First chapter, let's gooo!🤸🏼

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Anaika

I was dressed beautifully in a saree by the help of my mother. I looked myself at the mirror and I only saw a woman who's not ready to love in her life.

When will I be ready? No one knows, so do I.

"You look wonderful, my darling." My mother cooes as she kissed my forehead. She must be that happy since her lips reaching each side of her ears and that is why I'm doing this. To see my parents happy.

Actually, I won't say I'm not willing to love. I have fair share of dreams for a big family, lots of children running all around the corner of the house. But in order to have such happiness, you must have a loving partner. A loyal and caring once as well for a husband, who will accept me just the way I am.

People would say that I'm gifted in my living right now. Being the one and only daughter from the wealthiest and respectful family lineage, I'm always cherished by the humans around me. Or perhaps otherwise, that goes behind my back. As one of it will be the rumours and speculations of the final lineage from this powerful family, became a woman. Not even a glowing beauty with a splendid form of complexion but just the opposite.

Which is myself, a 27 year old who's still yet to be married or breezed by any men's possible attention. I don't need to say why when everyone gets to see it everyday and it can't be covered, especially when it's the first thing every men will be fantasizing about.

My body.

"Let's go, dear. We have been here for so long and we don't want your father to embarrass us by running out of words, would we?" She chuckles and that made me to smile as well. We walked out of my room and went down the stairs, my house crowded today with many relatives and friends.

Though I caught some unfamiliar faces which might be them. My first suitor with his family to visit us. Just by getting close to them, I could feel my heart thumping loudly. I'm being nervous, this is my first time having a suitor over after all those rejections over my appearance.

I just wish this man is prepared to get to know my inside more than my outside. I took in a silent breath and focused my eyes on them.

Suddenly I light gasped by a pair of eyes which faintly clouded my mind since two weeks ago. Even though it wasn't that clear day by day, I would recognize that particular eyes anytime.

A sincere connection in a flick of second, although it didn't last long on our first meeting.

"Oh, dear....you look magnificent." A lady among them which I assumed to be my future mother in law said as she gave me a hug.

I am highly intuitive and a great observant as well, especially since I started to take care of my family business several years ago by meeting so many different human beings. So let me be clear, I can roughly sense their mind and physical languages.

To be honest, this woman is pretending her smile and her hug few seconds ago only showed her unwillingness.

Going back to the man who still has his eyes on me, I couldn't break contact. I begin my wavering on him and I sucked in a breath at his mind-blowing form.

"He looks too good for her." I heard my cousins sisters whispering behind on my right and I knew I wasn't the only one being effected by this man's beauty. Yet, they were right, he looks too good for me.

He averted his gaze quickly away from me and after that, all I saw on his handsome face was remorse.

Is he already aggravated that he had to be arranged for a fat woman? Was it the way I look that makes me a giant wrapped in a single red cloth?

Wait, I can't think of myself this way. I have accomplished so many things in my life with this body and just because that man doesn't like what he sees, doesn't mean it's the end of the world.

Well, I might be insecure of my large body but I'm not weak enough to let someone treat me this way. How can I master a successfully striving work life and went up the stages to receive awards on my surging efforts, even though I'm fat?

It is all because I'm confident of myself. My intelligences and confidences level are way more higher than what I see everyday beyond my face on the mirror. I don't let people's direct judgement on myself. Maybe that's why I can tolerate this rumours which is behind my back no matter how close I am to them.

Coming back to him, he's expression was still the same and he looks rather sad than remorseful now while looking on floor. He do rather look like he's not ready for any of this at all. Why does my instincts spice up that it's not because of me?

Anyhow, he might be irresistibly good looking but that doesn't give him the right to be this offended when it should have been either a yes or a no from his side to marry me. But if he's here with his family to ask for my hand, then it must be a yes, so why have to react this way?

There's some point in situation where you should speak out and I did for my peace of mind. "Can I talk to...." I looked at him and then my parents for his name.

"It's Aditya, dear." His mother replied quickly.

"Aditya?" I pronounced his name which I longed to know since the past few weeks with a plastered smile. "I'm Anaika and I wish to talk to him alone."

Everyone set their eyes on me and my parents gave me this curious looks. They know their daughter very well than anyone in this hall so they wasn't surprised but just a little worried of why am I doing this.

The adult gestured to give us some time alone and I went up to my parents. "Don't worry, you guys. I'm just going to have a simple conversation." I whispered to them for their assurance and they gave me a nod with look of hope.

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We were in utter silence. I leaned myself  by the railing on the balcony and he was standing with his hands tightly clasped like a child afraid of being punished. Though his eyes was not on me, I had my whole vision on him. Slowly the event of our first meeting flew upon my head and that got me really curious.

On the day, I was very angry at one of my employee for showcasing a lousy project presentation and I was trying to convince the potential investor to give us a second chance. It was a bad morning for me and I'm five minutes late for an important meeting. I just picked up my coffee to refresh my mind when I had a phone call from my project manager regarding the presentation.

Not even taken a sip but while on my way out the cafe, I bumped into a person. Resulting the coffee to spill all over me.

"Oh my God!" I muffled in frustration and the investor was being so persistent in the call by describing how terrible the project was explained to him.

I put the call on muet for a second and snapped at the man. "Watch where your going!  Now I smell like cof-" I stopped myself when I saw him flinching away. I looked up at him and his eyes were of fear, nearly tearing. But that still didn't stop me from watching those beautiful eyes sparking my entirety. I went speechless and I felt something strong against him, his eyes were so deep that it almost sunk me in.

"My God, what have you done? My apologies, madam. He's a new staff and very clumsy at times. I will get you a new one real quick." Mr Loo, the manager of the cafe said apologetically and that draw me away from my reveries.

He was the waiter of the cafe and he mentioned that he's a new staff. I couldn't put myself back in dealing this as an issue anymore as something in me really drawn my mind to him.

"No need for that. I am already late for a meeting." I said to Mr Loo and took a glance at him once before leaving the cafe in rush. Regretting not getting his name.

That's how my first meeting with him went and I can't believe I had a full clear vision of what happened that day.

But, wait a minute!

He was the waiter.

He was the waiter from the cafe? My parents told me that their family is some sort of big shots as well but why was their son be working in a cafe? As a waiter.