3: This man is sexy, very sexy

His dark brown eyes watched me like they were synchronizing me, from my head till my toe. His curved neck revealed his sharp jaw, which was sharp enough to cut my mom's vegetables. His manifest charm locked my eye-sight. I, even for a minute, didn't look away, and it seemed like he was facing the same dilemma. 

"Ahem, ahem..." the woman coughed dramatically, to which my reflex gave direction to my eyes to look towards the floor. The man, who was in the same awkward situation as me, reluctantly turned his head away.

I bit my lower lip nervously and take the nearest seat next to the unknown man. "So, um, let me introduce you to my family", the woman switched seats with his husband and sat next to me. She kept a hand on my shoulder and softly rubbed it. It kind of gave me a warm feeling, the same feeling I get when mom did the same.

"He's my husband", she looked towards her side. I nodded my head and smiled greeting him. Despite the innumerable prompts from mom's side, I stayed glued in my direction. Whenever my eyes met mom's she'd prompt "Go touch their feet". It wasn't like I disrespected them. I was just too shy and scared at the moment.

"And...." she smiled evilly "He's going to be your husband"

Husband..? Excuse me, Aunty.

Our eyes met again, but this time more intimately. The man's lips curved into a smile as he looked in my direction. I was nervous, anxious and oblivious. I gasped whilst looking at him. No, I didn't give him a smile. I just kept gawking at him.

"Ahaan..?" he was knocked out of his thoughts when his mom called him out aloud. So, his name was Ahaan. The name was pretty interesting. I doubt how his characteristics would be.

When suddenly I looked away, I was forced to look in his direction again. "Kyra, sweetheart, why don't you and Ahaan have some private time together...? After all, you guys are the ones who're going to spend the rest of your life together", okay, so this man's mom was cool, like really cool. I was starting to like this lady already.

I almost choked at the coke I was drinking and nodded without muttering a yes or a no. Oh, I didn't have any plans to act so typically lately, but my moves and gestures were coming out naturally and were awakening the bimbo within me. Come on Ky, you're an independent sassy woman. The feminist within me was offending my actions as well.

"Sure. I was about to say that", my mom interrupted. I fake smiled looking at her. She at once realized that I wasn't comfortable about it, but she totally neglected my level of comfort and led me in the direction of this unknown man.

I uplifted myself and took the lead since the stranger fiancé was quite unaware about the directions of my apartment. My heart was racing at an uncontrollable speed. I was scared, very scared. I almost stumbled on the floor because of the mat of my bedroom, but I somehow balanced myself and acted sanely. Oh, damn you clumsiness.

I settled my ass on the wooden chair away from the bed, because it was only one and had no pair, so that way this man couldn't sit close to me or next to me. Without any instructions, he comforted himself on my bed. "Beautiful room"

I stretched my lips into a fake smile and blinked thrice while doing the same. I wasn't mute, I was just annoying the shit out of him so that he disagrees to the proposal.

"Comforting bed"

I smiled wider this time and blinked four times.

"Beautiful smile"

Who was he, a complimenting machine? I repeated my actions and watch his expressions vary.

"Beautiful eyelashes", he uplifted himself and marched slowly closer to me. My heart raced again, and this time I tried my best to smile but couldn't. I was too stressed to do so and I guess he could make that out through the furrowing of my brows and the stress lines on my forehead.

"Don't you get it? I'm trying to ignore you, avoid you", I finally interrupt the silence between us, and uplift myself matching my height with his. I was almost one hand distance away from him. His muscular body, well-toned chest, and proper physique astonished me, no matter how much I tried to focus on his cons.

He had a stubble short beard which added charm to his face. His nose was straight, and his wheat-ish tone complimented his eye color, which was a shade of dark brown. "No, you're trying to annoy me" he stepped closer, making me take a step back.

"Then why aren't you", I led my pointer finger towards his chest but then brought it to its original position.

"Because I like you"

Damn, straight and smooth.

"You-uh", I stammered looking away. I tried gulping the whole of the lump in my throat along with his words. It was too awkward for me to look at him.

"Look, A-a-a" I stammered acting like I didn't remember his name. That's one thing I learned from Swaiyma, she always quoted that, call boys by their wrong names or act like you don't remember their name to make them feel how unimportant they are.

He parted my baby hair away from my forehead, behind my ears, and first examined every feature of mine, like he was longing to have this moment for a long time. "Ahaan, Ahaan Singhania"

"Oh, was this an introductory round? Well then, Hi. I'm Kyra, Kyra Ahuja" I mimicked his voice tone, his facial expressions, and his posture.

He chuckled like it was funny, but to be honest, it was the annoyed side of me which was so blunt and disrespectful.

I parted my lips to speak, but he kept his finger on my lips sensuously and pressed my back against the wall. I was towards the dead end, because neither could I march forward nor backward. I gasped realizing our proximity, and it could be observed that he was enjoying it.

