Flowers; I love them, specially lilies. I have been receiving them on my birthdays, since I was 7 years old. I wanted to be just like their meaning; pure and to be loved, but not everyone got what they wanted, right?
And why the hell I'm thinking about lilies right fucking now?
I got it, it's because I'm staring at them; instead of having a conversation with him. It's been 20 minutes since we came here and settled down and all we did is to get our drinks; which we ordered. A mojito for me and an espresso for him.
I have to say that this cafe is really good, specially this rooftop sitting with flowers everywhere; they have my favourite ones also, lilies.
It's kind of a small bouquet stall in the corner of the roof and it's really attractive; I might want to take some pictures there with those flowers. Besides the stall there were some round tables with cute tiny chairs for kids.
Seeing that I got an idea, like a good one. So what would happen if-
A husky sound of throat cleaning catches my attention and break my chains of thoughts immediately and then my stupid mind finally realised that I'm not alone here, I have a really important mission to do.
Yes a mission; get my grandmother's ring back and sincerely apologies to him for my behaviour. So let's focus on the mission Siya.
Shaking my unwanted thoughts I finally turned my gaze to him and tried to initiate the conversation "um, so I was saying that-"
Why the fuck I stammering right now. And that? Aage kya Siya, puri speech bhul gyi?
"My ring" he completed but it only made my brows frown at his words.
His ring? Again he's at this nonsense. That's mine ring, to be precise it's my grandma's ring.
"My nahi" I snapped, pointing a finger at him and then curls it towards me "MY ring" I declared and leaned onto the chair while taking a sip of the mojito.
I really had to say this that only the interior of this cafe was good because this mojito can literally kill someone with this amount of rum, it made my whole throat burning up like a volcano.
I closed my eyes for a moment to let go the burning sensation of the rum "here" his voice came and I opened my eyes only to find him sliding a glass water.
Taking the glass I gulped it few times and then placed it back on the table. "About the ring" I started again, my fingers were now unknowingly tracing the edge of the glass as I tried to speak further.
"It was- it was my grandmother's ring and I want it back right now" I confessed in a single breath and looked down. A notification sound pops out on my phone but I decided to ignore it.
Suddenly I heard a low chuckle from him and I regain my composure to stare at him; is it a weird thing to wear your grandma's ring?
I guess it's not. It better be not!
My grandma gave it to me, when I first establish my name in business; I was in too much stress on those days as I have to handle everything on my own that's when I decided to pay a visit to my grandma.
She's doesn't live with us, she prefer village more than city.
She says our mind divert to much in crowded place, which lead us to take wrong decisions sometimes that's why she's enjoying her time in our village; freely and happily with her husband.
I still remember her words which she said to me while giving me that ring
"I may be not with you every time but it doesn't mean I don't pray for your wellness everyday and bhagwan jaane kab mein chali jau toh socha abhi hi de deti hu yeh or haan yad rkhna kissi acche ke hi pass jani chahiye yeh" there was a slight tease in her tone back then; I know its meaning now.
Wanna know? My name was craved on the backside of the ring with a '&' sign followed by, she kept the next side empty for some stupid reasons. Which aren't gonna happen.
But let's just move this anti-senti moment between me and grandma and focus on him, did he just laugh at my statement?
"Is it a joke?" I questioned, taking another sip of the mojito, only to take another sip of water immediately.
Fuck this mojito; from now it's my leastest likeable drink. I used to drink this a lot but from now it's forbidden to me.
In while all this process I saw his eyes diverting from my hands to my face and then he tsked in denial "it's cute" that's all he said before taking the ring off his finger.
But why he's still wearing it; it doesn't even fit on his finger.
Twirling the ring around his fingers, he stops for few moments then extends his free hand forward. "What?" I asked in confusion but gave my hand anyways.
He holds my hand, slowly twists it up as he gently slides the ring on my finger.
I can wear it on my own. I wanted to say this but refrain myself from saying this.
Pulling my hand from his grip, I gently trace the ring one time while glancing at it carefully. My grandma would have killed me if I had lost it.
After few moments I finally looked up to see him and slowly starts speak "thank you and about the last night, I know I have created a huge-" he didn't let me finish my words as he muttered the last word himself "Mess" and ended the line.
Mess, yes that's what it is.
A mess where I kissed someone, not once but twice.
A mess where I gave my grandma's ring to someone without even having a second thought.
A mess where I post a ridiculous post while announcing that I'm engaged.
Crazy isn't it?
