Pride & Prej with a twist - Page 48

Hoping to die ❤️

She was an unconventional accomplished gorgeous Economistwho had no curiosity or interest in him.

Ever since that first meeting when she handled thatoriginal manuscript of the Indian Economy at Kamal Shrivastav’s study, he wasfascinated

Initially only to dissect her and make her fit into thenice cleaned out compartments in his brain. A gold digger middle class hangeron that loitered around rich people’s homes or took employment there so as toland a wealthy man

His opinion was further cemented when inder began datingher sister. She was professional, matter of fact and did not take offence toany of his implications and insinuations

She was fearless and pleasant at all times

She probably woke up with a book and went to bed with ajournal in hand

She lived a life far removed from the drama of tabloidsand gossip sites that dished out scandals of families like Parashars withincreasingly detailed hints about every behind the scene drama In his life hefrequently encountered people with lack of personal integrity and a moralcompass, and Viveka Mathur had refused to meet his Dad at their home inPrithviRaj Rd home according to Satyen, and also refused to address him as “Uncle”

Effectively fencing herself off from any non workrelationship with his family and him

Instead she lived her life focused on a completelydifferent mission, the lives of the economically under privileged and her lovefor Economic policy

She was unafraid to wear a saree and glasses, she wasunafraid to be seen without being dolled up

The women in his social circle spent hours in medical andcosmetic fixes weekly

She didn’t cringe walking on the street with her wobblygrandma, neither did she cringe, helping waiters at her BF’s celebration

She tucked her pallu in her waist and just got on the job

AND she loved someone like herself, or so she thought. Sheloved Abhsihek Karmakar

AND she was oblivious to his existence. He had never beenignored even once in life. He had played the field and taken what had beenoffered

His had watched and relished the attention even when hismother had dangled him at Delhi, London, NY’s high profile events.

None of it mattered to Viveka Mathur. He didn’t exist forher

He began to run leaving his brother Rakshit behind

“OK…. Who is chasing you man?” Rakshit panted

“I think I am in love” he said wiping sweat off his brow

“WHOAA?” “WITH WHO?”

“I cant tell you”

“Who is she?” he prodded picking up speed

They ran at 4 AM when they were both in town, CentralDelhi’s leafy boulevards were a treat, with a dense canopy above to lushtropical hedges and plants below around the politicians’ residence, it wasquiet and tranquil on most mornings

“I cant say right now” Raanav wiped his brow with on hiswristband

“Am I the last one to know”

“No the first actually” raanav jogged at an intersectionwaiting to cross

“Congrats man!!”

“Not so soon” he muttered under his breath

“What do u mean” “Wish me luck”

“U got it” Rakshit patted him on his back

If you are an industrialist’s son its not too difficult tofigure out what classes someone teaches and what times

On a blazing hot June 4th evening

Raanav Parashar waited patiently outside Viveka Mathur’s EconomicPolicy class

She walked out at 3:48 followed by a big group of adoring students and “if I am lucky enough tohave an affair with my Lecturer, SHE IS IT” male students

She was startled to find him there

He wore a military green cotton pants, and a lemon yellowcotton shirt rolled up around the elbow carelessly, his thick silky hair parted carefully on his left as always

“hi!” he said softly

“Yeah?” she crinkled her eyes confused

The students lingered to gawk wondering if it was aboyfriend

“IF ONLY you knew” he scoffed at himself

“I have office hours at 5??” she checked her old fashionedRaga watch

“Hi!” she nodded smiling pushing her glasses up her nose,she wore a gorgeous pink chikan saree with a dark red bandhini blouse

“Ms Mathur...(addressing her exactly like her students did). umm...I am hopelessly in love with you” he said and held his breath hoping to die ❤️

Whaat??? Whaaat? He said it? 👏

He said it, even though he thinks she loves Abishek? Wow!!

Nisha We are in love with your story.and its getting intresting. And can we get one more pls.

Thanks

He is so upfront! That was a surprise

Hoping to Die❤️

Woah! think I just died and tra la la la'ing to heaven right now!

An apple doesn't fall far from the tree!!!😛

Satyen met viveka the first time at Bua's.... the very next morning after sleeping it over, thought of his son, picked up his phone , sent a text to Akash , sir I like your daughter viveka very much!

His son Raanav, once he made up his mind, did not wait too long, In a direct no nonsense approach , went and expressed himself and his love to her.

No hesitation , no doubt in his mind of his love for her in-spite of the Abhishek factor hanging!

