RISHI

What should I say now? After "hi" And "hello" I have nothing to talk about.

Of course, I know she is a Fashion designer. Her hobbies are cooking and reading. She is like 26 or something, now what else I am supposed to know. Her whole biodata mom sent me yesterday which I read just five minutes before meeting her.

She was sitting gazing at the Cappucino, that probably was more handsome than me.

Should I start by complimenting her dress? Her hairs? But her phone cover is really nice.

" It's a nice place" She said in a soft voice without lifting her gaze from the red cup.

"Yeah" Wait... What was her name? Shit! I read everything except her name.

"Hey! I am Rishi Seghal" 

Quite awkward but better than embarrassing myself for not knowing her name in between the conversation 'if we start the conversation of course'.

"Umm... H... Hi! I am Shikha Singh" She looked confused, probably because she was saying the same thing for the second time.

"The design of this table is nice " We both are designers I think it was best to say. But she is a fashion designer, designs with clothes, right?

"I mean design of the table cloth is nice " I corrected my earlier statement with a nervous smile while she just nodded still LOOKING AT THE RED CUP.

C'mon, I deserve a glance at least.

I started to sip my cappuccino not knowing what else to ask.

"Actually... Mr... Rishi... I... I... You... Know...it... " She was fumbling and it looked like she would start crying even if I said  'you look beautiful.

"Relax Shikha! You can tell me if I am making you uncomfortable, I will shift to another table. Please don't go by my words, I didn't know what else to say... So I just talked about the table cloth but if you..."

"I love someone else " She quickly said,  squeezing her eyes tightly as if waiting for someone to lash at her.

"Oh! That's great! " That explains her nervousness.

"You are not angry? " Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw hung low in a perfect 'O'

"Why would I be? I mean it's not like we are dating or something and you are cheating on me. " I said casually. She seemed so scared. Maybe like mine, her parents too forced her to meet me.

"I wasted your time " She said again fidgeting her fingers.

"Oh C'mon it's not like I am some CEO of the company  I anyways would have been sleeping" Although she wasted my time which I would have utilized for sleeping but she doesn't need to know that. She was already nervous, uncomfortable, awkward, and scared.

She just gave me a small guilty smile.

It was over then!

"It was nice meeting you Shikha!
And I would just say make your parents know that you already love someone. Make them meet your love, if the guy is good, they will agree. You are their daughter, in the end, they are doing everything for your happiness " I smiled at her and for the first time, she reciprocated with a genuine smile.

Nodding at her, I left the place.

At least this time I was not rejected because of being 'cute'.

Yeah! The girl I met before said I was too 'cute ' to be a husband.

Like really?

First of all, I don't understand girls' obsession with so-called 'bad boys'. First, they want a bad boy then, want to turn him into a good boy. So complicated.

*

"Don't tell me you rejected Shikha too? " Mom threatened with showing her eyes.

"Mom... I didn't... "

"I can't believe Rishi, Sikha is such a sweet girl. Did you reject her too? " She looked disappointed.

"Mom I didn't reject her. She loves someone else that's it" I rolled my eyes looking at Dad entering my room.

"Oh" Mom let out a sad sigh while Dad grinned.

"It's okay Bela. We will find a nice girl for him. Don't worry " Dad assured her wrapping an arm around her.

"Don't worry mom" I kissed her cheek before hugging her.
Dad pulled Mumma to his side and wiped the cheek on which I kissed.

"Don't Worry Baby" He spoke extra sweetly kissing her other cheek.

"Don't worry Mumma" I pulled Mom in a hug, separating her from Dad's arms.

"Don't worry Bela... "

" Shut up both of you" Mumma yelled, glaring at us.

"Mr. Father Seghal, go in the kitchen right this second and make lasagne for me. I am craving that" She ordered Dad clicking her fingers right before his face.

"But Bela... You know my cooking is a disaster" Dad tried to save himself but Mumma was in no mood for his excuses. "Ask cook about it but make it with your own hands." She sighed flipping her hair.

"Fine" Dad ran to the kitchen not before gracing me with his perfect death glare.

"And you Mr. Kid Seghal" I quickly straightened my posture.

"You are coming with us tomorrow.  Mr. Ahuja is throwing a party as they have recently opened a branch in New York, expanding his enterprise".

" But Mom do I really need to attend it? Dad and you are going already" I whined but she was in no mood to listen to anything.

"Rishi, don't force me to drag you to the party. You won't look great getting dragged on the ground with one leg in your Mother's hand and the other in your Father's hand. " She walked out leaving me with no other option.

For a second, I literally imagined myself getting dragged like that.

Hell! I won't look good.

If she says one has to do something then they have to do it at any cost.
Even if I try to stay home and sleep, she will ask all the house workers to ring the bell near my head. I know because she has done it in past.

I hate parties so much. There is nothing to do basically. Just go there heavily dressed, talk, drink, flaunt your dress costing a whopping amount, and then return home.

That means tomorrow is going to be wasted. What else I can do with Mumma being the boss.

*
"Dad I am not wearing that pink shirt" I scoffed at dad who was trying to make me wear the pink shirt.

I was covering my chest with my hands and running around my room.
Reason? Dad hid all my shirts keeping only a pink shirt for me to wear.

I would have worn it if the shirt didn't have a print of "Mumma's prince" with two bears around it.

He was running behind me with the shirt in his hand.

" Dad, just drop it already " I yelled but he giggled trying to catch me.

I fell on the bed and Dad sat beside me.
"Mumma's boy why do you have a problem in wearing this? " He pasted the shirt on my face.

"Dad please" I groaned.

"Okay fine!" He went out and came again with my black shirt.

"Wear whatever you want to but I will look more handsome and you know that" Throwing the shirt on me, he waved his hair with his fingers.

Rolling my eyes at his overconfidence, I stood up and went in front of the dressing table.

As soon as I ended up buttoning my shirt, Dad came pushed me banging his ass on mine, "looking great! " He spoke looking at his own reflection.

"No ways, I am looking more handsome " I pushed him before using the cologne.

"Says the one who didn't even know the spelling of handsome, Mr. Hen some" He smirked pushing me and brushing his shiny hair.

"Huh! Says the one who borrows my Hair gel and deodorants" I made a face at him, pushing him to another side.

"Grapes are sour jealous junior.  I am more handsome"  He pushed me again to stand before the mirror.

"Dad you... "

"Are you both ready? " My Gorgeous Mom yelled entering the room.

"Mom/Bela, who is looking more handsome? " Dad and I asked urgently as if the question was of national concern.

"Ah... Actually... Meera is calling me " She ran in her red saree trying to avoid our question.

Like always.

We both shrugged looking at each other.

*
Not even five minutes we entered the Hall. People here already started stealing my parents.

I was searching for a corner to sit and enjoy myself when something bumped into me.

A soft sweet fragrance engulfed my senses. I looked in front to find a girl dressed in a red mermaid gown looking in a particular direction. I couldn't see her face as her waist-length hair hid her face. Her demeanor felt as if she was trying to hide from someone.

Before I can even say or ask something, she left to the other side muttering a small "sorry" Under her breath.
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Please ignore grammatical mistakes.

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