"Your family, I hope they understands our situation" I queried as I suddenly remember that his family must have seen that post.
Unlike my family; who takes the whole conclusion to marriage. I hope his family understands but to my question he tsked and replied "They don't want to understand, the only thing they want now is a daughter-in-law" and I choked on air.
What a daughter-in-law?
"You didn't explain them what happened between us?" I asked swallowing hard as leaned onto the table to listen carefully.
But I shook my head immediately "No no no, listen to me first" I said wanted to clear this whole situation from my side first.
I'll explain everything to him; everything I could remember because what if he thought I have some sort of interest in him that's why I acted that way yesternight.
He nodded and then for the next 30 minutes he silently listened to me without even uttering a single word.
I explained him everything. First, How I ended up kissing him; I kissed him because I was drunk, I'm not going to tell him about what that blond bitch said to me and as if I remember that correctly.
Second, how I post that picture on social media; again I was drunk and shameless enough to ask a man to be my husband, I hesitate at first but eventually uttered everything I could remember.
At last I assured him that we can tell all of this to his family to make them understand and then we both will be free from this mess.
"I guess you forgot about the post and those reporters , who were present at there when you kissed me in front of everyone" a smirk glides over his lips as he remarked that.
I was about to say something but my phone rings, glancing at the caller id I groaned in frustration. It's non other than Ekansh Agnihotri, can't he just live his life and let me do the same?
Pressing the silent button, i slide the phone back to its place and turns my attention to Veer. "About the post, I'll delete it. Oh wait let me do it right now" I informed and take my phone to delete the post.
This time I'm really deleting it; every time I tried to delete it something happens and refrained it to happens.
I clicked on the app and again Ekansh's call interrupts me, I'm literally so done with him. Swiping the green dot, I place the phone close to my ear while excusing myself from the table, Veer gives me a nod and leaned on his chair.
I stoop up and went towards the small bouquet stall while crossing few tables filled with costumers. "You're faking it don't you?" his sudden question was filled with a harsh and a loud tone which made me flinch, I almost tripped over a child; who was sitting on those tiny chairs.
Moving from there I stood beside the stall, he repeats his question and this time his tone felt much more angrier.
I scoffed as I snapped "And why would I fake it" it's a lie but with him it's better this way.
A chuckle comes out from his mouth as replied "Because I know you never wanna get married" and I suppress my laugh at his words, as if he knows me.
"Seems like I have changed my mind and to let you know he's a good man" I didn't know why I said the last line but I just wanted to say this to him.
Maybe I just want him to stop all of this now; it's been years now and now it's been impossible for me to tolerate him and his behaviour.
He can't act like he knows me too well or he's my man or something. Sometimes I just wanna smack his head with something really hard so that his brain breaks in two.
There's a slight silence for few moments from his side, when he decided to speak again "where are you right now" he questioned and this time his tone relaxes a bit.
I looked back at the table where my oh-so-fake-boyfriend or you can call him my fiancΓ© was sitting, my eyes darted at his right hand as he lifts the cup and takes a sip of his espresso, it felt like it almost happened in a slow motion as my eyes unknowingly takes a glimpse of his lips and then moves further towards his eyes and made an eye contact with him.
Shit.
My eyes widens at his stare and I turned around quickly, only to get slapped by those flower petals. My inner thoughts overpowers me to ignore that slap and drifts back to him. He's been staring at me the whole time?
But then I heard a low frustrated groan and I quickly answered "what" that's all I can think at that time. I didn't even remember what he was asking to me.
"I said where are you right now" he repeats, my body betrays me as I again turned around, just enough to see his face. A sort of relief forms inside me and I decided to answer, maybe this much truth he can handle, right?
"Where can I be" I muttered, releasing a sigh dramatically "I'm with my boyfriend currently" I added and wait for his response.
"Listen, I'm telling you this last one last time either leave him or he'll regret it" he warned me in a low voice and I rolled my eyes at him, shaking my head I slowly turned again and this time he's talking to someone on his phone.
His back was now facing me, giving me a little glimpse of his jaw. Clearing my throat, which suddenly went dry I uttered "whatever" to Ekansh. My phone vibrates and I glanced down to take a look at it, a wide smile takes over my lips as I immediately replied to Ekansh
"If you have anything else to say, I'm not listening it. Now goodbye, hope you would never call me again as my bf is calling me now" I exclaimed, hiding my happiness as I cut the call immediately and take the waiting video call.
