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Originally posted by: Captain_Pari
Ekks, i just caught up with the story in one go, and it is brilliant, the concept is overall different and the way you write the dialouge and all is amazing! honestly and amazing story, looking forward to seeing the next development, update soon please and do PM me 😛,
-Luv Pari
Virat went to their address of bookstore for picking her up.
Manvi squirmed in her seat as the silence in the black BMW stretched between them. Her husband-to-beseemed just as uncomfortable, and chose to focus his energy into his MP3 player.
She tried not to wince when he finally settled on Ashiqui-2 song instrumental. He actually enjoyed music without words.
She almost shuddered again when she thought of sharing the same residence with him.
For….An….. Entire….. Year….
"Do you have any Black Eyed Peas?"
He looked puzzled by the question. "To eat?" She held back a groan. "I'll even settle for some of the old
classics.."
He remained silent.
"jal band?Atifalam song? Just yell if any of these names sound familiar."
His shoulders stiffened. "I know who they are. Would you prefer AR Rehman?"
"Forget it."
They veered back to silence with a piano background.
Manvi knew they were both nervous as the miles to her parents' house shortened.
Playing the loving couple wouldn't be easy when they couldn't even carry on a two-minute conversation.
She decided to try again.
"Maggie says you have a fish."
That remark rewarded her with a chilling look. "Yes."
"What's his name?"
"Fish."
She blinked. "You didn't even give it a name?"
"Did I commit a crime?"
"Don't you know animals have feelings just like people?"
"I don't like animals," he said.
"Why? Are you afraid of them?"
"Of course not."
"You were afraid of that snake we found in the woods.
Remember how you wouldn't get close, and you made some excuse to leave?"
The air in the car seemed to drop a few degrees. "I wasn't afraid, I just didn't care. I told you I don't like
animals."
She gave a snort, and then settled back to silence. Cross another quality from her list. Baba jiii sucked.
Manvi decided not to tell her future husband about the humane animal shelters. When they were overbooked, she always took the extra animals into her house until new spots opened up. Something told her Virat would have a fit. If he ever got up enough emotion to lose control.
The possibility intrigued her.
"What are you smiling about?" he asked.
"Nothing. Do you remember everything we discussed?" He gave a suffering sigh. "Yes. We went over all your family members
. I know names and general backgrounds. For God's sakes, Manvi, I used to play at your house when we were younger."
She snorted. "You only wanted my mother's chocolate chip cookies. And you loved torturing me and your sister.
Besides, that was years ago. You've had nothing to do with them over the past decade." She tried hard to bite back the bitterness. "Speaking of which, you never mention your parents.
Have you all have been without them?"
She didn't wanna discuss with him… she say she cared about them as Dabbu is so small.
Manvi pointed toward the upcoming street sign. "Here's the turn for my house'."
Virat pulled into the circular driveway and cut the engine.
They both studied the Love Mahal her house. Even from outside, the structure radiated friendly warmth from each classic pillar to the graceful wraparound porch. Weeping trees surrounded the edges of the sloping lawn almost as in protection. Large picture windows with black shutters dotted the front.
Darkness now veiled the symptoms of neglect due to financial difficulties. It hid the peeling white paint on the columns, the cracked step at the top of the patio, the worn roof. She gave a deep sigh as she enters her home which provide her or settled around her like a comforting blanket.
"Are we ready?" he asked.
She glanced at him. His face was shuttered, his eyes distant. He looked hip and casual in his Demin Jeans, white Calvin Klein T-shirt, and leather boat shoes. His sun-bleached hair was neatly tamed except for one stubborn curl over his brow. His chest filled the shirt out nicely.
A little too nicely for her taste. Obviously, he lifted weights.
She wondered if he had a washboard stomach, but the thought did bad things to her own tummy so she pushed away the idea and concentrated on their immediate problem.
"You look like you stepped in a pile of dog doo." His neutral expression slipped. The corner of his mouth kicked up an inch. "Hmmm, Maggie said you wrote poetry."
"We're supposed to be madly in love. If they suspect otherwise, I can't marry you, and my BIJI would make my life a living hell. So put on a good act. Oh, and don't be afraid to touch me. I promise I don't have any disease which affects you."
"I'm not afraid to—"
His breath hissed as she reached out and brushed the errant curl away from his eyes. The silky feel of his hair as it slid through her fingers pleased her. The shocked expression on his face tempted her to continue the caress by sliding the back of her hand down his cheek with one slow motion. His skin felt both smooth and rough to the touch.
"See? No big deal."
His full lips tightened with what she figured were annoyance. Obviously, Virat looked at her not as a grown woman, but more of an asexual human being.
Like an amoeba.
She flung open the door and cut off his response.
