Story 2

The Gentleman Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 10

I sat on the bed already tired. We were at 'his' home now. His small bungalow was huge for the two of us. Three bed rooms, two huge balconies, a huge penthouse room which he used as a gym just outside which was a terrace swimming pool. I loved the pretty huge garden leading to the front porch. Couldn't  believe this was where I'd spend the rest of my life. Though in my heart, I missed my small cosy two-storey home. Those stairs that led from the backyard to my room. My room!

Here I was settling my clothes in his room. He was an adorable man. Totally the prince kinds. I was also smart. Many aunts had warned me about the sweet behavior of husbands when they were new and the change of colors that happened as time passed. But somewhere in the depths of my heart– lay the I Love You he had said. I panicked every time I thought of it all. It was too sweet to be true.

"Hey! The food man is here." He announced peeping into the room. 

I looked up and smiled. "Will be down in a minute." 

"Take two, sweetheart!" He gave me that charming smile and left. 

Can he stop being this lovey-dovey? I don't know how many endearments were stored in his head. But, it was awkward to have him call me by everything but my name.

"This is from my favorite restaurant." He said as he scooped out the chow mien and put it on two plates. Not wanting to seem like a expensive princess who did nothing except sleeping I took the Manchurian and served it out on our plates. It was just the two of us. Very awkward!

I smiled as I began eating."How's it?" He asked me as I took my third bite.

"Nice." Oh, I sounded so lame.

He gave a small smile. "Are you so reserved always?"

"Huh?" I stared at him.

"Just asking."

"Ah, no. I mean..I talk."

"That I know." He looked at me amusingly, much to my discomfort.

"Yeah."  I sounded rather stupid. 

"I am waiting to know you more!" I almost choked as soon as I heard that. 

"You okay?" He asked quickly getting to my side and rubbing my back. I nodded as he helped me with the glass of water. This man was really sweet. No Nisha, don't let your guard falls. Everything in life is either momentary or fake.

"I am fine. Thank you." I said.

"You still aren't comfortable with the idea. Are you?" He spoke again after a relative silence of few minutes.

"Everything is new. It will take me time. " I told him honestly.

"I understand. You can use the guest room if you'd like. Look, I am impulse driven man. I get excited too quickly, I ... " he sighed letting a small laugh. " Look, the thing is, you have no clue how happy I am. It's just inexpiable. "

I stared at him. Clearly impulse driven. Who kisses a woman on the first meeting? Certainly excited. It was written all over his face.  Very much happy. It was obvious from his behavior around me. Wow. We were in complete opposite worlds. How did he even fall for me? Maybe he thinks he lobes me, bit doesn't? But then he can't be so mistaken ever since he saw me? I was muddled up yet again. Time and again I found myself questioning his love. Maybe we humans or at least I had become immune to the idea - "amazingly good things happen." 

"Arjun. Give me some time."  That was all I could say. 

"You have seven births!" He winked at me. I shook my head grinning looking at my plate.

"When do you get back to work?" 

"Ah, " I ran the calendar in my head. "Two days later."

"Great. Let's..." I gaped at him. What was on his mind now? I needed rest. Needed my time after that week of having fifty people around me at all times. 

"Settle the house as per our needs!" 

Thank God. That was uncounted necessity anyway. "Hmm."

"So what have you decided? "

"About what?" I asked confused.

"About the room. " he said pushing in the hanging noodle with his finger.

I took a deep breath. Would I sound rude, if I said I wanted my room? But one day or the other, I would have yo learn to share a room with him. But why now? I can sink in the reality for a few days and then decide my course of action. But then I had settled half my clothes in his room already. I will have to shift them out again. This wasn't shifting money from one account to another, this was more time consuming and maddening especially for a girl – woman like me!

"You should have told me before I have been working ever since we came to settle my clothes."

"It's okay then, we'll stay in the same room. " he grinned mischievously.

"What!"  I gasped. He stared at me. Now what was running in the mind of his?

"I will help you, settle the guest room as per your needs. Anyway I am not going to work until two days so...might as well be of good use."

"Why?" I asked not expecting that. Wasn't he like the boss of his fashion house and magazine! Why would he not go? I had taken leave he hadn't. Well he didn't have to take one.

"I am on a break. " he smiled.

"Great." I said softly. What no! That meant him around at all times. 

"Oh, yes. I was planning to hold a small party, for a few of my acquaintances and business associates . "

"Today?" I asked baffled. No. Please.No.

"Of course not. Once you're settled. Then. Maybe next week or better Saturday?"

"Cool." I said.

"No. I was asking..when do you prefer it? I mean you'll have your stuff too. "

"Anything is okay. Just let me know." I said.

"Nisha."

"Hmm." I looked up from my empty plate. It was strange when he took my name. He was all serious when he did.

"You can tell me your opinion. It's marriage. We both decide. Not just me. "

I took a longer breath. "It's really fine. " how do I tell him that I am used to it? Used to letting others decide and I follow. 

"Okay. Look." His sudden sharp voice made me nervous. 

He sighed. "We can decide.  I have noticed ever since we've met. You are okay with everything. I need you to tell me what you want. There's no way I'd know. I don't want you to put up with this marriage. I want you to... Live it. Be free as you want to be. Do whatever you wish to do. You'll never have any restrictions from me. "

I could only look at him. It was hard to make him understand how I was. I wasn't interested to quite honestly . "okay." I said gathering the plates to put for wash. I took his while he stared at me. I and not the slightest blue about what he was thinking. But I was very out of place. 

I sighed reaching the kitchen putting the plates for a wash. I liked at the washing soap. I should perhaps wash them. I had no clue about the maid. A minute later he entered and put the waste foils into the bin. Perhaps he noticed me picking up the soap, and that's why said, "You don't have to the new maid will be coming in three hours."

I nodded, taking slow steps to leave.

"Nisha, you aren't a prisoner here. You're my wife. This house is as much yours as mine. "

"I know. " I said turning to look at him. He walked closer and I grew timid. 

The next thing I knew were his arms around me. I simply stood trying to calm my racing heartbeats. I was scared and overwhelmed. He was still a stranger maybe not as much but I needed time. At least I thought I did. But the crazy hammering and the warmth that radiated to my entire body was new and was already settling for the situation. 

"Get some sleep." He said pulling apart and kissing my forehead. Not lips! 

"And just be yourself around me. If you are uncomfortable with anything, tell me. Alright ?"

"Thank you. " I gazed at him. 

His lips curved into an enchantingly mesmerizing curve. "Thank you." 

Too fast? Too slow?

Different?

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-Anami!

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