Marriage For Convenience (completed)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Having my legs crossed and leaning on the wall I have been stupid really STUPID in capital to wait for her.

You know why?

I have been staring at her for the whole lecture. She wasn’t at all needed in the class neither was she concentrating. She was day dreaming all the time while the wide tooth and glasses bigger than his face adorn professor was yelling at other students.

Yet she was in a hurry to come to the college.

Wherein she could have spent the entire day with Hot and cool guy like me.

Now don’t take me wrong.

I did notice hot girls in the corridor gawking and drooling at me. I am handsome but still the girl who is supposed to be my fiancé doesn’t even glance in my direction.

Instead she is face down as she walks out of the classroom and rushes to another wing.

No I am not a stalker but still I followed her earning quick appreciative glances from the girls around enjoying every bit of it

Who wouldn’t?

When I found her standing in a queue in the cafeteria asking for a cup of coffee I couldn’t hold myself.

The white tunic, white again with a touch of blue and she looks elegant in that simple outfit with blue denims below.

True Indian beauty….

I did not resist the urge to get close to her and swoon at the floral scent emanating from her and simply placed my arm on her shoulder from behind trying to surprise her.

However there is thin line between surprise and shock.

She jumped in the air and then turned around in a flicker lifting her leg right enough to hit me EXACTLY where the sun doesn’t shine.

“What the F##K” I yelled holding my crotch.

Yes damn it! You find it funny while I was embarrassed holding my crotch in front of around 65 students all staring back at me as if I was a psycho rapist.

“You are one hell of a feisty.” I shouted angrily obviously in pain.

“I.. I  am sorry. I did not realize it was you.” She came closer bending a little to assess the damage.

Shit who wouldn’t love a girl’s face to face with that part of his masculinity?

I know the answer..

One who’s been hit by the same girl at the same masculine glory.

“You came all of a sudden and touched me. I am not used to.” She said, genuinely sorry. “You are one hell of a stalker” she finished angrily.

Mood swings! Urgh.. Is she permanently on periods?

“Its okay. I never knew you’d be scared.” I tried to make her feel less apologetic and a little calmer too.

“Scared my foot.” She snapped back, ”It was sudden and you are not allowed to touch me like this.”

I stood on my foot feeling better after the little caressing my cupping of hand could give to my delicate organ and asked “Why do I intimidate you?” getting too close to her liking.

As expected she turned uncomfortable “No I am not intimidated by some lover boy who is fattu (coward) enough to not be able to confess to his parents about his love.

“Ouuuccch” that hurt.

“Whoa so my miss goody two shoes is not fattu and brave enough to admit to her parents that she doesn’t want to marry a guy who already admits that he loves someone else. Why? May I ask so?” I asked equally annoyed.

“My story is different.” She said folding her hands around her waist.

Shit! pouted b**bs.

“How different is your story? Care to explain” I imitated her folding of hands around my 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 conveniencewhatever 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 scared 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.

“I don’t want to?” she shouted irritated.

“But why?” I asked innocently.

She paused and stood in front of a girl who had a pen in her mouth and a book in her hand and obviously she was not interested in the same.

She pulled the pen out of her mouth and along came the dirty sticky drool from her mouth hanging through.

Making a puckish face she pushed the pen back in her mouth disgusted at what she’d done and then wiped her hands with her denims as if they were filled with the drool “See” then she waved at my tall demeanor “the Louis Vuitton shirt and Levi’s girls would drool what else, YOU are completely out of place here and following me” she waved her hands around her head scratching them invisibly as if I was bugging her.

And what did I do. I smirked

She was indirectly complimenting me. And when my inner stared at me defiantly I simply shrugged indicating that he was jealous.

“Was that a compliment?” I asked as I seated in one of the pale white faded chair of the cafeteria and waited for her to do the same

Once seated her feisty side snapped back as she whisper yelled “NO that was a reality check. You and me do not belong to each other for any business.” And then sighing 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.

Simply because I am a guy with a d!ck does not mean I am heartless or outright practical.

I too have been brought with the same set of beliefs and religious practices like every Indian.

