Thanks for all the amazing feedback on Baby Hold On's finale everyone:) Means a lot to me...
I tried to finish up Desert Heat's next chapter by this weekend but well, I got sidetracked by real life. Will try to continue it after work tomorrow or Tuesday.
Till then, here's a teaser for Secret Passion readers;) I think whoever has followed the story closely will be able to guess from whose diary this excerpt comes from...
ps. those in Dubai, I hope you were one of the lucky few to get a chance to see IPKKND on the big screen. I so wish we could all experience that, no matter where we are.
pic credit to OP
...Now on to the teaser...
Today I met him.
The man that everyone says is perfect for me. The man my parents cannot seem to stop gushing about and my grandmother says was made for me. Our fates were entwined from birth, she claims.
I don’t truly believe that. Of course, everyone would find Arav Malik my ideal match, he is after all father’s best friend’s only nephew. So naturally, they arranged a small tea party today and invited him and his family there too.
I found all about this devious plan from Ma. She can’t keep secrets from me and neither can I from her.
Thanks to her, I had ample time to be prepared for the party. I entered it with my opinions already formed and set. I would meet this Arav, behave politely and then just as politely reject him.
I expected myself to dislike him instantly, to find him sorely lacking in some way. What I did not expect was to be utterly mesmerized by him.
I don’t know how it happened, but the moment I saw him, I was thunderstruck. Me! Can you believe it, dear diary? Me, a girl who’s never fawned over any boy before couldn’t form a proper sentence around Mr. Malik.
In my defense, he was not at all what I was expecting. I thought he’d be young, nervous, and well, bumbling.
But Mr. Malik was far from the boyish image I imagined. He was a man. A sinfully handsome man.
He was taller than me, so tall that when I gazed up at him, I felt both overwhelmed and enraptured by his proximity. It felt as if he was enveloping me, swallowing me whole. To my surprise, he was not my age, but my senior by nine years. I find the age difference to be insignificant--if anything, it draws me more to him. He is so wise, so intellectual. A proper gentleman.
I thankfully got over my nervousness around him quite quickly and we managed to have a very nice conservation.
He told me about growing up in London and how much he’s missed his ancestral home, Sheesh Mahal. He said he wanted nothing more than to return to Lucknow now and raise his own family there.
Blushingly, I changed the topic and told him all that Delhi had to offer. On Dadi’s behest, I gave him a tour of Shantivan. He was charmed by our gardens and said Delhi had such beautiful flowers, he had to take at least one home with him. And then he looked at me, meaningfully.
I didn’t expect him to be so direct or so charming. Fortunately or perhaps unfortunately, Ma interrupted us then and I didn't have the chance to reply to him. I don’t know what on earth I would have said. Till next time, dear diary. Ma’s calling me for dinner...
TO BE CONTINUED