I can't believe it

I can't believe that, I was him in front of me after so many years. After twenty-two years! Fuck!

He is not that innocent baby anymore. My baby. He is a handsome young man who acts like a brat. He acts rebellious. He is stubborn and very immature.

These are both my observations and his parents words. I heard them talking with Veer. I saw him arguing with his father. It was disrespectful, the way he was talking with his father.

Such a brat he is.

The moment I saw him. He looked like a model to me. He was clad in all Armani exchange clothes and accessories. From his black t-shirt to black shoes. All black. Another reason why he felt so hot and was sweating like shit.

He looked hot to me. He face does look a little boyish type. As he's just twenty-two. But his body, it's something else. Broad shoulders, puffed chest, sharp jawline, fierce intense eyes. Everything about him is sharp and perfect.

He is just perfect. More than perfect from my imagination. No doubt, I imagine how he will look when he grow up. I have a picture of us from our childhood which is my phone wallpaper. I just hope he never see it. If he does, I will be doomed. For real.

At present, everyone is busy talking in the living room sitting on the big L sofa set. His parents, Veer, Veer's parents and Priya. I came here with her as her sister.

I am sitting a little far away from them, on a love seat. I have an empty place beside me because he is not here. He is in his room, resting. We didn't exchange a word yet. No hi no hello.

After I introduced myself, poor him was a mess. He started to cough like crazy getting himself all red. He was sweating like shit. I understood he had a dust allergy. This place is not suiting him well.

I'm worried for him.

"Does he always act like that?" Veer's mother asked. She is asking about Sidharth's misbehaviour with his father.

His mother took a deep breath before answering, "Sometimes. When things don't go according to him. He is very stubborn and a little rebellious."

"You should control him Kanika. He must be young but he needs to learn some manners to talk with the elders. Especially with his father and you."

What a bitchy woman she is. Sorry Veer. But your mother is acting like a bítch here. Okay! I'm biased for him.

"Mom? What's wrong with you?" Veer looks pissed.

"I'm just stating a fact. Am I saying something wrong, Sidhant?"

"No, sister-in-law. You're absolutely right." His father has some grudges against him.

I am no one to judge him and his character. He is an adult. He can take his own life's decision, wisely. I'm assuming, he is wise. I don't know anything about him. So, judging him on others word will be wrong.

"Sidharth is acting like this because we forced him to come here with us. He wasn't ready to come. That's why he is behaving rudely with him. Otherwise, he is a very good son." His mother said in defense, giving a glare at her husband. Silently telling him keep-your-mouth-shut.

He did.

"Oh!"

"Yes." His mother is definitely pissed and she's not liking the way everyone is judging her son.

I can tell she loves him a lot and always supports him and defends him. Typical mother.

I wish my mother was like her. Unlucky me.

They continued their talk. It shifts from Sidharth to Veer and Priya's upcoming wedding. It will happen after two weeks in Jaipur, at Leela palace. I have seen that place on Google. It's beautiful.

"Shehnaaz?" His mother finally asked about me.

"She is my cousin sister. My uncle's elder daughter." Priya informed.

"Oh" She smiles at me. I smile back.

"Shehnaaz is the one who helped us find this beautiful house for you." Veer added proudly.

He considers me like a sister. When we hardly have one year age gap. He is 31. Priya is 29. She is one year younger than me. This is another reason why my mother is getting desperate to make me married to anyone.

"So you work at a real estate company?" His father asked. Unimpressed with it.

"I'm the owner." I told him proudly

A surprise grasp left him mouth not in a good way. "You're the owner?"

"Yes. It's my late father's company that I run now." I smiled proudly ignoring his judgmental look at me.

"Grow up. Mr. Sexist." I heard his loud voice coming right behind me. He dropped himself next to me and he quickly whispered in my ear, "Hey! Beautiful."

Did he just flirt with me?

I looked at him in shock. He just passed me his charming smile and a wink. Stealing my breath away for a moment.

"You?" My voice comes meek.

"Sidharth." He replied as a matter-of-fact.

I opened my mouth to say something but stopped when I heard his father speak again.

"Don't talk to me like that Sidharth." He warned. "It won't be good for you."

"Then don't act like a sexist dad." He answered fearlessly. "Then I'll stop."

"You-"

I cut off his father, "Please don't fight because of me." I look at him for a moment, "please?"

"As you say madam." He surprisingly agreed to my request. His parents are looking at him as if they just saw a ghost. But he ignored it. "I am so proud of you."

The way I just make myself feel butterflies in my stomach with his sweet words only if he knew. Only if he knew.