A smirk formed on his lips, giving birth to a dimple. He licked his lower lip and continued "Kyra. You're so beautiful and I can't wait to call you mine", he looked straight into my eyes and didn't even blink for a second. Oh, what about me being disrespectful? Ignore game too strong? I felt lost, for action, for words, and for feelings.

"Mine..? I mean yours? Well, that's something which is quite uncertain. It's kind of a probability", I finally gather some courage to back-fire in a gentle rude manner, but, he wasn't offended. In fact, he was amazed. Well, at least his smile showcased it.

"Oh, so probability and all, feels like you're quite into mathematics" he cocked his right brow "then, I'll give you some homework. Try counting it", he pecked me softly on my forehead. But, he didn't stop. He placed his lips on my right cheek and kissed me deeply. My eyes widened in shock but I couldn't move, nor create a chaos whilst pushing him. He then planted a deep wet kiss on my left cheek as well.

After pulling away, he smiled, like he achieved something. I wanted to stab him so hard, but I also wanted to taste those juicy pink lips of his. What was it happening to me? I did a quick breathing exercise when he distanced himself away from him. The scented smell of his cologne still lingered in my nose.

The feminist within me wanted to pull him through his wrists aggressively and stab him innumerable times in his stomach with a pointed knife. How dare he touch me so sensuously? He walked towards the exit of my room, turned around slightly and smirked one last time before exiting the room. I pouted in annoyance.

After he left, I realized that I had 2 coins in my hand, one of 2 Rupee and the other of 1 rupee. I wasn't able to recall the memory of me having coins in my hands. After thinking deeply, a thought was registered in my mind. 2 plus 1 = 3, and Ahaan kissed me thrice. And I was unable to count it that instant. So... it was his way to make me count. I'm glad in school they taught us mathematics whilst taking examples of fruits, precisely apples. How dare he, again?

I stomped my feet, collected my hair and twisted them into a ponytail. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and observed myself carefully. I rubbed my cheeks with my fingers, as I could yet feel his touch over my skin. I was over-reacting but it was only because I was over-confused. Maybe I should slash shouldn't give him a chance.

"Kyraaaaaaaaaaaa", I rushed outside my room when mom shouted my name.

"Yes mom", I walked slowly towards them. I smiled back looking at aunty's cheerful face.

I was expecting Ahaan to sit in the place he was previously sitting, but on detecting his absence, I stayed silent. "I know you're searching for Ahaan", her mom teased.

No. I really wasn't, or maybe I was. "No-umm-not really", I looked down shyly. I was being accused of crushing on him openly.

"He left this for you" she handed me the letter which was sealed with a heart-shaped sticker. I took possession of it, and mouthed her a 'thank you'

"Since the wedding is going to happen, let's make certain things very clear", Ahaan's dad rubbed his palms and interrupted the silence gathering all the attention. "Ahaan is strictly against dowry, so, we want you to bid farewell to Kyra with minimal stuff", he rested his chin on his knuckles and continued "Plus, I guess this Saturday is one hell of a perfect day"

"It's too soon, isn't it?" finally my dad blessed the environment with his voice.

"We'll get the preparations done", Okay, should I be impressed by his family for not entertaining dowry, or should I be indignant of his father's dominant nature.

"Bu---"

"We're okay with it", dad's statement was slaughtered by moms. Dad simply nodded and didn't utter another word. My father was a simple man. He was too dedicated to his job, plus he never spoke more than required. Now that he no longer had the job, silence kind of remained constant with him, even after retirement. I wonder what negative proof this family have against my father.

Ahaan's mom side hugged me and stood straight as she straightened her dress like she was preparing to leave. "We have 5 days. Only 5 days. Ahaan is my only male child. I want this marriage to be as glamorous as possible"

"Sweetheart, it isn't Lakme fashion week. Marriages are beautiful, they aren't glamorous"

"Whatever", she did a quick hair flip. This woman was literally goals. I had no clue about what equation I'm going to have with his son, but I was pretty sure to have one hell of a rocking equation with her.

"We'll see you tomorrow then", Ahaan's mom hugged my mom and shook hands with my father. The couple turned facing me, pulled my cheeks, removed a huge envelope of cash from their bag, turned it over my head twice, and handed it to me. I, at first rejected it, but when she was being too forceful accepted it.

As soon as they left, Swaiyma who was observing us from afar sprinted in my direction and yanked the envelope which had money from my hand. "You earned real big. I'm wondering if Ahaan has a younger brother", everyone present in the room started laughing while dad's straight face was constant. She even tried grabbing Ahaan's letter from my hand but I had a firm grip over it.

"I'm sorry if it's all going very quickly. I just don't have another choice", dad's eyes were filled with guilt. It felt like I was liable for his guilt, for putting him into a situation. If I hadn't shown any tantrums earlier then dad wouldn't have felt this way. But, it all happened, and the anger was natural too.

"I'll do whatever it takes to protect you Paa", I smiled and rested my head on his chest. He curled his hands around me comforting me. That moment, he could tell me, stop loving Shah Rukh Khan or Francisco Lachowski and trust me I would.

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