~ABHIMAAN MALHOTRA ❤️ SAMANTHA SINGH~
"Tell me, wifey. You were so eager to marry me, huh? Do you have any extra needs that I can fulfill?" she fumed in anger upon hearing his disrespectful words. She raised her hands only to slap him and shut his m...
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Sangeet day....
I stretched my arms and events from the last day flashed my mind. I watched Amaira sleeping peacefully beside me. Papa sent her with me last night, giving me a reason that I was not well enough to be alone. So, I should take Amaira with me, it was better that way rather than staying in the mansion. I wanted to live these last days with the memories I had in my house. The happy memories filled with me and my Dad.
Even though our family wasn't the one to be named as such, that's what others said, we weren't complete. As if I ever cared when I had my father around me. He was my world. I was his. And I never said this to make myself believe that we were complete in every way, it was for real. My Dad was everything to me. So I was for him. He dedicated his whole life to me, giving me everything in fact more than I ever deserved.
And I often doubt the fact that a mother figure would have given me the same love and affection as what I received from my Dad. From giving me my favourite toys to giving me the right knowledge, from teaching me the importance of love in our lives to making my heart believe how it can actually change you as a person.
From baking pancakes for me to making me understand how it is important to live independently in this world. What a real education means. What real freedom means. My Dad taught me with the best sets of belief. And I will never be able to return to him what he has given to me in this lifetime.
I didn't realise myself sobbing until the drop of tears made my cheeks wet. I saw Amaira shifting to my side as if she was about to wake. I wiped off my tears instantly, covering her with the blanket when a soft smile appeared on her sleepy face. I don't know how but each and every member of the Malhotra family has started making their way to my heart. As if I know them from always.
The thought of receiving the love I never thought I would ever get left a soft smile to my face, making me remember that I'm one day close to actually calling them my own family.
I never wanted this marriage to be like a grand wedding but to let you know that Malhotra's are people of rituals. After all they are the richest people in our country. And how can you not expect their son's marriage to be so simple?
I better choose not to say anything into this as I didn't feel the right way to stop them from doing anything in their son's marriage just because it's a forced marriage. That's something not in my hands.
Ignoring everything behind, I helped myself take a long, soothing shower, I got myself ready in a pink suit. Don't forget to mention the colour of mehandi, yes, it's a dark brown. I blushed looking at it.