"Show time."He muttered something under his breath and followed her.
They didn't have to worry about ringing the doorbell. Her family streamed out the door first Biji then dabbu, there Biji's neighbor and Manvi panter party group of 5 small kids also.
Manvi had already called ahead to warn them of her proposal of engagement. She'd come up with a story about seeing Virat on the sly, a whirlwind romance, and they had to do an impulsive engagement right now. She played up their past so her Biji believed they had always been in touch over the years as friends.
Virat tried to huddle back but her brother dabbu refused to comply into his arms for a big hug, chattering at once.
"Congratulations!"
"Welcome to the family!" "Dabbu and Manvi panterparty said" Jiju
Childhood friends and now husband and wife!". "Dabbu teased him"
"Did you set a wedding date?"
"When you will be going to marry?"
Virat looked as if he was about to vault over from there and make his escape.
Manvi collapsed into laughter. She cut off her younger Brother by pulling him to her by her side.
"Stop scaring him, guys. I finally got a fianc. Don't ruin this for me." They giggled.
Dabbu also called her punters…..
A demanding squeal pulled her attention away. She lifted up the blonde angel at her feet and covered her three-year-old with kisses. "Pinky, the Troublemaker," she said,
"MeetVirat. Uncle Virat to yousquirts." Pinky looked him over with the careful attentiveness only a child exudes.
Virat awaited her opinion with patience.
Then her face broke in a sunny smile. "Hi, Virat!" He smiled back. "Hi, Darling."
"Approval bestowed," Manvi said. She urged Virat over.
"Let me make the rest of the introductions. He is punit and Dev, he is also my neighbor, meet isha and ria…
Everyone, this is Virat, my would be fianc." She didn't even stumble over the word.
Her Biji grabbed Virat's cheeks and gave him a kiss on her forehead. "Virat, you're all grown up." She flung out her arms in welcome. "And you're so handsome."
Manvi wondered if that was a hint of red on Virat's cheeks, and then dismissed the thought.
He cleared his throat. "Umm, thank you, Biji.
It's been a long.
Biji swatted him on the backside. "Everyone inside."
"Can I have Water?" Virat asked
"Me, too?" Manvi added
I'll bring coffee also. "Rekha Aunty added" (biji's friend)
Biji shook her head at the two girls begging at her feet.
"You'll have to drink juice. I bought a pet for this occasion."
"Me too!Me too!"
Manvi smiled down at the shiny-eyed toddler in her arms.
"Okay, squirt. Apple juice for you, too." She placed her Pinky back on the ground and watched her race to the kitchen to get in on all the excitement. The embracing warmth of her clan settled around her like a fuzzy cloak, and fought with the nerves jumping in her belly.
Could she pull this off? Casting a love spell to meet a nameless, faceless man with money to bail out her family was one thing.
Virat in the flesh for one full year was another. If her parents suspected she had made a marriage bargain to save the house, they'd never forgive her.
Or themselves.
With the steady stream of medical bills from her heart condition, family pride pushed them to refuse any financial help from others. Knowing their daughter sacrificed her integrity to bail them out would break their hearts.
Virat watched her with a strange expression on his face, as if trying to figure something out.
Her fingers clenched to keep from reaching out to touch him. "You okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine. Let's go in."
She watched him walk inside and tried not to feel hurt by his clipped words. He'd already warned her he didn't like big families. She shouldn't be childish by taking his actions so personally.
She stiffened her resolve and her chin and followed him.
The hours passed with hearty India food, fresh garlic bread with cheese and herbs, and a bottle of
Cold drink.
By the time they retired to the living room. a nice buzz hummed in her blood, fueled by good food and good conversation.
She glanced up at Virat as he settled himself next to her on the worn beige sofa at a careful distance.
Misery etched out his features.
He listened politely, laughed in the right places, and did a perfect job of looking like a gentleman. Except he wouldn't look her in the eye, moved away when she tried to touch him, and wasn't acting at all like the besotted fianc he was supposed to be.
Vinay (Rekha's husband…. She love Manvi like his own daughter) sipped his espresso with a casual demeanor. "So, Virat, tell me about your job."
"Uncle—"
"No, it's okay." Virat turned to face her Uncle.
"Dreamscape is an architectural firm that designs buildings in the Hudson Valley. We designed the
many restaurant at the top of the mountain in hill station." Her Uncle's face lit up. "Wonderful place to
eat.
Rekha always loved the gardens there." He paused. "So, what do you think of Manvia's paintings?"
She hid a wince. Oh, God, this was bad. Very bad. Her painting was a futile attempt at artistic expression, and most agreed they sucked. She sings for herself and now for earning money in hotels, than to wow others. She cursed herself for not letting him pick her up at the apartment instead of her bookstore.
