KaSh Heaven: Got A Secret, Can You Keep It?Page2;) - Page 2

I never liked girls. Never liked the sight of them, or the sound. But when I saw her that all changed. I started craving to see a glimpse of her, hear her echoing, melodic laugh. It started to get out of control; my emotions and longing were at such at high voltage I couldn't turn it off. All I wanted was her. Just the sound of her name would make me forget everything but her, and I would spend the rest of the day just thinking of having her, in my arms.

I still remembered the first day I saw her, something about her drew me in. Whether it was the beauty she carried, or her tenderness towards people or that aura she carried around her, the innocent kind, I didn't know. But there was something. I denied my attraction at first of course, I wouldn't admit it. It just wasn't in me to admit that I, Armaan Mallik, had fallen for a girl. I didn't fall for girls; it was the other way round. It would be since I was the business man and most good looking figure of the year, so it was normal to draw female attention.

I decided to stay away from her, it was weird because I never felt so scared to face anyone before, or was it my feelings? Sadly the next day at work I went to the canteen to have some coffee when I bumped in to her.She gasped and looked down at her shirt and then at me with anger, but I was confused, what did I do? I looked down her body and noticed the coffee dripping across her chest. Oops! But that held my focus for only a mere second, it's what I could see underneath it that held my interest. Hey, I'm a guy, it's natural to stare!

"You perv, watch where you are going!" there it was again. That sound coming out of her mouth which was like music to me. I was too distracted by it to realise what she had said.

I had looked at her confused. "What?! Don't act all innocent, because of you my shirt is ruined. Bloody idiot!" she mumbled. That did it, no one talked to me like that. Not even my parents, I was a respected man and I should be treated like one from her too.

"Look miss, don't blame this all on me. If you were looking where you were going, then you could've moved out of the way." I had snapped back. I don't think I had ever talked to a woman like that, I hardly talked to them anyway. This woman was bringing something out of me.

"I would've if you didn't suddenly turn around and bump in to me, dumbass." she argued.

"Listen, you little-" I was interrupted by another voice.

"Shilpa!" I turned to see one of my workers, Shashank Gupta, walking up towards us. What did he want? And who was Shilpa? I had thought.

"Dad!" She ran to him and hugged him.

"I apologise on my daughter's behalf Mr Mallik. I am shocked at her behaviour, Shilpa never behaves like this." Shilpa. So that was her name. Just as beautiful and perfect just like her.

"Dad!" Shilpa was shocked by her father's apology. She had given me a disgusting glance before looking away again.

"Come on Shilpa. Let's go to my office." Mr Gupta had dragged his stubborn daughter but not before she had given me a dark glare. I had never known he had a daughter before then, but he never socialised with his workers much to actually get to know them personally. All he knew was about their intelligence and capability.

That was the first time I had met her, and what a meeting it was, I could never forgot a single expression that had been displayed on her face. She had the most extravagant beauty I had ever seen, there was no fault at all, now even though I never co-operated with girls very well, I knew enough to know that it wasn't very common. I watched her for the next couple of days, she came in to the office everyday to meet her father. She smiled at everyone, greeted them politely, and had friendly conversations with them. The men there lusted for her whilst girls envied her. I was not at all surprised, she was a goddess. I still didn't admit my feelings though.

But then that day, I saw her enter the office with that guy hand in hand. I had hated him the second I saw him with her. But my hatred increased when I heard her introduce him to a worker, I would've killed him right then and there. She was engaged, to that b***ard! They were going to get married in 3 weeks, but my heart shattered within 3 second after hearing the poisoned words slip out of her heavenly mouth. That night I went home drunk and pained. I loved her, I knew it. I couldn't live without her and I definitely couldn't see her with anyone else. She was mine and I was going to make sure the whole world would know that.

I had called Gupta in to my office the next day, to have a little chat with him. He seemed nervous, nothing I hadn't seen before. I got straight to the point, "I want to marry your daughter."

Like a normal father would be, he was shocked. But I couldn't help but notice another ting of emotion in there, delight? "Sir? How could I possibly-" I had stopped him halfway not wanting hear the father-daughter love lecture.

"You can do it by telling her to marry me. You have a debt to pay to the bank which is overdue, agree to give her to me and I will give you the money." There was silence between us for a few minutes; neither of us had moved an inch. I had stared straight at Gupta whilst he had his head bowed down staring at his lap.

"But sir-" I had put my hand forward to stop him.

"Make your choice Gupta." He looked up with a blank expression and nodded obediently. "Good. The wedding will take place tomorrow evening, I want her to be there on time. I will message you the time and place, her wedding dress has already been delivered to your home a long with other necessities. You may leave now." He had nodded once again, and had walked out of my office with a lance in my direction. I knew my tone had no kindness, just demanding. For her. I had sat back on my chair and sighed. That girl had made me crazy.

That night I was walking to my car lost in my thoughts, I didn't know whether I should've felt guilty or happy about what I did. But neither of them would've stopped me from marrying her. I had seen my car ahead but I had stopped hearing a voice, everyone should have gone home by now.

