CHAPTER 7
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I gestured him to give me water, to which he obliged, much to my delight. The water is fresh, almost mineral water, instead there was no added sugar. Hmm... it's not a bisleri or other packaged drinking water. So, he is rich enough and doesn't live in a congested area. The taste of the water says that he is rich enough for buying a mansion. And yes, in India, the taste of water changes with the living style. The richer the people, the less minerals the water has, giving it a sweet taste, but it differs than added sugar. Okay, so maybe my new 'husband' is powerful and I can't escape from him. Great! Note the sarcasm.
So, we are in that secluded part of Mumbai that has scattered mansions along it. This lessens my chances of running away.
"So you want to play cricket," Shahid asks quietly.
"I would like to eat something," I say, my voice heavy with sarcasm. Seriously, he can't bring me for and water like good kidnappers do. Instead he brought a marriage certificate. Like really great. And then he suddenly wants to play cricket. What a living husband! Sigh...
"Okay," he says, smiling sheepishly and giving me an apologetic smile. I ignored him and looked away.
He suddenly pulled me towards him, his hand gripping my wrist really hard. "Look at me when I am near you,"he growls. I try not to roll my eyes and push him away from me, creating a safe distance between us.
He went away and brings hot food for me, as if it was already ready and was just microwaved. I don't care as long as I eat it. I love food and I am crazy about it.
I eat hurriedly and in am unladylike way and he watches me amusingly. I raise an eyebrow at him as he opens his mouth, gesturing me to feed him. I roll my eyes at him and he pouts cutely. Of lord! Anyone can fall in love with this man. Only if he would not be acting like a psycho, he will have lines of girls behind him. I laugh at my thought. No, no one can be compared to my Gaurav. He is so much sweet and gentle. His smile can brighten anyone's mood. But I guess I will have to live with this psycho before that... I sigh inwardly again. :-(
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