Perfect Marriage ✔

Chapter 2

(Back in my cabin)

I checked out my paper which was thankfully proofread and damn, she knows what is doing. I found a lot of circles highlighting grammatical mistakes. A huge bunch of them which left me slightly embarrassed at the thought that my future wife must be judging me majorly for my grammatical errors. In my defence, the paper is still in draft. My heart argued with my mind.

And several one-words comments like crisper, repeat and 'MR'. What is MR? I wondered. Should I go and ask what MR means?

I smiled as I spotted her beautiful handwriting

MR = medically relevant?

Oh.

And it hit me that she wouldn't understand half the medical terms mentioned in the paper. Leaving me with doubts - maybe I should be marrying a doctor. At least she would understand me and everything that works with my work. How can someone like Khushi who does her corporate fixed hours in front of a freaking laptop, understand the hardships of being a doctor. And so, I found one more reason to reject to her.

Khushi's POV

That evening, Nk and I spent some time in between my meetings, checking the carefully curated list of my grooms. Everyone was meh. Nk definitely could tell the vibe of every men based on their profile and none of them seemed right for me either. God, he is going to be even more picky than my dad. But out of which, one stood out, since it was Arnav.  Dr. Arnav. The freaking doctor who was treating Nk.

Nk and I looked at each other in sort of embarrassment since we had mistaken him to be a creep since Nk and I caught me staring at me. A little longer than I would like, which made me feeling slightly uncomfortable. Nk who had noticed me uncomfortable, sort of glared him away. Maybe I judged Arnav too soon.

And with that in mind, I gathered up all my courage to talk with Arnav. After checking his availability with one of the nurses, I knocked him cabinet door and found him busy studying some of X-ray.

"Dr. Arnav"

I watched him lift his head from those X-rays and adjusted his spectacles.

I could tell that he was surprised to find me in his office.

"Yes Khushi, how can I help you?"

Urgh, how do I tell this guy that I mistook him as a creep since he looked in my direction at the movie theater and that he is now one of many suitable candidates to be my husband? It's all too stupid and silly, but honestly, it's just one of the very many reasons that my brain can make up to avoid my marriage.

"I hate to disturb you and I know this is awkward."

I watched his entire focus shift to me and it doesn't help but make me more nervous.

"My parents sent me your profile and I just found time to check it out." - I told him with a full bolt of panic attack incoming, worried about his reaction.

His lips turned into a slight smile and it really did lighten up his eyes.

"Oh. I have seen your profile as well. Three weeks ago."

Three weeks ago?? That must mean that he recognized me at the movie theatre. I am very embarrassed right now since I was with my boys and really not on my best behavior. Urgh God, why are you doing this to me?

"You recognized me at the movies?" - I asked him curiously.

Please say no. I don't want my future husband's first meeting with me to be at the movie theater where I was literally drooling over the hero of the film and definitely not on my best lady-like behavior.