The Clingy Fiancee

Chapter Eleven

Whatever I was doing, it had to stop. Throwing myself at Neil as if nothing had changed was only going to make things harder for me – and I didn’t want to get used to him again. The two months after our break up was hard enough for me to cope up with, now being with him for an indefinite amount of time and then leaving him was surely going to f**k with both my heart and brain.

With this, I realised that it was better if we returned to India soon, so that he could gain his lost memories as soon as was humanly possible. If I couldn't achieve that in four months or so, then I would gladly (and reluctantly) hand over the reins to his parents who would more than happily help him more than I ever could. Things had been hard for me with Neil's presence and prodding time and again. That day when Misha had found us hugging in the kitchen had no effect on Neil whatsoever. He was still the same - if he wanted something, he was not going to let anyone come in between him and what he wanted.

And that led to him behaving like a spoilt brat for the entire day. Even Misha had stopped hounding him about his lack of manners when it came to me.

Which meant that no one was stopping him from prying into my life - not even his gentlemanly manners. He wanted to know every single detail about me, from when and where I was born, to what the name of my fiance was and what he did for a living.

All the questions he had technically asked about himself were the ones I had stubbornly refused to answer.

Luckily for me, Dr. Adrian was home-bound today which meant that I could get over with this one last thing left to do in Russia. Once I got to know the dos and don'ts for taking care of him all by myself, I was sure I was going to head back to India with Neil as soon as I could.

I only had to ask Misha when her son was going to arrive, and she started gushing about him with that proud gleam all mothers had in their eyes when it came to their successful children.

We were sitting at the dinner table, with Misha at the head of the table and Neil right across me.

And it was quite clear to me that Neil was not exactly liking the way Misha was ranting about her son.

Misha went on and on about his achievements ever since Dr Adrian was a child. I had to admit, I was so damn impressed with his work and his selflessness when he treated his patients and helped the others. The woman who was going to spend her lifetime with him was surely going one hell of a lucky girl.

"...Apart from all of that he is a perfect gentleman and so humble. He has accomplished so much at such a young age, and still doesn't let it get to him. With not even a little arrogance in him, my son is the most handsome man in the world!" Misha gushed with stars in her eyes.

I was just about to praise him even more when I spotted Neil scowling at his plate from the corner of my eyes. Clearly, all these praises about Adrian were making him feel...inferior. A part of me wanted to tell him the truth, that Neil would always be the most handsome man in the world for me, and that what he had accomplished alone was far more than what Adrian had. I wanted to tell that Neil's selflessness knew no bounds, with how he had taken care of me, and with how he had always put everyone else's interests above him. He didn't know now, and he didn't know then, how he had the ability to put smiles on the saddest of faces.

He received so many blessings from elders and children alike, and that had been another reason why I had refused to believe that a man with such good intentions in his heart could die such a stupid death.

I wanted to tell him all of it, I wanted to tell him the unending list of things about him that had me falling in love with him over and over again.

But I didn't say a thing and instead, I stared at him.

Sensing the silence, Misha stopped her gushing and looked at me. I still didn't look at her, because I was staring at Neil, hoping for him to look up at me and meet my eyes soon.

And he did. When Misha had stopped talking, he released a deep sigh and looked up only to find that I was staring at him. His scowl softened slowly, and he raised a brow at me. I stared at him even more intently, and slowly my lip twitched into a smirk.

"Jealous, M?"

His scowl returned, and he huffed, "Of course not. Perhaps, in my past life, I was more accomplished than him, perhaps not. There's nothing to be jealous about such a kind-hearted man." He narrowed his eyes, "Everything was right, but he is not as handsome as I am."

I threw my head back and laughed at him, loudly.

Giggles after giggles left my mouth, remembering the times he had done the same thing when he had caught me checking someone - a man, to be specific - out.

Once I had laughed enough, I had been expecting to find him pouting or scowling at my laughter, but when I met his gaze, I realised that he was staring at me with a familiar emotion in his eyes, the one that I knew very well.

He always looked at me like that when I acted like a crazy, out of my mind maniac, or like an insane, moody brat. The look that said: She's crazy, but she's all mine to love. Whenever he looked at me like that, he ended up kissing me senseless.

I stopped laughing.

That one emotion had always melted my heart, and it still did. A dull ache, once again settled in my chest, and I wished for things to return back to normal, soon. Either that, or that he stopped looking at me like that all the time. Why couldn't he remain aloof and emotionless all the time? Even though he kept his face straight, his eyes were the most expressive part of him and I had learned to read them over the years.

"You know, Misha," He started, "I don't really think Myra needs to talk to Adrian. You know enough about me as it is, why is there a need for her to meet him? You can tell him all she needs to know."

Misha slapped her forehead, and my eyes widened. Neil, then, did not like doctors - especially male doctors. No, it was not about the injections, surgical instruments, or the fear of hospitals in general.

He didn't like hospitals because he knew I had a thing for doctors in general. It could be because there was a time when I had wanted to pursue medicine, or just because I idolized doctors too much and had been attracted to one or two in my life. It had always disturbed Neil back when we were dating, and though he was never insecure (he knew I loved him too much) he always made sure that I was not around doctors for too long enough for them to charm me.

I realised that that feeling still stuck with him.

"No, son. I don't know everything," she began to explain, sighing in exasperation. She sent me a look that clearly told me that Neil had not behaved like this before, "I only know half of the things that are important to take care of you in such a delicate state. However, Myra will need to learn every little do and don't in case you really do find someone who knows you. The knowledge I have is superficial; the knowledge she needs is an in-depth one because she has volunteered to be with you for the indefinite amount of time until you gain your memories."

Apparently, there was one piece of information Neil still had no idea about.

"Wait... What you just said, you mean, Myra will be taking care of me till my memories return? I mean... I will be staying with Myra?

His face was stoically impassive, yet his eyes had lit up like it was Diwali.

"Of course, I will." I said, "Did you really think I was going to drop you at the airport alone to fend off for yourself after that? If I have taken responsibility to taking you back to India, why wouldn't I help you further? You don't mind, do you?"

"No of course, I don't mind." Yes, of course, you sound too excited to mind right now. "But living accommodations, my expenses...?"

I nodded, "Don't worry about that. I have rented a three bedroom apartment back in Chandigarh so I think we both will be comfortable in there. About your expenses, we'll find a job suitable for you soon."

Neil paused to think, clearly feeling uncomfortable about someone else paying for his needs till he could find his own job.

"I think that's alright with me." He gave in, slowly nodding his head.

This time, Misha did not continue to talk about her son like she was doing before. It seemed like she had realised that Neil was getting uncomfortable so she kept her rants to herself. Yet, I could see her longing glances towards the door, like she was expecting her son to walk in any moment.

"If I had known that such a beautiful woman was waiting for me back at home, I swear I would've come sooner."

With the way Neil scowled from right across me, I think it was quite obvious that Dr Adrian was home.