Hey everyone...am back again wid another update and yess, I know am late and seriously very sorry for that but you see I always want to give you my best and for that I actually need my brain to get going which unfortunately is very slow...oopss!! So, a vry big sorry from me to all of you and loadzz of love for understanding me everytime.... Now plzz enjoy the update and have fun!
Tysm
Love ❤Sadia❤
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"Sam, why the hell did you slap him? And why are you holding that hockey stick in your hand?" boomed my mother's voice in the kitchen and both of our heads snapped at her in unison.

Taking in her appearance, I noticed that she was wearing a pink T-shirt and black jeans with a shrug on top which came mid thigh. She had let her waves - which were just like me - fall down. She held the house key in one hand and a bag of groceries in the other. She looked quite nervous and...excited? Excited? What for?

Following her into the kitchen, Dad came with a very nervous expression on his face. There was a slight hint of fear also in his eyes, which was quite similar to mine. I quickly ran towards him, throwing the hockey stick down on the floor which accidentally hit Yash on his foot and he let out an 'Ouch' in pain before clutching his foot. A small chuckle came out of my mouth and my mother glared daggers towards me. I hugged my father tightly and a wave of relaxation washed over both of us.

"Daddy! Where were you both gone? Do you even know how much worried and scared I had got? And who the hell is he?" I questioned my father - even after knowing who he was - pointing my index finger towards the gorgeous but strange man, who was looking at us with a calm face but as soon as he heard his mention from me and my finger at him, a small but not properly visible smile appeared on his lips.

"He told me that he is here to become my boyfriend and he is the son of your best friend. Daddy, why is he saying like this? Please, tell me. Is this the truth? I am getting really very scared. Please! Just tell me. Please, Daddy!", my voice wavering at the end. My father just shook his head and turned away from me.

Now, I was actually getting on the verge of tears and just controlling myself to not to break down infront of everyone. That would really be a thing of shame for me. Crying like a baby infront of everybody. Never.

Controlling myself, I again asked him and literally pleaded to answer me but he was adamant enough, just like me, to not to answer me instead he turned on his heels and went straight to his room. I turned towards my mother for an answer but she too followed my father and went after him and closed the door.

Now, it was enough. I just couldn't help myself without releasing down some tears. Screw my thought of 'shame on crying like a baby'. The warm tears started rolling down my cheek which I was controlling very hard not to fall.

Feeling helpless and annoyed, I collapsed down on the floor, my legs feeling like jelly, and cried uncontrollably. I couldn't imagine my parents, especially my father, hiding something from me, specifically when this was so huge. I had never thought of something like this would ever happen with me.

How could they do this with me?

Deciding my future?

Deciding who will be my boyfriend without even asking me?

Not even telling me?

All this time, Yash stood there in the kitchen, seeing everything without saying anything. His presence was hardly noticeable to me because of his silence.

After almost 10 minutes, Yash strolled towards me and sat down on the floor, kneeling down. He offered me a napkin which at first, I refused to take but when he insisted again, I took it from him, muttering a faint thank you, which I doubt he would have hardly heard because he did not reply anything.

I took my time wiping my face and getting rid of the salty tears. Then, Yash stood up holding his hand out for me to stand. Hesitantly, I took it and stood up.

Patting off dirt from my dress, I returned him his napkin and was going towards my room when his voice called my name, making me instantly stop at my place.

I turned around and saw him opening his apron, folding it properly and placing it over the kitchen counter. He then turned and came towards me, stopping within an appropriate distance between us. My body relaxed immediately, which I didn't noticed had become stiff and a wave of disappointment came over me.

But why?

Was it because of his presence or because I thought he would come close or something else?

Uhmm...no, why it would be because of him. It is definitely something else.

Something else!? Yeah! Definitely. Isn't it? My mind said.

Yes? Yes! It is. Ok! Stop distracting me, you idiot. I snapped at my mind.

"Hey Samaira, I am sorry, ok! I really am. I never thought of doing anything like this. I really cannot help anything in this but am sorry again. It's all because of my father and his stupid decisions which is exceptionally disturbing." I raised my left brow at that and he seemed to understand.

"Ok. Ok. It's ruining. Everyone's life and I know that, believe me. I seriously never wanted you or anyone else in that matter to cry because of me, ever. I really do respect your father just like my own and I swear, I would never in my dreams would ever think to disrespect him or make him sad or tensed. I am really sorry again. Hope to meet you soon. Bye." He moved past me reaching towards the front door and his strong cologne hit my respiratory organ, resulting me to choke on it. Thank God, I didn't choke badly on it, otherwise his cologne would have been the murder weapon for my murder and he would have been in jail not in my house claiming to become my boyfriend. Oh I so wish that happened but no, he was actually handsome enough to not look good in jail uniform. My bad.

Dismissing my thoughts, I stopped him by his wrist, and made him turn towards me and we came face to face to each other. His body seem to tense under my touch.

"Uhmm...wait! Where are you going? We haven't finished talking yet!" I said to him. He opened his mouth to say something but this time, I placed my finger on his lips, which were really smooth and soft.

Holding his wrist with one hand and shutting his mouth with my finger, I probably might be looking like some maniac girlfriend but right now, I do not give two shits about it, not till I get my answers out of him.
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Hey ppl, so how was the update? I hope you all liked it and had fun. Ok. So up there in the picture... some of you might know him and some not...so for all of you I have chosen him to play the role of Yash. BTW, he is Ashwini Koul, for all those who don't know him. He is gorgeous and cute isn't he? Vote and Comment me about the chapter and how did you like him. I really do love him as much as I love Sumedh. (Ppl scoff) Uhmm...Okk... not as much Sumedh but still. Oops! Long author's note today.
Tysm
Love ❤Sadia❤