11 Cloudburst

Amayra

I quickly applied the ointment and despite the pain, I left his room without informing him. Running downstairs just to be with my parents, I was anxious about what they thought of me. Why did I take so much time to come? I absolutely had nothing to say if they question.

Even while running down the steps, I procured the agony in my back muscles and managed to reach the drawing room but my parents were not there, neither his. When I came out, I saw a girl stepping into the house. Wearing a cherry-colored bodycon dress, typically sleeveless which hangs from the shoulder, she was looking massively beautiful. The girl had a lean, column-esque body shape and therefore she looked gorgeous. Her thin thighs were just looking like matchsticks and below it, she put on knee-high boots. She had also taken a mid-length duster jacket which she wore half, covering her right arm completely, felt like she returned from a party.

“Where are Uncle and Aunty?” She asked me.

“I don’t know, I am searching the same,” I said and was about to turn when she told me to get her some water.

“I am all tired…. Bring me water…. don’t look at my face …. go fast.” Her words came like an order. It triggered me but I cooled down thinking she might not know who I was.

“Please get it by yourself,” I said and step ahead.

“Don’t you think it’s yours’s job to do it?”

I stopped as words resonated like a command.

“What do you think of me? A maid?” I spoke in an apoplectic tone.

“By your clothing, yes of course.” She sounded in a fake British accent.

“If that’s so, then you look like a stripper returning from a nightclub.” I gave her a sweet slice of her own words.

These high-town girls always believe that they can make fun of someone’s clothing and look just because we don’t match their lifestyle. The girl in front of me was one such example.

“What did you say?”

“What you heard.” I thought to give her a stern reply but I heard Samarth, calling her name, aloud. Seeing Smartha running downstairs, the girl jumped into excitement as if she saw a discounted dress.

“Sheena….” He called her.

So, this was Sheena, his close friend, girlfriend, or best friend. Anything she could be! Not my concern

They hugged each other and Sheena sniffed her hair, passing me an obscure look. Looking at them, I walked away simply, leaving them together. The way they were hugging each other seemed like they were meeting after a gap of years.

Two friends lost at a fair!

I strolled into the garden area and found my parents and his parents sitting altogether. Reaching there, I found regret.

Regret of leaving the table full of so good delicacies, ginger tea, and pakoras. Regret going into his room, regrets of giving the towel, and the back pain because of him.

I looked at the table, they had finished eating everything.

Pity me!

Seriously, I took so much time to come that they ate everything.

They saw me and a little smile played on their lips. Everyone looked at me and a shy brushed on my face.

I hoped they are not thinking something different. I came and sat beside my parents, lowering my hands, bearing the pain in the back, and rubbing my fingers.

“Where is Smartha?” His mother asked.

“Your son is hugging a girl.” I wanted to say this but before I say anything, I saw them coming.

Everyone turned to watch them. My parents got a little saddened, seeing that moron girl beside him.

Usually, Indian parents would get an ounce of doubt if they see a stranger girl beside the boy to whom their daughter was getting married to. I totally understood their philosophical minds and whispered into my mother’s ear, that she is just a friend. But will my mother believe?

Samarth’s parents smiled as they saw Sheena coming, maybe she was friendly to the family. They came and began chit-chat.

A little introduction of shiny Sheena started and I noticed quite for some time, that he was outstaring me.

Was I looking beautiful? Or I stole something from his room?

Whatever it was, I didn’t like the way he kept observing me.

When the clock nearly stuck a time for dinner, everyone stood up except me.

“What happens? Is something wrong?” His mother lovingly asked.

Within a few minutes, I didn’t know how I gather the courage to ask in presence of everyone that I wanted to talk with Samarth. It was a bold move but as my dad said try to know him better, so I couldn’t leave a single chance to know him. At the end of the day, I needed to get some valid points on my behalf for my hatred of this man, otherwise, my whole plan of not getting married to him would be screwed.

As soon as I asked that I wanted to talk, I saw one person very contended. My dear mother looked overjoyed. One second, and she would have shed happy tears, thinking of me as a progressive child who was making an effort to socialize with others.

However, it was none other than her already dreamed son-in-law Samarth Gupta. My mother had already accepted Samarth as his son-in-law despite my restrictions on marriage.

In one corner I realized my announcement had shattered someone’s heart. Sheena looked dubiously at me. Watching her dumbfound face was a divine enthusiasm. It was no doubt to say that Samarth did not mention me. He must have.

When I saw her coming, I saw that glare in her eyes. Jealousy was building up and for no reason, I loved to see the sight of burning.

Salute to my clever mind!

She thought me a maid, by my appearance. Imagine how humiliating it could be when a lowlife girl judges you by your look. Calling her a stripper is derogatory but, in my opinion, she deserved that.

Moving on!

Everyone happily went inside leaving me and Samarth alone. He walked up to me unconfused and for the first time, I would say I was able to see his full-fledged face in a good dimension.

“So, you wanna talk in private? fall in love?” He was teasing me, I knew that.

“Yes, in love with your property,” I replied with an answer he was not expecting to hear.

“I knew it. You want my money and that is why you said you like me.”

“When did I say I like you?” I disrupted, jolted.

“Seriously? Do not back out.”

“I never said I like you and specifically there is nothing to like in you,” I made it super clear in a non-aggressive tone, carefree and rightly looking deep into his black eyes.

Let this idiot know that there was nothing fascinating about him apart from his lavish property.

He stepped an inch after what I said. The gap between us was closed. At that moment I was blown away. In a sultry voice, he spoke “There are a lot of things to admire in me.”

The typical male sexy voice jostled my entire grip of the body. Weakness emerged and so I took a minor step back, to prevent anything misfortune, and later my foot twisted.

“Are you so weak that you keep on falling?” He asked holding me.

“And you become the reason for that?”

“Aren’t you girls habituated to blaming us for everything that happens?” He asked still holding me in that tilted position. I did not answer just changed the question.

“Why were you observing me when we were sitting here?”

“So, you observed me that I observed you which means you were observing me too.” He smiled, changing my straight question into a riddle one.

“Whattttt?” me dazed. He ridiculed what I asked, turning my question into a puzzling block, and giving me a skeptical look.

“Answer my question first.” I poked back.

“I was wondering if your back pain is gone or not? as I told you to wait, but you went without me.”

A seriousness crept into his face. Did he really take that ‘husband’ word that sincerely? Now I see why he agreed to marry me as my mom told previous day.

“Why it matters if I have gone without you?” I gulped the lump and asked him. Worried what if he promulgates his love? But what he said, later on, pushed me to deliriously roar at him.

“You were either faking your pain to gain my sympathy or if there is any reason ….” He replied and I interrupted before he could finish his reply. Removing his hand away from my waist and pushing him a little backward. I stormed.

“You think I faked my pain????? How heartless you are! I do not need your sympathy Mr. Samarth Gupta, keep it in your pocket safe and use it on girls who lick your money.” The rage continued.

“If you think I was gaining your sympathy, then why in the first place you agree to this marriage?” I added and still, the cloudburst of my heart did not end.

The moment I saw Sheena standing afar, behind Samarth, witnessing our quarrel, I lost it.

“Turn around, one of your fans has arrived.”

I said and left annoyingly, not at all feel guilty about the things.