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A/N: This chapter was fun to write mainly 'cause I normally don't like to write chapters like that, but this time I centered it over what happens at the end, then wrote the middle, and then the beginning. Crazy, eh? And sorry for all the mistakes I didn't get to proofread it this time. Anyways, enjoy! Dedicated to everyone who bothers to give this story a second glance :)
Part 4: Lunch! :D
"ARMAAN!" Keerti yelled in her son's ear. Honestly, waking him up was a such a pain in the neck. Why did he have to be such a deep sleeper?
"ARMAAN! WAKE UP!" Keerti yelled again.
"Nghmphlegm" Armaan muttered before flipping over to the other side, his arm draped across his bed.
"ARMAAN! WAKE UP!" Keerti yelled again exhausted. She had been trying to wake her son up for the past 5 minutes.
Armaan continued to sleep unaware that his mom was ready to go bald by pulling out her hair.
"ARMAAN! I MADE PARATHAS! WAKE UP!" Keerti tried one last time.
"Huh? What? Huh?" Armaan shot straight up wiping a bit of drool at the side of his mouth.
"Finally!" exclaimed Keerti.
"Mummy!" he yelled looking at his clock which read 9 am "Itni jaldi utha diya?"
"Haan, utho aab aur jaldi nichay ao."
"Ugh." Armaan grunted but got up anyways.
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"Come on, Mom, it's Saturday!" Armaan spoke through bites "Why'd you wake me up so early?"
"Because we're going out to lunch with Shilpa and at her parents at 1 pm," his dad answered "We can't have you sleeping in all day, now can we?"
"But why?" Armaan protested "I don't like that girl, and I'm not going to get married to her. So I really don't see the point."
"And I really don't see why you don't want to get married to her." Keerti replied.
"Come on, Mom, you know I hate arranged marriages."
"I know, beta, but this one was a promise."
"What's the legal age to get married, Dad?"
"Don't fret over that, you're 18 and she'll be 18 this summer. There are a number of countries where you can get married for younger, plus you've even got parental consent."
"But I read the male has to be older than 18 in India, and that is where I assume we're getting married."
"Don't worry if it is, we'll get you married in Brunei, where the minimum age for marriage is not specified." Keerti spoke smiling sweetly.
Armaan choked on his food, but didn't say anything back.
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"Is that her?"
"No, that must be her."
"Oh please! It must be that one."
"Nooo! What about that one."
"Or maybe that's her."
"Well, that sort of does look like her."
"I know, right? That must be her."
"Or, how about that other one?"
"The one in the yellow?"
"No."
"Green?"
"No."
"Red?"
"No."
"Blue?"
"No."
"White?"
"Mom. Dad. Shut up before I use a butter knife to kill you both." Armaan spoke ticked off. For the past 15 minutes, his parents were pointing at every girl they could see and yell out loudly, "That must be her!" and that was why he still refused to tell them who she was.
"Oh, come on, Armaan. Tell us which one is her." Shubhankar spoke.
"She'll be the one who'll come in with Mr. and Mrs. Malhotra, your childhood friends, remember?"
Suddenly, the door opened, and his parents' eyes fell out, literally. Armaan turned around to see who it was, and there stood Shilpa in a beautiful, kind of dark purple and golden Anarkali Churidar suit. His mouth dropped open in shock, she even had her hair open, and was wearing heels.
Armman did a double take and stared at her. 'For a girl who loves her flats and running shoes, always has her hair tied back, and never wears anything except for jeans and the occasional summer dresses she sure looked different' he thought.
"Armaan! Stand up, stop staring at her, and close your mouth, they'll think you're an idiot." His mom whispered.
'Was I staring at her? I hadn't noticed. But then again, if they knew her like I did they would have too. Yes, they would have as well. That's the only reason I was like that.' Armaan said to himself.
He was hoping Shilpa hadn't noticed his reaction today, but sadly luck wasn't on his side. But then again, whenever it concerned Shilpa, luck never was on him side.
She smirked at him, and he seemed a bit frightened over how much that smirk resembled his own.
"Armaan."
"Shilpa."
"Mom. Dad." Armaan spoke as monotonously as he could "This is Shilpa."
"Mom. Dad." Shilpa spoke matching his tone "This is Armaan."
"Oh, it's a delight to meet you, Shilpa." Keerti ushered happily. "I can't believe how tall are."
"Armaan, I've heard quite a lot about you," Shilpa father started.
"Oh, now you have, haven't you?" Armaan spoke but his stare was fixed on Shilpa, a corner of his mouth turned upwards almost in a mocking manner.
"Don't smirk at me like that." Shilpa spoke. "I never talked about you."
"Never is an awfully deceiving word, don't you think?" Shilpa mom asked.
"Mom!" Shilpa exclaimed softly.
Shubhankar and Keerti chuckled and engaged in a conversation with their childhood friends, while Armaan and Shilpa were left to glare at each other.
"Mom, Dad, do you mind if we sit at another table?" Armaan asked.
"Oh, no, not at all. We'd like you to talk to each other actually."
"Perfect!" Armaan smiled and dragged her off to corner table for two.
"Ok, now we discuss on how to end this marriage."
"Okay, but I am going to order ice cream, kay? The ice cream here is just fab. You should try it."
"Yeah, whatever." Armaan spoke as he beckoned a waiter and Shilpa ordered.
"Do you think it's a good idea to be eating ice cream before lunch?" asked Armaan.
