From childhood, our family members, especially his parents, had been shipping us up as a couple. They often used to say that they will make me his bride. The same promise was done to Molly. "Sweet Home Alabama!" The whole childhood I had been thinking that this was all out of fun. I literally thought that they were just kidding. But I never imagined that this would come up becoming true with time. The situation became remarkably complex.
When he visited my country for the holidays, I instantly fell in love with him. You know, when you love someone you start to love everything about them; even their bad habits turn to look cute to you. I mean, you like because and you love despite. Then just after he walked into the apartment, he went to his room, got freshen up and ran to the bed to lie down. As I said earlier that his older brother came too. "Why is he so exhausted? Didn't he sleep on the plane? I mean so what did he do the whole night in the business class?" I inquired. His brother answered, "You know how he is! (I'm like, no I don't) He was partying before getting on the plane and on the plane he was watching movies continuously one after another." I was like, "Movie FREAK!"
I got to know him eventually. To do this, I had to walk on eggshells and keep my ears all open 24/7 to hear people talking about him. 'Cause before that, I barely knew how he even looked!