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Chapter 4

"My story is different." She said folding her hands

Shit! pouted b**bs.

"How different is your story. Care to explain" I imitated her folding of hands around her chest.

Look I tried not to stare but they are HOT and welcoming.

"It's complicated." She shrugged her shoulders and was about to leave.

Holding her elbows I stopped her immediately.

But she shrugged her hands frantically trying to get rid of my grip as if my touch was burning her, not in an intimate way though.

I was following her as she walked away from me forgetting the coffee that she had already paid for more upset than usual.

I am not used to following girls.

Its always been the other way around but this girl makes me do things..urrrgghhhh...

But I need to be in her good books and before we marry for convenience whatever I need to make certain points clear rather have a normal conversation with her without arguing or fighting.

If she ever gives me a chance.

"Will you stop following me? Its creepy" she stopped and it was so abrupt that she bumped into me.

I straightened myself trying to help her with support but she was on her own in a few and was looking back at me accusingly

What am I?

Murderer!!!

"You cannot follow me like this." She stated rather declared or commanded.

Wrong choice Miss. Girls don't dictate me.

"Why?" I asked giving my puppy dog most innocent boy on earth look that girl couldn't resist and added, "We are getting married."

"Will you shut up?" she said in a hushed tone obviously desiring not to announce it in public.

Do I embarrass her?

Nah!

She is cared by dirty jealous looks that girls would give her coz they cannot have me. Can I smirk?

Okay okay I might sound self obsessed but I am what I am.

"Cafeteria?" I did not meant to ask her rather I walked and she followed, her annoyance evident in the loud steps that she was taking as she followed me

Once seated her feisty side snapped back as she reasoned "See this is my college and I haven't told anyone about my engagement." She fiddled with her fingers moving her toes again like she was nervous. She said this time a little less confident "I don't think this marriage is a good idea. I am not sure about it."

"You are backing down missy?" I asked irritated.

I did not have another back up plan and this was the best with no loopholes.

My parents and granny already loved her and if she disappoints them at the end of the two-year tenure I will be free, free to live my life on my own.

"Its not that easy. Marriage right from my childhood I have been conditioned to believe is a holy alliance and to sabotage something as traditional with religious values." She shrugged her shoulders "doesn't seem right" she made a loud huffing noise as if this was running in her head for long and she finally let it out feeling relieved.

I could understand the dilemma of thoughts running in her head. I had been there too.

What?... I cannot have second thoughts? I cannot feel my moral cursing me while I am doing this.