughter. That identity is a part of me. So is myself. My name, my choices and my life.