Virat kept the smile pasted on. "They're fantastic. I've always told her she should definitely take part in music competition."
Vinay's crossed his arms. "You like them, huh? Which one does you like the most?"
"uncle—"
"The lClassical one. Literally she had beautiful voice as you see."
Panic flirted with her as her Uncle caught the tension between them and stalked him like a predator. She gave Virat credit for trying but he was doomed before he began.
The rest of her family knew the drill and watched the process begin.
"She doesn' sinds classical song." The words hung in the air like a cannon blast.
Virat's smile never faltered. "She just tried. Darling, didn't you tell them?"
She fought back panic. "No, sorry, Uncle, I haven't brought you up to speed. I'm sang a classical song
"You hate Classical music."
"Not anymore," she managed cheerily. "I have a new appreciation for classical since meeting him actually he loves it and wants to heard ion my voice so." Her comment only elicited a snort before he continued.
"So, Virat, Cricket fan or football?"
"Both."
"Great season for them, huh? I'm hoping for another world cup in next world cup. Hey, have you heard Manvi's song?"
"Which one?"
"The one about… about… about… (he startle) the classical Raags."
"Oh, yes. I thought it was wonderful."
"She never sing a Ragas'. She sings song like romantic or sad might be about experiences in life relating to love or loss.
She's never sing classical song, just as she's never ."
Manvi chugged the rest of her , ignored the espresso, and hoped this evening ended soon .
"Umm, Uncle, I just sand the classical song."
"Really? Would you sing it for us? Your Aunty and I haven't heard some of your new work."
She swallowed. "Well, it's still in creation mode. I'll definitely share as soon as it's perfect."
"But you let Virat see it."
Sickness clawed at her gut, and she prayed for escape.
Her palms grew damp. "Yes. Well, Virat, maybe we better get going. It's late and I have a lot of engagement plans to get together."
Vinay put his elbows on his knees. The circling stopped and he launched in for the kill. The rest of the family watched with impending destiny. The sympathetic look on his face, he didn't think there'd be a wedding any longer..
"I meant to ask you about the wedding," Vinay said. "You're putting it together in a week.
Why not give everyone some time to get to know Virat and welcome him into the family?
Why the rush?"
Virat tried to save them both. "I understand, Uncle Vinay, but Manvi and I talked about this and we both don't want big fuss. And main reason is my grandfather is not well and his last wish is to see his daughter in law or he loves me and want to see, I'll settle in my life…
We decided we want to be together and start our lives right away."
"It's romantic, Dad," Summi ventured.
Manvi mouthed a thank you but she was suddenly double-teamed.
"I agree." Rekha held a dishtowel in her hands as she stood in the doorway of the kitchen. "Let us enjoy the engagement and wedding. We'd love to throw you an engagement party so Virat can meet the rest of the family.
There's just not time for everyone to come down on Sunday. All your cousins will miss out."
Vinay stood. "Then it's settled. You'll postpone the date." Rekha nodded. "Excellent idea."
Manvi grabbed Virat's hand. "Darling, can I see you in the bedroom for a second?"
"Of course, dear."
She dragged him down the hallway and pushed him into the bedroom. The door swung partially closed.
"You've ruined everything," she whispered furiously. "I told you to pretend but you suck at it and now my family and my neighbour know we're not in love!"
"I suck at it? You're acting like this is some stupid play you've put together for the neighbors. This is real life, and I'm doing the best I can."
"My plays were not stupid. We made a lot of money in admission tickets. I thought Pushkar was excellent."
He snorted. "You can't even sing and you cast yourself as Pushkar."
"You're still pissed because I wouldn't let you play Uncle's War bucks."
He plowed ten fingers through his hair and made a noise deep in his throat. "How the hell do you get me on these ridiculous subjects?"
"You better come up with something quick. God, don't you know how to treat a girlfriend? You acted like I was some polite stranger. No wonder my Uncle suspects!"
"You're a grown up now, Manvi, and he's still interrogating your boyfriends. We don't need their permission. We get married on Sunday and if your families don't like it, too bad."
"I want my Uncle to walk me down the aisle!"
"It's not even a real wedding!"
That it for today
Tell me how is it…bad or good
Sorry for grammatical mistake or others mistake too
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Love you all
Jannat
Congrats on being a dazzler..Lovely Update..!!!
Virat and Maanvi played well..xcpet few things messed while spking abt music..He knows her real well, but still lied...I guess keeping a little realistic..as people in love..like it even when its bad...u stopped at wrongpoint...Maanvi has forgotten this isn't real wedding..then y does she wants every 1 to agree happily...as at 1 point everything would end...or No?..Continue soon Jannat..:)!
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