My mom had signed me up for a stupid blind date and got me a dress, too short to be decent for the supposed date and like a typical twenty five year old single independent woman I had to give into my mother's demand in disguise of a request and show up for this 'Date'

Her reason was that she was a mere mortal and came with an expiry date which according to her could be too close in her case. 

"In any case" She spoke one fine day "You have to get settled one of these days. Why not do it while I'm still around?"

"Excuse me?" I looked at her bewildered. 

Where was she even coming from I had no idea, but one thing was very clear, I was not going to get off the hook until and unless I agreed to her and did exactly what she asked of me.

And so, I got ready in the dress that mom had selected for me, applied a little makeup, booked a taxi and reached the place where I was supposed to meet HIM. 

The place looked extremely expensive, I realized causing my nervousness to shoot up tenfold. My hands began to sweat as I walked inside the hotel taking baby steps. Inside the hotel, I was greeted politely by the manager and escorted to the terrace of the Seven-Star Resort. 

"Hello" I smiled at the man sitting in front of me, dressed in a charcoal gray jacket with black jeans. His hair were neatly gelled to perfection.

Greek God

I was surprised at my own thoughts.

"Hello, Please have a seat." His voice startled me out of my day-dream about himself. I smiled at him nervously, His eyes, a warm brown color softened at me.

I sat in front of him, fidgeting with the strap of my handbag. 

"I'm Arnav," He introduced himself, "and I don't bite."

I chuckled, "I'm Khushi." 

"You're beautiful." He complimented, looking straight into my eyes.

I blushed, feeling goosebumps erupt all over my body. 

"Thank You." I could only manage a whisper.

An hour later, I found myself engrossed in deep conversation with the man I barely knew. We talked and talked about anything and everything from colleges to careers. There was talk about love, of relationships, expectations. There is always a story about every one's life, A story that is exclusive to them. In the next hours, as we finished an exquisite seven course meal, we became a part of each-other's stories, a part of me was now in his possession, while I would always cherish a part of him that was now, mine.

"It's not everyday that I can be myself around people. They expect me to behave formal, always strict.." Arnav spoke grimacing.

"You're not strict.." I observed, "You're.."

"Just a normal person, who wishes for nothing but a normal life & a normal family." Arnav completed for me, reading my thoughts.

I couldn't help but smile at the way he understood my unsaid words.

"Who would you rather be, if not The ASR?" I asked.

Arnav exhaled deeply, "It's not like I don't want to be ASR, I have chosen that life for myself and I love who I am and what I do. A little anonymity, once in a while would be good. It gets a lot more difficult when every person on the road knows your name, has a perception about you in his head." He confessed.

"You don't enjoy getting attention?" I asked.

"No. Do you?" He asked

"No. Of course not, I won't enjoy the attention of the world on myself but I am an attention seeker alright. My family, my friends, I like it when they're all involved with me, all their attention solely and properly on myself." I confessed with a rather sheepish grin and saw his lips, curving into a smile. "Oh sure. You deserve all the attention & love that can be showered on you." He said softly

"It was magical." Arnav whispered, brushing his lips slightly on the back of my hand as we exited the hotel together.

I nodded, agreeing to him.

For it was indeed magical. It was not everyday that someone opened their heart to me and I did just the same in return.

"Will we meet again?" He asked , a nervous yet hopeful smile was dancing on his face. 

"I hope so." I blushed, looking at him.

Today, a stupid blind date that I had been coaxed into being a part of, turned out to be the best thing I had done. All my life.

I suppose it was the first time I've done a story in the FIRST-PERSON NARRATIVE. It's a little out of my comfort zone and.. yeah.

This one's not much (and isn't going to be continued) as I was only toying with words which somehow ended in this.

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