His Pretended Fiancee`(spin off of Marriage For Convenience)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

"We all carry a baggage" I tried to convince her 

"Mine is better left closed" Sia said before she lifted the seat of her body to leave.

Sshhh I never told you it was pretty little dearie!

"Where are you going?" I asked looking at her abrupt departure.

"I am with you and safe. I am sure by now you might have called or texted Pari and Raj that I am okay and fine. So I guess your job's done," she said as she dusted the imaginary dust from the back of her jeans rubbing her oh so sculpted dearie in the process.

'I did not notice' I wish I could defend myself

But the truth is I did

"Wait Sia. Please don't go. Not just yet." I almost begged her to stay.

Today was the fateful day. I stayed away from the hospital, taking an official leave but the truth was I did not want to go anywhere especially hospital at least not today.

Though the phone call of Sia going missing stressed me out but her presence at the moment calmed me in a way I could not decipher.

Being with her was the best feeling I had experienced since years.

'Excuse me?" she was confused at my sudden pathetic begging.

"Please don't go. I want to spend the day with you." I said ignoring how pathetic I appeared when I begged her to stay.

"Sandy?" she looked confused and the as if realization dawned on her "oh! s**t you were playing candy crush too. You were upset'

I licked my dry lips suddenly worried if she'd ask for more information, information that I was not ready to share, not yet.

Thankfully she did not.

"You really are a sucker at candy crush." She commented, her angered demeanor changing to a mocking one "you play repeated levels simply to earn highest score?"

"Not to forget the goodies, candies, color bombs, wheels that come along as prizes" I said excited like a ten year old whose been taken to a candy factory and offered to pick as many candies he likes.

She laughed heartily at my silliness.

I knew I had to share my dirt with her

She'd shared hers

Though I still doubt if she has the potential to kill someone.

A bit of concern too entailed my mind what if she had anger management issues which can be pretty bad if unresolved.

But I let it go for the moment 

And then I state my fears to her

I don't know what stupid equaling up is in a relationship.

Although the one we share isn't a relationship in true sense

We are both but pretending.

Yet whatever we have is special

If you consider being mocked and humiliated by a girl special.

Yes I am that pathetic.

Eventually I blurt it out.

"I love my profession but I hate going to the hospital. The place chokes the air out of my lungs." I said then quickly hid my face into my palms.

I expected her laughter, some kind of mock reply.

But she stayed quiet, never uttering a word 

She just shifted closer besides me, much closer our shoulders brushing each other and she copied my stance of hiding her face within the fold of my arms, a simple gesture that spoke nothing but I could hear million confirmations that she understood and she was there for me."

Could I be that lucky?

Could this girl kill someone?

Would ever things be normal?

Thousands of woulds and coulds clouded my brain.

Still I chose to ignore the mist and live for the moment

I shifted yet closer if that was possible

Come on don't assume me being pervert you perverts.

We are having an emotional moment here

We dig deeper into our arms trying to burry our darkness and emptiness with each other's company.

"You moron you promised Belgian waffles" Sia shouted all of a sudden

Way to ruin the moment!

Was acknowledging me as a moron really necessary?

We were at Moonbucks, a cheap replica of Starbucks and even if there were few people around.

"Who wanted to go to a secluded place, away from the world?" I asked frustrated "are you on your periods with all your mood swings?"

"I can't believe you just went there." She said obviously irritated "we menstruate right. We get mood swings agreed. But that doesn't mean we are promised something and we can settle at something else. I want Belgian waffles now" she shouted stressing on the word and brand "BELGIAN"

"Now you are having cravings like a pregnant woman" I spoke and immediately shut my mouth for speaking the word aloud.

Not that I believe in stereotypes of not opening up with girls. But the fact that this girl has no filter and isn't offended or embarrassed by anything.

I wouldn't be shocked if she stands up shouting that yes she was pregnant with my child and now I am not buying her waffles"

Well corrections Belgian waffles because moments ago she was digging into some packed waffles

Trust me she has the potential to do that.

But what she did was out of the world

"Either I am menstruating" she stood on her feet, her black and white fitting dress making her appear skinnier than she actually is, tiny strands of her hair that might have eloped her rubber band now kissing her face as she moved and spoke loudly 

If there were few busy in their own world they too looked back at us "OR I am pregnant" Sia kept on shouting "stick to one stereotype, don't confuse me and yourself. You want me to be menstruating and have mood swings or you want me to be pregnant and have cravings. Either way you are at loss and will not get any action in bed."

"Sia " I shouted pulling her and requesting her silently to shut her mouth.

How ever amusing it was to listen to a girl talk dirty and openly but we had audience.

And no it is no exaggeration.

One of the couple stopped their mid kiss section only to listen to the drama portrayed by Sia.

Oh! Hello! I wasn't staring at random couples kissing

Please don't think so low of me

It was the girls red lipstick that was half smudged on his lips and the rest flowing down his chin

We obviously interrupted a heated session of theirs.

An old age woman with only salt hair and few freckles of pepper dusted here and there.

I am not obsessed with salt and pepper; I am simply trying to describe how old she was as she walked with the help of stick.

