He was just looking at me like a lost puppy, obediently taking steps after me, just like my father. As we walked towards the garden, I couldn't help but wonder what my father was thinking.
My whole thoughts again make me stop the actions of this man. He smoothly changed his position and swiftly pulled out the chair for me. I hesitated for a moment. Was he trying to impress me, or was it just his natural personality? As I stand beside the seat,.
When I heard his authoritative voice, like he was giving me an order, he was cold and rough. "Sit".
I didn't sit. How can this man give me an order? "Arrogant, "I murmred. He is also standing beside his seat. Is he waiting for me to sit?
"Don't think much and sit, please, and this is not an order; it's my request," he said coldly but gently.
"What is your name?" I asked him while sitting comfortably in my chair.
He replied a little bit coldly, but trying to be more gentle, "My name is Abhimanyu Eshan Malhotra." He was still standing. Why? Why is he looking here and there but not at me?
"Why are you not sitting?" I questioned him with a blank face.
He suddenly looked at me and asked,Can I sit?" His dark orbs are just looking at me like he was waiting for years to come to see all the gentleness and softness I can see in his eyes. I nodded and gestured towards the empty space opposite mine.
We both went silent when he said, "Why are you not marrying someone you like? He said that he has wanted to ask this question for a long time, and he is a very straightforward man.
My throat went dry. I replied, "I don't want to marry now, not in the future."
He didn't say anything. and suddenly he said, "I am all yours. I waited years so you can marry whoever you love a better man than me, but now time is over, Mrs. Eshani Abhimayu Malthora to be, and now we are going to marry any qurries."
"What the hell? Are you talking? I will never marry. Let me be clear." I said harshly, "Who gives authority to take decisions for me?" .
He just chuckled. and said, "Give me a reason why you don't want to marry. and give me a good reason. or I will give you a reason why you don't want to marry. and if my reason is correct, you have to marry me." He stood up from the chair, came in front of me, and sat at his knee.
I looked at him, anger and frustration building up inside me. "You don't get to decide what's best for me or force me into something I don't want," I replied firmly. "Marriage is a personal choice, and I have my own reasons for not wanting to go down that path."
He silently toked my feet on his legs. His hands are cold and rough. I could feel his grip tightening as he stared at me intently. "One of my reasons for not wanting to marry is that I value my independence and freedom," I continued, trying to maintain my blank face and furiosity. "I have dreams and goals that I want to pursue on my own terms, without the constraints that marriage can sometimes bring."
He took the anklet from my legs and said, "Wrong answer, Eshana. You are not a bird or any other animal, so no man can put you in a cage. You live in an institution that loves to break every cage, every principle,and every rule,my lady."
I just laugh quietly. "Then give me the real reason why the hell I don't want to marry and put my anklet back on my leg." bossy, and quickly I utter.
He didn't say anything; he just spoke respectfully, or should I say mockingly? "Let's meet again."
When I just saw Papa, he declared, "Let's go inside; you will both eat breakfast inside."
We just nodded at Papa.
I couldn't understand why I don't want to marry, how he knows, or whether this was his tactic.
I thought to myself, frustration building within me. Why on earth did he take my anklet? It was my favorite piece of jewelry, a symbol of my freedom and individuality. Unwillingly, I realized that, if I wanted it back, I would have to meet him again. Why, God, did it have to be this way?
While setting the dining table, I saw a pair of eyes looking at me intently from across the room. It was him again. His gaze was filled with a mix of love and softness, leaving me even more curious. He was staring at me like he was making so many holes in my body. I also started staring at his eyes, which were something dark, beautiful, soft, and attractive.
When I heard my mother clearing her throat,its embers were hot in my face. I quickly looked away, pretending not to notice him. But deep down, I couldn't help but wonder if there was something more to his gaze, something that held a deeper meaning.
My mother asked me excitedly in front of everyone, "So,what do you think?"
I didn't utter anything; I was just looking at him when Uncle said, frankly and optimistically, "Let's give her her own time "
When I see my father, he normally says something, but today he hurriedly came when we were talking, and today I saw worry on his face too when I heard my father's voice, or more like, "Siraj, I want your son to live with us for a few months. I want to take so many tests if you don't have problems."
Uncle's response without taking a second was, "I would love it too. Every father should test his son-in-law before marrying his daughter, and I was also thinking,If you want him as Jamai Raja, I will say take him; he is so useless." I and Aunty just laughed. I can see Abhimanyu has no emotions on his face,but I saw my mother glaring at me.
Aunty declared with so much power, "I will send my son in the evening. Is that ok, bhaiya?"
Papa said calmly, "I didn't mean to just send him; I was just asking, but it's alright whenever you want." He didn't say further,but I don't even want his presence in my life. But no, my father wants him to be at home. Fuck on my life.
As we continued the dinner, it seemed like nothing happened, but deep inside me, there was a war between my brain and my body. Should I show the anger now or wait?
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