"Hey! Priya." He called her so casually making everyone grasp apart from his parents.

"Sidharth! She will be your future sister-in-law. Be respectful to her." Veer said.

"What does that mean?" He asked clueless. "How did I disrespected her? I didn't call her a bitch or something."

Another grasp from Veer's parents.

"Call her sister-in-law. Not Priya." His father clarified.

"Oh!" His shocked face makes me smile.

Typical American. They call everyone with their name, not bothering to see who is older than them or younger. He is totally American.

"It works like that here?" Everyone nods positively. "Oh!" He is amused. "I thought, I can call her by her name. She has such a beautiful name." He ended up flirting with her making Priya blush.

Seriously? He is so manipulative. I know why he did that. Proof comes next moment.

"You can call me Priya if you want. I won't mind." Priya has gone mad.

"But I would mind it." Veer is pissed. "She is my fiancée Sidharth."

"Shit! I didn't know." He acts surprised which makes me smile a little.

"Sidharth behave." His father said, voice deadly.

"OMG!" He hides himself behind me holding my shoulder. My body got still and tensed under his touch. I'm almost a dead person. I am breathless. "I got scared Dad."

Such a drama queen.

I move away from him. Freeing myself from his grip.

"What happened, Beautiful?" He whispered to me.

I didn't look at him or respond to his flirting. I don't know why I can't meet my eyes with him. Maybe with the fear of getting caught by him, about my feelings for him. I don't want him to know that.

Never. Ever.

He is younger than me. He is just twenty two. So, there's no fucking way I'm going to do something stupid, that too with him. My feelings for him are pure. But, I doubt him. A bad boy means lots of girlfriends. Lots of sex. With no moral in life. I don't want anything like this. Not a fucking fling.

"You? Okay?" He asked, getting concern.

In reality I'm concerned about him. His whole face is red and he was coughing like crazy. This place is not suiting him well. He got dust allergy. Poor him.

"You should go and rest. You must be tired." I said quietly, hoping he heard me.

"Hey! I am talking with you?" He didn't hear me.

Shit.

"Excuse me," I quickly got up from my place and walk towards the dining room to get some water to drink. Suddenly, I'm feeling thirsty. To my dismay he followed me behind.

Why God? Why?

He comes in front of me blocking my way making me nervous; so I look down on the floor. What's wrong with me? Get a grip on yourself. Remember you are a strong woman. Then why are you getting nervous in front of him? He is a kid.

"Are you ignoring me?" He sounds offended.

I cleared my throat before answering, "No. I am not."

"But why do I feel like that?" He comes closer to me so I moved back.

Maybe it's a joke for him or time pass but I'm not in a mood for either. I am not a woman that he likes to hangout with.

"Why are you running away from me?"

"It's- It's nothing like what you're thinking." I am still looking down on the floor, forgetting why I came in the at first.

"Is something wrong with my face? You're not looking at me? Or you don't like me?" He is hurt for no reason.

"No." I immediately looked at him, into his no-more-innocent doe eyes. I feel weak. His eyes are my weakness. I quickly look away not able to look into his intense eyes anymore.

I hold the edge of the table for some strength. Strength to get a grip on me and my emotions which is ready to burst at any moment running him and me. Us.

"There's nothing wrong with your face. You're thinking wrong." I told him the truth.

He nods smiling. "Good to hear that Shehnaaz."

Damn! Something happened in my heart again.

Stop. Stop. Stop. Don't feel anything.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a teasing tone.

He knows what he is doing to me. Fuck me.

"I am good. How about you? Are you feeling okay?" I ignored his teasing smile.

He gives me his charming smile doing something in my heart. It's beating faster than normal.

Get a grip. Get a fucking grip. It's just a smile. Just a freaking smile.

"Yeah right. Just a smile. Which is enough to make you feel the zoo in your stomach." My mind mocked me.

"I'm good darling."

Darling? A whole zoo runs in my stomach and my heart skipped a beat on it. Great!

I cleared my throat again. "Good."

I really can't believe he is standing here in front of me looking at me like a hawk. As if he wants to eat me up. Not in a good way. His intention, his unholy intention about me is clearly visible in his dark eyes. He is not shying away from what he is thinking about me in his mind. I am sure he must have undressed me in his mind already.

I'm in shock. Before he used to look at me innocently with his innocent doe eyes. Now he is looking at me intensely with his dark I'll-fuck-you eyes. He has grown up in a way I never imagined.

"Nice to meet you Shehnaaz." He says, forwarding his hand for a handshake. When I didn't give my hand he forcefully took in his hand for a handshake.

"By the way, I'm Sidharth. You can call me Sid with love." And he kissed my upper hand.