I wonder who brought her here.

She rested her free hand on my shoulder and said "Child don't upset the expecting lady. You may be hot and good-looking but if she continues on this nastiness, your newborns are going to be even nastier. And a guileless person like you can hardly handle one" she made a disappointing face before pushing me to follow Sia's instructions and commanded, "Go take her wherever she wants to. But don't expect anything in return." She wriggled her eyebrows indicating the thing thing and further stated " She is a lost case today."

I did not know how whether to laugh at her terminology of Sia being a lost case or be scared of people actually thinking that Sia is pregnant with my child. 

Before Sia could blow up at the old lady's assumption of me impregnating her I pulled Sia to take her for Belgian waffles.

But Sia stopped midway and reached to the old lady who was having her time with a similar aged half bald old man and said "If I am pregnant and perhaps my children would be nasty but I promise you one thing. I wont have any children understood you old hoe" she pushed her pointer enraged at the old hag.

It might be the fierceness in her eyes that the old lady shrunk into her seat, the softness in her eyes moments ago long gone and the poor old lady tried to hide behind her company.

"Are you gonna keep staring or you want me to go on my own?" she asked and like an employee who has to depend on the paycheck by the end of each month so takes all the bullies of her employer, I too complied with the desires of mi lady.

Belgian waffles here we come

I curved my hand in the shape of plane and let it move left to right ascending like a plane flying in the air.

Thankfully waffles were powerful enough to let my petty jokes which were receiving cold treatment earlier work and she started laughing.

Yes Sia had a straight face even when I joked on how big my d!ck is and narrated an English movie in which I saw a girl slicing off a hot dog which the guy showed off as his genitals and how I had been scared of eating a hotdog in front of a girl since then...

Really this scene actually existed in a movie which I did happen to see while I was young and thrown out of the room saying that it was pg13 and my elder brother could watch it since he was 16.

Come on there wasn't any sense of sibling equality.

And now even while I am saying that I was worried shitless at her disappearance she is laughing at me.

"You know being a doctor you should know to defecate in the morning. You should roam around shitless" she cracked "shirtless would do."

"May then we can earn money" she displayed her eureka moment as the idea that hit her head was expressed by her "we can walk on the streets of tourists spot and charge to display your six packs"

"What?' I shouted. This girl was crazy.

"Did you drink before going to the doctor?" I asked devastated, earlier the mood swing and now she wants to earn money.

"ssh.." she shushed me "I am talking business. We can actually double the charge if someone wants to touch your abs to make sure if they are real."

"You are insane' I stated at her craziness 

"No you train like insane to gain those abs, why not earn some money while you still have them?"

"She then stood on the stool "Hey guys abs on display" she shouted "50 bucks if you wanna take a look "if you do not like what you see money back guarantee. And if you want to touch charges subjected on your looks" she giggled

"Come down Sia' I hissed.

"You are scared?" she laughed "don't worry, I'll help that one too. Offer valid to girls and gays only"

Are you crazy offer valid to girls? Have you really lost your senses? Seriously you don't need a therapist, you need a doctor, a psychologist" I hissed at her.

"Oh I change the offer my friend here is losing it "offer valid only for good looking girls" she announced 

And if luck as usual was on the line of my antagonist two young girls probably school going since they were in their uniform stopped by "really he has six packs, for real? Can we see them? I can pay" the other girl said, "We have money"

My face might have drained all the color.

"A little glitch" Sia bit her tongue as if guilty of her own mistake "I forgot to put the age limit."

I might have a taken a breath of relief but it didn't last longer when the two girls made puppy dogfaces and Sia actually lifted my shirt for them to have a look.

Well the show is not over yet.

The worst was yet to come when I actually did see the drool coming out of their mouths over me.

Damn what is with young girls and me?

No they drooling at me wasn't worse, it was actually good if I ignored that they were too young but the fact that Sia did not charge them for display of my abs since she believed that they were our first customers, our lucky charm who'd attract more such customers.

I really wouldn't have bothered that much if her prediction was true but our next line of customers were none other than little guys not more than 8 to 10 years of age.

Too bad they did not have any money at their disposal.

The act that made me a character from the circus was the most amusing thing for Sia for she too joined in with the kids who pleaded 'hey show na! Once more, once more,"

It started with two kids followed by three then 4 till there were at least 15 who were possibly on their school tour.

They pulled my shirt and followed after me.

Soon I was running shirtless and train of kids was running after me, Sia being the engine of that train.

My life is nothing but Entertainment, entertainment and entertainment

For others.

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Aw!!" Sia cooed as she pulled my cheeks like I was a baby "I thought you were enjoying?" she pouted

When was getting your own clothes by a bunch of horrendous children meant to be enjoyment?

But I kept my thoughts to myself and continued the silent treatment with a mixture of cold glare towards her and that seemed to be working.

For she was bothered and was working her way to make peace with me.

First she apologized WITHOUT using the word sorry "I know' she puckered her lips "things went out of hand, mistake' she shrugged.

And now she was trying to lift my sour mood.

"Okay you can play my game of candy crush I am 10th higher level than you."