It's from Avni, my sister.
My smile widened as I saw her "you're getting married" that's what she said in an exciting tone, the smile on my face now turns into an annoying pout.
"You should say Hi or hello to me first, di. What is this you're getting married" I mimicked the last line as I replied to her. Her mouth parted and she bites her tongue, instantly starts saying sorry to me.
She should be sorry.
How could she ask me that instead of saying hello or a Hi to me. At first she rarely calls; she lives in New York from the past 4 years, she only comes to India if it's important otherwise she never comes. and now she's calling all she ask me about that marriage thing?
"Accha sorry na nahi karungi aage se aisa" she whined and throws her hands down on the pillow. I chuckled at her action and finally forgives her after 5 minutes of her sorry session.
Suddenly she holds her phone in her hands and brings her face closer to the screen, making me see her forehead "kya hua" I ask in confusion, ignoring her abnormal behaviour I started to pluck the rose petals.
"Piche" saying this she close's her eyes as if she was zooming from them. "Piche kya?" I ask playfully this time.
"Aree piche to dekhne de ghadi" she yelled and points her finger behind me. Instead of turning I click on the right side of the phone, where my face shows to make my side of view more bigger.
Looking closely at the screen, I looked at every person I can see in the screen until I spot Veer. Still sitting on the chair but now his face was turned a little more than before, his eyes were now in my view as I stare at them.
And then I released that I have been here a little longer than I should be because I'm still out with him and I just can't let him sit on the table alone, while I talk to some else on calls.
Shaking my head, I again drift my attention towards her "Hm kya hua bol na" I asked again in urgency and lifts the phone slightly up as I gave her room to see everything behind me "kuch nahi, I thought I saw someone familiar" she explains and I roll my eyes at her.
Disappointedly she nods and again starts to speak "So mumma said tu shaadi ke liye maan gyi" she asked and I closed my eyes tightly.
I shouldn't have attend her call at first place "ohh that's why you're at a flower shop right now, how romantic baccha" she said in a dramatic tone, even before I can speak to her.
"Aisa kuch-" she interrupts me further and screamed happily and starts to blabber,
"oh my god, I think I should get back to India now. Bahot sari shoppings Karni hae, now bye I'll tell mumma that her pyaari Beti is on a date with her bf oops fiancΓ©." as a heard her my eyes widened and a low gasp escapes from my mouth.
Closing my parted mouth, I said "Avni di" with a bit of sternness in my tone, hoping she wouldn't tell mumma but why would she listened to me.
She's the elder one.
Ignoring my plead, she ends the call, not before waving her hand to me while giving me a teasing smile.
Dropping my hand to my side, I released a sigh and rest my head on the wooden pillar; which was there, just beside these flowers. Closing my eyes for some moments, I finally straightens up and made my way back to the table.
As I approach the table, Veer turns his head back and a smile takes over his rested face, making his dimple to look even more deeper. His eyes travels back and forth from my eyes to my lips; it's what I assume, my lips.
His eyes never leaves mine as I settle down on the chair and whispered "Sorry to make you wait this long" I apologise as I remembered how long I have been gone.
Suddenly my throat felt dry, looking at the empty glass I internally screamed as I was too thirty at this moment.
Having no choice of option I finally takes the half glass of mojito and starts to take small portion of it. The rum was burning my throat but still I managed, leaning on my back I divert eyes around the surrounding. He's still on his call but he didn't even utter a single word since I came back.
Ignore it, I continued to drink that mojito. And then I recalled that I have to delete that post. Such a stupid I am.
By the time I took my phone in my hands and takes the last sip of the mojito, Veer cuts the call abruptly and said something which makes me choke on my last sip.
"Let's get married"
His candid tone fades as he approaches me hurriedly, handling me a glass of water from the side table. I gulped it down, not caring how few water drops runs through my chin and drops on my top.
He settled on his one knee as he bend down to my level. Something soft touches my skin, near my chin. I gazed down and finds him holding a tissue paper as he gently wipe those water droplets.
But now my eyes were stuck at him, while he caress my skin with tissue. His eyes flicks between my chin and eyes then finally stops at my eyes, holding an eye contact I asked
"What did you just said" his hand moves and sinks down to hold my left hand, gently he cleans the back side of it and then firmly holds it in between his hands.
A smile erupts on his face, making his dimple appeared on the left side of his cheek as he repeats those three shocking words "let's get married".
Marriage? Seriously why everyone is stuck at this word MARRIAGE.
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