It's been more than thirty minutes already and that wooden door was still locked tight.
What was happening there? What could they be discussing that have stretched this long?
I was so anxious. I couldn't stay at a place. Couldn't think without thoughts overlapping and crashing at what was discussed behind that door. I paced with such frenzy and yet, I wasn't at ease.
It felt like whatever was being discussed held a hand in my fate. What had begun as a joke, now held serious implications to my very existence.
But really the worst that could happen would be marriage. And for someone who had once believed that marrying Charlie was better than these caprices that adorned my life, I wasn't really ready.
Yes, there's a possibility of finding happiness in such a union, but why was I in high dread of it?
This time it feels like it wasn't just about my resolve against love and marriage, I wanted more… I need more, more than such an ordinary life.