"You can ride my bike too" she immediately added "with me sitting behind you though"

I might have slipped a faint smile at that but still maintained the discreet.

Now this is what I call enjoyment!

"This is my final attempt" she said seriously "I would give a nice lap dance to you. Now smile," she said.

"HUH!" yes you are right I blurted it out that loud.

She smiled her vicious and victorious smile "exactly what could bring a reaction" she made a disappointed gesture "all you men are b@st@rds. Perverts, $ex crazy. Only thing that can elate your mood is hard core $ex" she stated pressing her lips into a straight line.

And then looking at my innocent confused face she softened and said, "nevertheless you finally broke your silence. Now come we'll go and dance out our frustration."

"Lap dance? Really you think I reacted because I was offered lap dance? You think I am that shallow?" I asked a little on the edge trying to maintain my temper.

Why would she think so low of me?

She scrunched her eyebrows "I was only trying to get a reaction. Your silence was deafening. It's not like I had already arranged a chair and lifted my bra to give you one. Although I am sure the vision might have popped up instantaneously in your head at the mention of very word 'lap dance'"

I bit the inner of my cheek embarrassed of how truthful she was

Don't judge people with the entire age gap and pervert accuses.

I am the man here with a libido and if a girl suggests It....

You are smarter to gauze the next.

"Dance at High Street club?" I asked wanting to suppress the pent up emotions I was feeling at the moment earlier depression the stress and now the hormones dancing all over

"Just what the two of us need" she said and joined in.

The club was not very busy4, today being a week day but it didn't bother Sia that she was the only one dancing on the floor

"Doesn't matter if I am dancing alone till the music is good and my booty is ready to move" Sia's ideology and I wholeheartedly approved as I too joined her on the floor before making sure that I have moderate alcohol, in my system to drive her and myself back home.

"Why did you go to the therapist?" the question was nagging in my head since long but did not have in me to ask her and invade her personal space.

Of all people I know about that better

She smiled "you have been planning to ask the question since morning" she caught me red handed.

"Its okay if you do not want to share "I backed off immediately "I do remember no asking about therapies" I imaginarily zipped off my mouth"

"modest much" she teased." She was probably high with dance because I did not see her drinking.

She then picked my glass of juice and started drinking only to splutter it back.

"Damn what is it with you girls?" I shouted out of reflex.

"Damn what is it with YOU" she shouted back "orange juice?"

"Who drinks orange juice without alcohol in a bar at the club?" she asked leaving the glass on the table as if it was some illegal drug.

I shrugged "got to deliver my fiancée home."

Her demeanor changed all of a sudden "I don't want to go home." Then she acted casual "Too much drama" she added humor to her vulnerability.

"I thought drama is in your chromosome. You should have gone used to it by now" I mocked along.

"I wish so too. And the reason I was forced to go to therapist" she stated and I was shocked at her sudden revealing attitude

She was mostly a keep out my life' person.

"Forced?" I couldn't help blurt.

"Can you zip your mouth?' she shouted "I know zipping your pants is difficult for lazy you."

My eyes involuntary went to my trousers to check if I actually forgot to zip my pants.

However all other guests of the club had their eyes on my private area by now.

Assume my humiliation as I realized that I wasn't wearing any trousers but track pants that doesn't have a zip.

Yes! You can widen your eyes.

I was at a club in my tracks and the only one dancing on the floor.

Perk of being engaged to a The Malhotra chick; owner of the club.

Anyways embarrassment, humiliation and me have already become bffs now.

So I am good.

I still stared back at her with my puppy dog face

She laughed at her joke "old trick" she said giggling more "but still works."

When I changed my puppy dog looks into death glare she started speaking "okay I was sent to the therapist because of you. So that little stunt" she pointed between the crowd and me "consider it as payback."

Wow smooth!

What if I try paybacks for all the time she humiliated me.

However don't worry. I am not the kind of person.

"What have I done now?" I asked running my hands through my hair trying to recollect if I ever had any conversation with either of Malhotra regarding Sia.

"You do not know how to pretend." She explained "Pari believes we two are engaged but not lovey dovey couples and she arranged an appointment with the therapist to counsel me on complete submission and dedication towards love. In short she sent me to learn how to love my own fiancé" Sia said angrily.

"And?" I wanted to ask 'and how am I responsible for this?"

But Sia was on a talking spree she carried on "The freaking therapist was talking talking and I was listening on how love is the most beautiful emotion, how physical intimacy in a relationship is important, how my fiancée kissing or pressing my b**bs would be much more alluring than I imagine as if I am a preteen kid and I don't know."

I wanted to help her; say something but stayed quiet.

She was speaking

But the matter worsened "she went to the topic of children. Se wanted me to have kids. Who is she to decide whether I want kids or not" Sia was in full blown anger now"

I pressed her hand to calm her down "they are therapists, they are paid to speak. She was doing her job," I said.

"No she wasn't doing her job. Her job is to help me ease my life, not complicate it further. And when I told her I do not want children. She said I was young and immature. She said I would be a better mother for I was a great person. I lost it. I showed her what a great person I was. I attacked her."