"Yeah he fell for it all, and for that wh*re's daughter. So I guess you are saved from marrying her Amar, Mallik demanded quicker than I thought he would have, wow he must really love her. Haha yeah I've wanted to get rid of her for ages, why should I keep my wife's dirty blood with me? I wouldn't be surprised if she cheats on him like her mother. You know what they say, like mother like daughter. But that will be his problem then not mine or yours. I'm glad I finally get my reward for keeping her with me all these years, Mallik is giving me a lot of money in exchange. Haha yeah he wants to marry tomorrow evening, desperate much? I'm going to tell her tonight. If she disagrees I will drag her there myself but I don't think that will be necessary, she thinks of me as God. Haha yeah I will give you your money after she's married. Okay bye." I had seen him cut off the phone and drive off out of the parking lot.

I was angry, no angry would have be an understatement. I had never felt that much burning happening inside me for one person, well two people actually. I had wanted to beat them to they begged for mercy and forgiveness, but what help would that do? There was an inch of chance that Gupta could take her away from me, stop her from becoming mine. I had left them, letting their own fate deal with them later.

I had lain in my bed that night but sleep was nowhere near. All I could think about washer, what she was going through at that night, what she feeling. This hadn't helped my guilt at all, but it still wouldn't stop me from marrying her. I loved her. It would increase the chance of me losing her forever, but I was ready to take that chance because I needed her and she needed me, she needed a person she could count on.

The marriage ceremony wasn't too long. I had gone in to the office to finish of some projects and left early, no one knew about my marriage except the Gupta's, that guy and my servants. I made it to the mandap on time and waited for her, finally she had arrived knocking the breath out of me. She was clad in a beautiful, heavy, red-silver lengha with a veil covering her face. Her figure looked stunning and her creamy, white arms were exposed. I could see through the veil enough to know she hardly had any make-up on, but she looked gorgeous. She had gold, jewellery on covering her wrists, chest and most of her face. I would've dropped on the ground right then and there, but I wanted to get married first. I had noticed she came alone, except from the driver who left, he was glad because if those ba***rds would've come, there would be chaos.

She walked up to me and I finally saw her eyes, but that time they had made my heart drop. There was not a sign of emotion in them, they were just dead, I had felt like killing myself for being the reason behind it. I couldn't look at her any longer so I walked in to the mandap with her following. I hadn't looked at her during the whole ritual, I was a coward, and she hadn't glanced at me either. Finally after doing the pheres, we were married. She was lawfully Mrs Shilpa Armaan Mallik. But I wasn't happy and content with it. We had quietly made our way to the car, which would lead her to her new home.

And now here I am standing outside my room on my sughaat night too scared to go in. Great! I never knew I would be so scared of a girl, its feel weird but right knowing it'sher. I finally build up the courage to open the door and enter my, I mean, OUR bedroom. It is covered with petals and red covers just like I told the servants to do. She is sitting there in the middle of the bed with her head bowed down like a broken doll. This was not what she was expecting for her wedding and I knew that. Different guy, different home, different name. Her face is covered with the veil but I know not to expect a happy smile underneath, I think she can feel my presence because she suddenly tenses, I sigh. It is as difficult as it already is, and keeping secrets wouldn't make it any easier. I make my way to the bed, and sit in front of her. Damn, this is going to hurt.

"Shilpa," this is the first time I have said her name, "What I am about to tell you will shock you and hurt you badly, but I want you to remember something, I am here for you and I love you." She nods quietly, not my dream of her reaction to my confession. "Your father has sold you off to me. Your fianc was in on the plan and they wanted me to fall in love with you, so I would make a deal with them to let me marry you. Your father isn't your real father and he doesn't care about you. Their plan has worked; I am madly in love with you and promise to make sure you will never get any more pain again." I know what you are thinking, how did he say it so calmly? Well in my defence I hardly been in a situation like this before, plus I don't know how to deal with a woman!

I wait, and wait, few minutes past and she finally looks up at me. Her eyes are full of tears; they portray shock, anger, hatred, betrayal, pain, confusion. It is literally killing me on the inside. I try to hold back the urge of taking her in my arms and help her find her peace. I touch the back of her hand and whisper, "I'm there for you." I put on a small sincere smile before getting up. "You can get changed in here, your clothes are in the wardrobe." I say softly, with that I grab my clothes and escape in to the bathroom. I get in to the shower sighing feeling the hot water touching my body, trying to relax my muscles but failing. This is going to be difficult, I know that but I am not going to give up. I will be there for her and make her realise my love for her, and hopefully along the way she will realise she loves me too.

Changing in to my clothes I step out of the bathroom, I see her changed, laying on her side on the bed with her eyes wide open staring in to space. I decide not to make the situation worse so I walk to the bed and grab a pillow, I take out a spare blanket from the wardrobe and lay down on the sofa, facing her. She doesn't move an inch, it seems like she didn't even notice my action, I don't want that to be true. I close my eyes, after a couple of minutes I am about to fall in to a deep sleep, when I hear her voice.

"Armaan?" Hearing my name from her mouth, made it sound angelic, I never knew my name could sound so beautiful until now. I open my eyes to see her, sitting up on her side, turning to face me with a calm face. "You can sleep on the bed if you like." She gives me a small, soft smile and lays down again with her back to me. I smile widely and get up to go to the bed. I lay down, not being able to take a smile off my face. Her invitation was her way of saying she will me a chance, give us a chance, I know that much, I can feel it. I am not going to blow it this time, it may be the only chance she gives me, it is worth my life. I close my eyes, still smiling, finally feeling content.