Navya's POV.

The feeling was new and magical. Our hands grazing each other accidentally made me feel enthusiastic. I didn't realise why, being brought up in the crowded city of Mumbai, I was used to this, but still this was different. It felt like I was tapping into new sensations in my body. I shook my head a bit to feel stable. I was biting my inner cheeks so I don't smile and look goofy. Talking to him made me feel better about the whole ordeal. This was a decent good man. Though there were still many things we need to talk about, we had a curfew. Anyways, who's lacking in time, we can meet another day and talk more. As of this moment, I was to give my brain a break and let my heart cherish this first encounter of mine, with a man.

Naveen.... the name I will always remember. Not only, because it meant the same as mine, but because, he's the first man, I met, with those intentions on mind. Those meaning if marriage, like a partner, etc. We may end up together or maybe not, in either case this would always be memorable. I said yes, but I guess without talking some more, getting into this would be lethal. I turned to have a look at him, he looked so calm, I immediately averted my gaze so as to not be caught by him.

Why can't I be calm? I don't think I would be able to give a break to my brain especially with this man beside me. Suddenly my eyes landed on a hoarding advertisement, I chided at how unrealistic it was. I guess that caught his attention. "No need to get so frustrated, it's just an advertisement." he chuckled. I tried smiling, but couldn't fathom his attitude. "Yeah, but it's misleading, you and I understand but many little kids don't and so do uneducated people. It's unethical for any company to do this." I said.

"But that's how, business is done." he said. I wanted to roll my eyes and give a sarcastic reply but quickly considering our situation, I replied sweetly, "But that's not how, it's supposed to be done." I could see his eyes flickering for a moment, "I agree." he said and I smiled triumphantly, if we are really gonna be a thing, then I won our first argument.

"You know, in foreign countries already many ad agencies are changing their policies from aggressive advertising to realistic ones, and guess what it's working." he said and I nodded, "Yeah, I read an article about it, in a business magazine, now that is something I support greatly. Everyone's here for business, for profit, that's a known fact, so we might as well adopt certain ethical standards which will only contribute in increasing the goodwill of the company and thus the profits." I said and his face showed pure surprise, or rather shock if I may say so.

"Woah, you do know quite a lot about these." he said and it irked me again. Too much, for giving a break to my brain. Nkw, I don't know why he said that, cause I have heard that from many people, some because, I am a girl, some because I am in a government job and some others are so judgemental because I don't even belong to a business family. I don't know what he meant, but I chose not to reply. He's a chaunist, a voice in my brain whispered but I ignore it.

As we reached home, ideas shocked to see a garland of flowers in out door. I was quickly ushered in by my mother, while being scolded for being late. I was surprised looking at my home. It was decorated. She took me to bedroom and handed me an orange Saree. I was shocked to say the least, the Saree was heavily decked. My hear was feeling heavy as I felt something was wrong especially when I saw on the bed lay the most precious piece of jewel, my parents owned. "Wear this and come out my poorly daughter." she said in a hurry arranging everything and before I could speak she was of. My eyes, we're on the verge of watering but I quickly composed myself.

I was so burdened, that I felt physically sick. I felt nauseous and there was heaviness in my chest. No. No.  I turned confidently and as I was about to step out, the door opened and revealed aunty. I tried smiling at her, but I was desperate, to see mom. "My daughter in law" my patience was wearing of especially with what she said. No. Mom. I want mom, dad, here is he. I was feeling extremely desperate. "This is banarasi Saree beta, I brought especially for you. Wear it you would look stunning." she caressed my hair and went. I gulped, but I wore the Saree after latching the door. What's this? What is happening over here?

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