Get a grip. Get a grip on your heart.

"Ms. Beautiful." He added.

Kill me already

He is no longer my innocent baby. He is a grown ass young man with zero shame. His flirty smirk says it all. He is openly flirting with me. Jeez!

"Umm!" Nervousness is totally visible on my face and eyes. So, I quickly look down so that he doesn't come to what he is doing to me.

"Are you getting nervous around me?"

Jeez! He understood.

"No."

"Are you sure darling?" He is teasing me now.

I close my eyes and make a fist of my hands to get a grip of me. My heart is literally running a marathon right now standing so close to him. When his parents and family are a few feet away from us.

"Yes." I said firmly trying to make him believe in my word.

"Uh-huh?"

"Stop teasing me." I want to say this to him but didn't. Instead, I walked out from there and moved towards others to say a quick goodbye before I took a leave.

I can't stay here. I'll go mad if I stay here longer. Because of him and his nonstop flirting. But, to my dismay he follows me behind. I can feel his burning glaze on my back. Roaming from top to bottom.

He is checking out on me. Great! And, here I'm getting nervous with his glaze. His eyes finally stopped on my butt. Seriously?

Prevert

Ignoring him and his glaze, I concentrate on Veer. "Veer?" He looks at me raising an eyebrow asking WHAT? "I am taking a leave n-"

My words trail off the moment I felt him standing right behind me, almost pressing his front body against my back.

What's wrong with him?

I quickly moved away from him, seeing his mother looking at us weirdly. His father was shooting daggers at him silently asking him to behave.

"You can go, Shehnaaz." Veer said.

"Thank you," I nod with a faint smile but then

"Why?" It was him. "Why do you want to go?" He comes in front of me and stands tall towering me. He is so tall. Six plus. "We haven't met yet."

"We did. We talked minutes ago." I remind him.

"You call it a meeting?" He gave me a mocking smile.

I open my mouth trying to say something in my defense but nothing comes out. We actually didn't have a decent conversation. And I don't want it either. I just want to go from here.

"I should take a leave. You better take care of yourself." I meant it.

"I will do that Ms. Shehnaaz. But, don't you think you're acting rude with me? We haven't even talked with each other nicely. When you're his," He points out Veer. "Sister-in-law. I heard sister-in-law Priya is your cousin sister?"

"Yes. So?" I almost snapped. He is pissing me off.

"So we should know each other better," he leaned closer just to add, "closely, darling."

Fucking asshole is still flirting with me. In front of his parents. WHAT THE FUCK?

I look at him in anger. But he looked unbrothered and it pissed me more.

"Sidharth, let her be. She is a busy person. She must have some important work to do. After all she is the CEO of a real estate company."

The way his father said it to him, I can tell he didn't like my profession. In other words he doesn't like me. He wants me to go from here. I am unwelcome here. Getting the clue, I say a quick goodbye to Veer and his parents started to go. But he stopped me, holding my arm tightly. Again!

God why?

"Dad!" He is pissed. "Stop being sexist."

"You shut up!"

God his Dad! Have some real issues.

"Leave my hand." I whisper yell at him.

"Never." It's not just about me leaving his house right now but much more. Like he will never leave my hand. Never let me go.

Don't be delusional Shehnaaz

"Leave."

"No."

"Fuck!" I cursed in irritation.

"I will."

I literally lost my mind after it. He didn't say that. Did he?

"Asshole!" I forcefully freed my hand from his grip and walked out from his house with head high and shoulder straight. With confidence. But it didn't last long as he ran after me blocking my way to my car.

"Sidharth stopped acting like a brat." I told him in a firm voice trying hard not to get weak in front of him.

He walked closer to me and stood right in front of me towering me. "I am a brat darling." He dropped his head close to my ear taking my breath away. His hot breath was falling on the sensitive skin of my neck.

Breath. Breath. Breath. I need to remind myself to breathe when he is this close to me.

His voice dropped low and his warm lips brushed against my ear as he speaks, " You can do what you please with me." His words send shivers down my spine.

"You can punish me."

Fucking no.

"Fuck me."

Hell freaking no. Is he mad?

"I promise darling, I won't make a uff sound when you do that to me. In fact, I'll scream your name in pleasure."

He has gone mad.

Something snapped in me and I moved back ending that magical spell on me and slapped him. I know I shouldn't have done that, but it just happened. He made me do it.

"Did you just slapped me?" He asked in deep shock holding his cheek.

"Sorry." Then I left from there like a bitch which he must be calling me right now. But I don't care. I need to protect me. I need to protect my heart from him.

He is injuries to my health.

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