"Yes! It's a great idea."
Armaan shook his head and started, "Okay, so how do we convince our parents to break off our marriage?"
"We could show them how much we hate each other." Shilpa replied.
"Yeah, we could certainly do that."
"Mhmmm. Show exactly how much we despise each other by taking our fightings up a notch."
"What if they smile, and shrug it off, though? I mean you saw you're parent's reaction right now."
"Well, yeah, but it's worth a try."
"Okay. Anything else?"
"I don't know, but you know what I'm thinking?" Shilpa spoke leaning forward.
"What?" Armaan asked.
"That this marriage might not be such a bad idea after all."
"What?!" Armaan whispered loudly "I know I'm hot and all, but honestly I don't want to get married to you."
Shilpa had just said that to get a rise out of him, but she continued to play along after seeing his reaction.
"But come on think about it, we could get a lot of things out of it." Shilpa spoke.
"Oh, no way! No way in hell. Will you be happy if you get married to me?"
"Nope" Shilpa spoke popping the 'p' and she smiled when the waiter presented her with her ice cream.
"Exactly! Plus, I can see the headline of the day after our wedding: 'He was happy with the arranged marriage because of his sweet nature ' his wife was not.' Then they'll proceed to tell everyone about the brutal and gruesome ways you used to kill me."
Shilpa laughed and spoke "Jeez. Chill. I was just kidding about it, but did you know that you have a huge ego?"
"Huge? Compared to your, darling, it's hardly huge. But you have to admit I am good looking."
"Pshh! You and good looking? As if!"
"Ouch! That was painful." Armaan spoke dramatically placing a hand over his heart.
"Don't worry, you'll survive." Shilpa replied sweetly tilting her head to the side.
"Ow, you've hurt me even more." Armaan mocked.
"Hurt? Who's hurt?" asked Shubhankar.
"Other than Armaan and his huge man-ego, nothing much." Shilpa replied looking up.
"See, Dad, see how mean she is?" Armaan asked.
Shubhankar just laughed while Shilpa replied, "Hey, you should thank me instead. Your ego really needed that kick or else you would've had to walk through doors sideways."
"Oh, whatever." Armaan replied making a face at her, but she just stuck her tongue out.
Shubhankar laughed again, and spoke, "Easy kids, easy. No need to fight."
"Sorry dad, can't help it. This is how we communicate."
"Oh, well, I just came to tell you that you guys should order something."
"Oh, thank you" Shilpa replied politely smiling "We will."
"No problem."
"Okay, now that he's out of sight, we really need to make more plans over how to get them to break our marriage." Armaan spoke.
15 minutes later'
"Argh!" Armaan spoke the frustration building up "What do we do now? This is useless!"
"I'm not good with advice," Shilpa spoke "May I interest you in a sarcastic comment instead?"
"No thanks." Armaan spoke glaring at the girl sitting in front of him a bowl of ice cream still in hand.
"Do you actually want this marriage to happen?" asked Armaan.
"I never said that." Shilpa spoke staring off in space.
"Yeah, well the way you're acting, it seems like you want it to happen, Spacey" he muttered noting her dreamy expression.
"What did you call me?" She asked her voice barely a whisper as her spoon clattered to the ground.
"Spacey. Why?" he asked surprised as he bent to pick up her dropped spoon.
"No reason." She spoke her voice wavering a bit. Armaan noticed but didn't feel like pressing the matter.
"Okay?" Armaan spoke his statement sounding more like a question.
"Shilpa, come on, think! You're the nerd here with the perfect grades. Can't you think of a solution?" He grabbed her bowl of ice cream from her and set it down on the table.
"Ar-maan! Give it back." she spoke stressing the last part of his name considerably more.
His head snapped up as he stared at her with an expression she had never seen on him, and she noticed his normally grayish blue eyes had turned dark - a shade that could easily be confused with black.
Her natural reaction was to move backwards but her chair was already pressing against the walk and it didn't allow her to do so.
"Don't. Ever. Call. Me. That." Armaan spoke in a deadly voice, clearly enunciating every word leaning towards her.
Shilpa had just managed a mere nod when a sound released from her throat ' almost like a sob.
That seemed to pull Armaan back into reality, and he looked at her once carefully, before leaving the restaurant.
By now she was aware that her parents, as well as his, were looking at her with questioning glances.
She stood up and walked over to their table and quickly lied about how he went outside to get some fresh air and will be back in a few minutes.
They merely nodded, trusting her, and she sauntered back to her table.
She sat there in silence for a few minutes, pondering over what had just happened. Armaan had seemed really angry and all she did was say his name. She wondered what it was that him got him tensed enough to act like that. His usually blue grey eyes always sparkled no matter what, but this time they had visibly darkened, and his voice. How could she forget that voice? It sounded almost deadly. As if he was going to hurt her any minute. She was truly frightened at his behavior, but she was curious too. She'd never seen that side, and her Sherlock Holmes senses kicked him. She promised herself that she would find out what was going on with him, and the only way to do that would have been to accept the marriage proposal. She smiled to herself, and now focused on how to convince him to do the same.
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Lunch after that was a blur. Goodbye's were exchanges, and they all headed off their own direction. Armaan hadn't once spoken to her after he had stormed out, and Shilpa didn't make an effort to talk to him either. She honestly wasn't aware of what mood to expect him in on Monday, but she was a girl who loved surprises.
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