“Pari’ I said the name with the utmost politeness dipped in honey “I have travelled from Delhi around 4 hours and I did not return home. You know why?”

She looked straight in my eyes, her browns a shade darker and vulnerable as she’d cry or fall apart any moment asking me to answer without saying it so.

“Because same thoughts had been clogging my head too. I too feel it is wrong to cheat my family but I stayed back, even followed you because you are the only one I have, I can rely and depend more than that talk to.” I finished waiting for her response.

I know girls quickly fall once the guy acts vulnerable. They have been so much fed since childhood about man and their emotional strength that one emotional strand that is let loose the whole cloth is pulled.

“We can still back up you know.” She suggested.

“Nay no no. You might consider me a coward but I ain’t. I have been taught to keep to my commitments and make sure that no coin is unturned for the same. I am committed to Samantha and I cannot back up now.” I pause looking directly into her browns “So are you committed to your Medicals and I have seen dedication for the same in your eyes. I don’t think you should back up either. Or is there something else?” I asked expecting her to confess her secret love or crush whatever.

Instead “there is so much more but it is none of your concern.” She said more to herself.

A loud ring and she stood disoriented “I have to go. I am committed,” she laughed and I loved the jingles of the voice of her sweet laugh.

Oh god I escaped the slap I was getting form my inner self and said mentally ‘okay I don’t love, I like the soft sound of her laughter Happy?’

I stared at her back as she was walking away and when I could no loner hold my anxiety I asked “Marriage’s on?”

She turned back, came to me and smiled “Only if you promise me not to get that flashy show off beast of a car to my college” she lifted her hands full of books and hit me on my head playfully.

And I got angry?...

Nay I wasn’t angry I smiled playfully back at her “Don’t call it animal, its my baby.”

She nodded her head dismissively and walked away and if I am not mistaken I did see a faint smile on her face.

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“Come on Sam I am doing this for you, for us” I said on the phone.

When I narrated to her the entire scenario of how my parents had taken me to select a bride for arrange marriage she laughed at me, not simple laugh but a full on laughter completely mocking my dismay.

She did not feel jealous when I told her how beautiful Pari looked in Indian outfit rather she too asked me to get one for her.

Now I am more than anxious to get that white kurta and multi colored veil for her because of the fact that she wanted to see how the pre play games feel when you are doing in Indian clothes, too much covered yet too appealing.

I never thought I’d be that eager to buy an Indian dress for her.

“Why wouldn’t you?” my inner slammed “you get to remove them” 

I smirked at my pervert thoughts.

Cant blame me; Sam is one hell of a $ex goddess in bed.

She might have laughed to tears when I narrated the adjectives Pari had referred to me.

“Small town girl huh, feisty much” Sam commented.

But when I declared my plan about marriage for convenience to her; heavens let loose, she was no longer the same Sam

“How could you do this?” she barked on the phone. “I thought you were serious with me” she was sobbing by now.

“Of course baby I am serious with you, I love you, I am doing this for us.” I stated the crystal clear fact.

“Don’t you use that L word with me. You guys don’t mean what you say. And what were you thinking when you proposed her for fake wedding?” she was blurting full on and I could visualize her whiter than milk nose turning red in anger and nostrils flaring as she spoke “you expected I would react ‘Wow darling what a plan. It’ll be fun. We’ll try threesome some day. How exciting!” the sarcasm dripped in every word that she spoke from the other end of the phone.

“I told you it’s a fake wedding there wouldn’t be any relationship between us.” I tried to convince her.

“Are you f##king with me Raichaaaand” she said in her American accent one of the few times that she didn’t use my nicknames; she might be really upset.

“You wont be sharing a f##king apartment, you would be sharing a small room and if I am not mistaken beds too and how long do you think two young hormonal man and woman can control themselves around each other?” She yelled the crying clipped in the harsh tone she used against me.

“You have to trust me Sam. I would have in case the situations were reversed.” I said sounding practical.

“The situations are as they are and I am NOT into it. I wont let that happen. You have to chose.” She said firmly.

“Are you breaking up with me?” I asked loud and frustrated.

