When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage.
She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband...
I mouthed the lyrics along with song and thought about the dream I had when I was a teenager.
Every night, I made fake scenarios in my mind where I'd be making a delicious food for my man and then he'd enter the kitchen silently, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and I'd laugh in suprise. Then he'd sit on the kitchen counter and look at me as I cook. We'd share a conversation about how beautiful our life is.
Butterflies erupted in my belly along with cramps but I paid no attention to them. My mind was now replacing the faceless man of my teenage dream with Agastya. I couldn't help but blush.
Ek din is tarah hosh kho jayege
Paas aayege madhosh ho jayege
Maine socha na tha
Ek din aap yu hamko mil jayege
Phul hi phul raho me khil jayege
Maine socha na tha
I don't know when I was almost done with cottage cheese sandwich and papya fries.
I plated everything but then my gaze fell on Agastya who stood in the hallway. My body stiffened and in reflex I was about to turn off the music before he stopped me.
"It's okay. You don't need to turn it off."
I gave him a small nod but the song was way too romantic for us to be in same place.
"I-I'm sorry. I.." He stammered. "Can you please put the music off." He added to which I was grateful.
I quickly paused the song and put the food on table.
"I apologise for what I said earlier. I misunderstood the situation." He tightened his lips into thin line.
"It's okay." I shrugged. "Do you want to eat Pepe fries?" I asked, grabbing on if the fries and popping it inside my mouth.
"Pepe fries?" He looked confused.
"Yeah, a healthy alternative for normal fries." I added, passing him the plate.
He sat on the chair and observed the food skeptically. A laugh bubbled up to my throat. "Sandwiches?" I offered him.
But he took the fries and ate them.
"How's it?" I asked, knowing very well from his expressions that he didn't like them.
"Good." He mumbled.
"Leave it, try the sandwiches. I know raw papaya fries are not for everyone." I grinned.
He ate the sandwich and to my utter suprise, a low moan escaped pass his throat.
"Uh, this is so good." He whispered to hide his embarrassment.
And just like everything turned normal. Looking at him, I realised that it wasn't his fault. His heart is still aching for someone else, how can he force himself to think about having a child?
These mood swings will be death of me.
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