OS: Yeh Hum Kahan Aa Gaye? [Completed]

"Kya kaam tha?" She finally spoke, the first words spoken in the past 5 minutes. Her unaffected pretense was more than just shaky. They both knew why he'd called for her...though now with the engagement drama, she might have a few words of her own to add to the conversation. "Lala uncle bata rahe the, you were asking for me. I feel honored!"

Oh she was going to play dumb now is she? Clenching his jaw, he simply walked past her to shut the door.

"What the he-"

"Tumhe tamasha banana hai?" He asked, in what had become his cold, signature, matter-of-fact tone.

She only glared back. She'd like to see him try.

"Tamasha? Main? Kissi ki himmat hai jo aaj tumhare saamne tamaasha banaye? The director himself!"

Pretending to ignore the words coming out of her mouth, he made his way over to the cupboard. She followed, stopping right by his side as he propped open the doors.

"First the party now this? Seriously man, you deserve a round of freakin applause. Main toh standing ovation bhi de deti had your family not been there. Oh what genius planning, invite me to another 'harmless holi party' and then in front of my face--"

"Wait what, planned?" He looked at her incredulously, "I can't believe this..." he mumbled under his breath, not able to believe his ears. "You think I planned on getting myself enga--"

"It wouldn't surprise me," she scoffed at his attempt at a rebuttal.

Finally he pursed his lips, "Well if that's your opinion of me, there's not much I can do. Though it's very well justified I must say. You've introspected greatly into my actions Sumo, really enlightened me about my character."

"Suman," she corrected.

Did she just...she did. Fine. If that's the way she wanted it, that's the way it'll be.

Not wanting to appear impacted, he swiftly agreed. "Of course," he finally looked into her eyes, his disappointment glaringly obvious. Grabbing the ancestral jewelry she insulted him with that morning from his cupboard, he took her hand in his. "Suman," he confirmed, as he placed the red cloth in her hands.

Turning his back, he pretended to be busy with the detailing of his ceiling. In an ineffective attempt at trying to shield her from the pain in his voice, he dismissed the meeting. "That was all, you may now leave."

But she was still there, taken aback by his nonchalant agreement.

Of course.

Suman.

The contrast between his words and his actions drew her attention to the weight in her hands. She had had enough.

Sick, tired, and exhausted with this act, she called out to him. "But you said yes!" now finally letting the hurt in her heart reflect in her voice.

He turned around, surprised that she was still there. "Maybe you didn't plan it. But you said yes Shravan. You asked to engaged today Oxford grad," she paused as if searching for the right words, "Do you even know what that means?"

Looking at the muddle of emotions in her eyes, he knew he wasn't escaping from this one. But for some reason, he didn't want to either. He was ready to lay his armor down and accept defeat.

Because for the first time in his life, he saw in her eyes what he always found in his. 

Because finally, she seemed to be asking the right questions.

The beginning.