I could hear the loud sigh at the other end of the call “No I am not. I am just jealous and possessive and I do not find it right.” She said calmly “I like you Raj I really do and I really want this long distance relationship to work but this is not the way” she said lost and forlorn.

“Okay I’ll see what I can do.” I finally gave up.

“Raj please you have to find a way out. You cannot leave me. Come back home” she begged.

‘I already found a way out but you did not approve of it’I did not say it aloud but I was tired and frustrated

Too much drama between two girls in a day was too much I could take.

How I wish I was back in US and I could get a beer from the refrigerator so I could think straight…

Damn the rule of not drinking in front of elders!

I was losing it..

Why do I have to select?

Between Sam and my family.

“Chaand baby” Oh no my mom shouted and guess where she is, next room.

She doesn’t have to shout but she does and the nickname Chaand, someone tell her it’s now a part of item song and its urrggghhhh…

“Baby granny callin. Come near us.” She continued her loud banter.

Somebody tell her that her Hindi is something I adore more than the English that she uses.

But nay!!! Its really cute the way she speaks and I really bite the inner of my cheeks to stop from laughing but still she is adorable.

She has been kind enough to unconditionally shower her love to me….

“Coming Ma” I shouted back as I gathered my thoughts on Plan B which were no where near my cerebrum.

Okay shoot! Come on I am not a medical student. So I can say anything whoa I wriggled my tongue at my inner self.

My humor timings are amazing.

“Aaha! Let me look at my grandson” my granny asked pulling my hand to make me sit besides her and then she removed a turban from a small wooden box and placed it on my head.

I wanted to throw it away honestly but the twinkle in her eyes… I just couldn’t do it.

“Channd my baby, so beautiful” my mom wrapped her hands around my head kissing the turban” and melodramatic Indian mother that she is she was almost on verge of tears.

I wanted to say mom guys couldn’t be beautiful note the accent beautiful.

My life is full of funny commotions we can make another ‘big bang family’ comedy out of it but my granny beat me to it.

“Silly it’s handsome, boys look handsome.” She said trying to hug me, her pale tiny figure hardly able to hug my arm.

Don’t give that looks I am muscular I work out six days in a week and before you object Sunday is a weekend*tongue wriggles * to my inner self.

“Same to same” my mom spoke but I ignored getting bored already.

‘Are you girls done?” I asked no longer interested in their maternal cuddles “I have to be somewhere.”

“Aww! My swwet bacchha[kid] always thinking about work. You should also enjoy life. You getting married early.”

My mom said in the best of her English.

“Mom I can’t marry.” I was about to say as I removed the silk red and yellow tie and dye turban embedded with a diamond motif on the right

“Wait.” My granny stopped me “What do you youngsters do these days selfless. I want to have it with you.”

“Selfless?’ I scrunched my eyebrows why are youngsters getting selfless? Am I? How? When?

The smartass my granny understood that I was in a fix “the one you pose in front of your mobile and making weird faces, kissing faces all that selfish”

‘Ohhhh Selfie gran ma” I tapped my hand on my forehead “you want a selfie?”

“YES” both the women of two different generation yelled together as they sandwiched me in between them “how do do it?” my mom asked as she tried impatiently with her new Samsung note-10+. Pressing the camera button more than once and ending up at the home page.

“Wait mom let me?” I slowly explained how to go directly press to the camera app and flip the camera icon for a selfie and again to a normal pick and when I asked them if they were ready they quickly took the attention and posed to kiss my cheek fake pouting and a selfie was taken.

When I showed my mom she was all shy and smiling and my granny “Wow now I can tease all my satsang [group of people who gather together for prayers] friends that I can take a selfie.”

“Gran Ma” I gave her a side glance “you are being naughty.”

“No you haven’t heard the song of Salman khan’s movie ‘selfie le le re’ its in and so am I” she defended.

“oh hai hai” my mom flicked the five of her palm “I also can use the smarter phone now. Can take a selfie. My kitty I’ll take selfie and sing ‘First let me take a selfie.” She added proudly “all my friend will be burnt of jealousy.”

Both me and my inner self for first time in hours agreed to something as we huffed with a loud sigh ‘I have the craziest of women around me’