Eeshan's pov:

Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend on my study. Nothing was in my mind, only thoughts of tia.

I asked her to marry me but she rejected me because she wants to accomplish her dream of becoming a surgeon first.

I already know my dad has already inclined toward the girl he chose for me. I don't want to marry his pal's daughter or any other. I want to wait for tia.

On coming up from my dinner mounting the stairs with lazy intention and stepping into my parent's room I saw my dad was sitting on the Davenport reading some files.

"Kal ke liye tayari karli tumne," he said in an accustomed way while still looking in his files.

(Have you prepared for tomorrow)

"Meh busy hoon nhi aa sakta," I said irritated.

(I'm busy, I can't come)

"Rehaan tumhara kaam dekh lega tum jaoge," he said in annoyance.

(You will come, Rehan will see your work)

I stared at his face in disbelief and left the room. I respect him and he has heart disease that's the reason I didn't say anything. I'll try convincing the girl to stop this shit.

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We entered Sharma's house. It was not a too big nor too small house. One stop brought us into the family sitting room. Dad and Mr. Sharma hugged each other and the four of them exchanged little conversation while I was sitting on the sofa taking a glimpse at my phone and smiling in between when someone was looking at me.

After some time Mrs. Sharma entered with a young woman who was dangerously gorgeous. Her hair was midnight-black and it flowed over her waist and had honey-sweet lips. She had a sculpted figure which was twine-thin. Her waist was small and had a burnished complexion. A pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Her delicate ears framed a button nose. Her enticing, constellation-brown eyes gazed at me, and then she looked down. Not content to be just another drone, she wore vibrant clothes. She had a shy outlook.

"Can we talk with each other alone?" I asked the elders appealingly. They looked at each other's faces and finally nodded.

"Pihu beta apne room me le jao eeshan ko" Mrs. Sharma said soft-spoken. She hummed and guided the way.

(Pihu take him to your room)

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Pihu's pov:

The person I'm getting engaged to is none other than Eeshan kapoor my school crush who used brutal words while rejecting me. I don't want to marry him shit... shit.. shit. I'm in a mess. He has changed much and had a smooth, spade-shaped beard with Ocean blue eyes that I always loved it and a well-built body I feel like I might sink and drown and die.

He cleared his throat- and said in a Horace, "Pihu I don't want this marriage. I have someone in my life."

Should I be happy that he don't want to marry me or sad cause I got rejected the second time by him?

"Ohh... I understood." I muttered. Did he not recognize me I thought.

"Did you forget about me?" I questioned him looking into his icy blue eyes.

He looked confused and asked me, "do I knew you!?"

"Six years back you rejected me," I exclaimed.

He said ohh in a dead voice with no emotion. I felt dejected.

"So all I want you to do is tell your father you don't want to marry me," he demanded.

"I can't... you tell your father you don't want to," I said with a proud smile.

"My father has heart disease I can't say no to him," He gruffed and said with closed teeth and expressed the sentiment.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear this," I muttered.

"Toh bol rhi ho..mana kar rhi ho na," he asked again.

(So you are going to tell your dad that you don't want this marriage or not)

"Voh mai.. Voh Mai nhi bol sakti. I'm sorry," I mumbled.

(I...I.. can't, I'm sorry)

"Acha tum nhi bol sakti ho cause you still have a crush on me that's the reason, right?" He angrily questioned me.

(Well nice, you can't say this, cause you still have a crush on me that's the reason, right)

I nodded my head in no. he was rude.

"Okay, I'll buy your lie if you say no to this shit." He growled and left the room.

What was he... I wanted to smack his face. He didn't even listen to me I wanted to tell him that my father is strict and I can't talk to him if he wants to talk to him he can.

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