No flirting, no jolling, no vazhiyakls, straight Ms. Mathur, I'm hopelessly in love with you! Cross my heart and hope to die. Wow! Wow!

Ms. Anubha Mathur, there's a good probability that your daughter has met her match who's not a Berkeley PhD

Didn't see that coming!! ...... though loving it and dying too !!both after reading the update !!

He has to be straight to the point bcoz our girl wont pick up the clues😂😂 and he knows she wont raise her attention from economics otherwise😳

Correlations & Crumbs

If he had burned midnight oil to think up a prank to searhimself in her mind, this would be it. There was no way she could ever beindifferent to him…. Ever after this meeting

It looked like the oxygen had depleted from the lush lowpollution campus

A flash of self consciousness swept through her as shetook a step back

He gently leaned on the brick column at his back and lethis breath out

“Umm.. is this a joke” she asked crinkling her eyes as iftrying to read his mind

“It is not” he said softly

She hugged her laptop and the knotted up powercord andlooked down at his feet to calm herself

“Oh” she mumbled

“Not the most ideal place or time” he said quietly, he hadfound his voice again AND he was not dead

She looked up at him and pushed up her glasses

“I have a boyfriend” she said exhaling

“I know that” he said staring at her eyes

She sniffed and pushed her glasses up her nose again

“WHY?” she asked

He could not control his smile

She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever met

The smartest

The most well read

The most out of his league

“Where do you want me to begin?” he thought

“I … um… “

“No don’t answer that… this is crazy” she said slowlybreathing with difficulty he wanted to believe

He wanted to assume he had an effect on her

Her heart was racing? Could be… her face was flushed allof a sudden

Sweat beads forming on her forehead

“I want to” he begged

“No… is this to teach me a lesson? Or Naina a lesson soshe will break up with Inder?” she asked logically

He wondered if there was even an emotional, passionateside to her or… not

“No its not” he sighed

“I don’t know… you… you don’t know me”

He interrupted her… “I do…I can”

“Whoa?”

“No you don’t…” she smiled… softly her composure was backfully

She touched her ear lobe deep in thought

“I have a boy friend…” she questioned herself

He HATED Abhishek, he hated the reference of the guy beingher “boyfriend”.

She had a beautiful mind… he realized she was scientificshe wanted to know causation and correlation

She was not an emotional jelly

“Its YOU” he said deeply thinking of the weeks ofsleepless nights and agonizing and fantasizing and going completely unnoticed

She looked into his eyes and saw something she would laterrealize she had never seen in Abhishek’s eyes… ever

She cleared her throat and looked sideways at groups ofstudents huddling over a picture of the peacock they had recently shot on oneof their phones

“I have office hours and I have to work on stuff” she saidsoftly

“I understand” he nodded pulling his hands out of hispockets and crossing his arms across his chest

She didn’t question herself one second

She knew she had not done anything to flirt or express anyinterest

“Thanks for meeting with me” he said still hypnotized byher

“Sure… I mean… I usually don’t have people waiting outsideclass to express love” she smiled like she was amused and not pissed

“Good to know” he smiled softly

“Can you tell Mr Parashar it will be longer than 3.5 weeksfor getting the data I promised?” she asked politely

“Oh?”

“I am filling in for a faculty who is going away for 3weeks” she said

“Oh?” he wanted to hang around like the stunning peacocks…just vibing… ogling her at every chance, and maybe lure her into a few argumentto get her adrenaline going

Yep! He loved her! Boy, was he destroyed!!

“Uh… thanks” she said and realized she was thanking himfor the proposal

“Sure” he nodded hands back into his pockets

“Uff… that was awkward” she muttered finally beginning towalk away turning around and whistling a long extended breath in utterdisbelief

“Good” he thought… finally getting a crumb of a reaction

“

"She looked into his eyes and saw something she would She looked into his eyes and saw something she would later realize she had never seen in Abhishek’s eyes… ever"

Nisha, LATER WHEN ?!

It won't be Totally all economics she will Be thinking about tonight! I doubt her emotional equilibrium will be a little shaken up after his compellingly earnest declaration of love for her

By the way I thought his military green and yellow Trouser shirt attire would have made him look So Dashing nahi?!😊

Kalpana

Occasionally, Love story leads should be stuff dreams are made of. Its like eating a decadent chocolate dessert. Each bite should be a 100 calories.

Baaqi sab to close to real life hai, why not make the romance dreamy?