It was Saturday and as decided, Pushkar, or Radhika auntie's son was coming to pick me up for dinner. Reluctantly, I was getting ready for the meeting.

'What are you going to wear?' Mom burst in my room, followed by my dad and my brother.

'This,' I said and they all looked at the black dress that was kept on my bed.

'Hey,' Kanishq, my brother, said, 'Kabir gave this one to you, right?'

'Yeah.' I said and Kabir's memories again flashed through my mind.

'This one is good.' Maa said, 'Get ready, Pushkar will arrive anytime soon.'

'Good or whatever,' Kanishq said laughing, 'nothing will manage to make her look decent.'

'Oh, get lost.' I said and threw my comb at him.

He dodged the comb and struck his tongue out at me.

'Enough!' Dad said, still looking at the dress. 'Are you seriously going to wear that?'

'Yes, dad.' I said to which he raised his hands.

'Alright, I won't say anything.'

I know it would have been so tough for him to say that.

My dad, Dr. Lakshay Kumar Chopra, is a dentist and he always has a problem with what I choose to wear. He is short and a bit fat, but he is the most attractive man on earth. He and I would usually fight on a daily basis, but since Kabir has left, he has been one of the toughest supports I have. He can be a bit irritating sometimes with his "Listen to me 'cause I'm the boss" attitude but at the same time he is very rational. He, too, is a workaholic like my mother and maybe that is the reason why his old age has started to reflect on his face. Sometimes he can be a nice listener and so sometimes when I want to be heard, I go to him. He is one of my best friends.

Now comes my least favorite in this family- Kanishq. He is six years younger to me and only the ones with younger siblings would be able to know what a pain it is to be the elder one. Sometimes, I want to smack his face with an iron rod but I have to control my urge because I don't want to get into any legal troubles. He thinks that it is his job to make me mad at him and let me tell you that he is very good at his job. Currently, he is studying engineering in a private engineering college even after everyone told him not to go for a private college- even Kabir. Now he is that irritation that you feel in your nose that doesn't let you do anything. He is a total jerk and I always want to get rid of him. Yes, you are right- I love my little brother and I love his horrible ways to irritate me.

I was applying my lipstick and something came back to my mind.

'Why have you put on make-up?' Kabir asked as I came out of my house.

'In case you forgot, I am a GIRL.' I clarified.

'No, in case you forgot, we are going to watch a movie.'

'So? I have the right to put on make-up.'

'Whatever, I don't like the shade of your lipstick.' He said and I understood where the conversation was going to.

'So, what? I haven't applied that for you.' I said messing with him.

'Hey,' he said with a smile on his face, 'don't you get too overconfident. You are not that beautiful that people will come running to you just to kiss you.'

I punched his arm playfully and then wrapped my arms around it.

'It's so sad,' I said coyly, 'no one wants to kiss me.'

'Please don't be sad,' he said and placed his palm on my cheek, 'if you want I can do you a huge favor and kiss you.'

'You wish.' I said and we started laughing.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts.

'Yeah?' I said and turned back to see my mother peeking in through the door.

'Pushkar's here.' She said and my heart started hammering. 'Come fast.'

I nodded and she closed the door behind me.

Maa hadn't shown me Pushkar's photo or anything so I didn't have the slightest idea how he looked. But I had one thing very clear in my mind- I had to reject him or get rejected myself. I couldn't get married, at least not at that time.

I walked out of my room five minutes later and saw a man sitting with my father and brother.

He noticed me as soon as I stepped in the living room and he got up. Everyone else also got up after him.

'Hi.' He said with a soft smile on his face. 'I'm Pushkar, Pushkar Ahuja.'

'Hi Pushkar.' I said and forced a smile.

Pushkar was a tall and handsome man. He had perfect stubble and was well dressed. He wore a black suit and red shirt under it with a matching black wrist watch. Maybe he took the saying "Dress to impress" way too seriously. He was the kind of guy who could give chills to any girl, of course not me. It wasn't like I disliked him or anything, but I was never a girl who would check guys out. Kabir loved that about me, because that made him absolutely sure that I wouldn't run away with someone else.

He said something for the next few seconds to my parents but I didn't pay attention to any of those things.

It was then he looked at me and said, 'Can we...?'

'Um, yeah, sure.' I said and both of us got up.

'Be safe.' Maa said and I smiled at her.

'Don't worry, auntie,' Pushkar said immediately. 'I'll take good care of her.'

With this we moved out of my house and I saw a beautiful black Mercedes in front of my building.

Like a gentleman, he opened the door of his car for me and motioned me to sit inside with the same soft smile on his face. He waited till I sat comfortably and then he closed the door. Then he quickly ran towards the other side and got in the car.

'Ready?' He asked to which I nodded. 'Let's go.'