Second Wife!

Dear Diary,

11 p.m (18.12.2015)

I met yet another guy this evening. My cousin, Trisha thinks he is good looking and smart. I often drag Trisha when it comes to such formal meetings which my family chooses for me.

Tell me how am I supposed to talk about myself in a given short span? Am I supposed to ogle at him or talk? I have a problem. I can’t talk while I focus on someone’s looks. Good or bad, doesn’t matter. I suck at multi-tasking you see.

So, I was staring at this probable husband of mine. He wore dark grey suit and light blue checked shirt. His shoes shined well. I am not brand conscious hence I can’t recite those details. He seemed to wear some good brand. I postulate.

Trisha had already built a good rapport with him. Oh his name is Aditya S. I have no idea what that ‘S’ stands for.

I felt Trisha pinching my arm and that’s when I realized that he was looking at me. Almost smiling at me.

‘So, Miss Archana, do you like this place?’ he questioned. He was the first person to ask that. To be frank, I hated that place. It was our guest house which looked nothing less than a haunted bungalow. But this looked sophisticated according to my family. Hence every guy was called there.

‘Archana?’ he called out my name yet again. I blinked my eyes repeatedly and tried forming a reply.

‘Umm Yes I said shaking my head which meant No.’ He laughed and tapped my arm. ‘Are you alright?’ he questioned. Seemed like he really wanted to know.

I was not at all okay. I hated these formal meetings. It was my childhood dream to get married to someone I loved. It was my grand escape plan from the very strict jail like home I had lived in.

Trisha came to my rescue and said, ‘She is just nervous.’ He nodded and had a glance at his wrist watch. Damn it looked costly. Diamond studded. Again, I am clueless about the brand.

‘How’s Canada?’ I asked with my eyes piercing his. I loved the fact that he lived far away from our place which meant, if I married him, I would be living very far from my family. Sounds perfect I thought.

‘Seems like you like the idea of Canada.’ He replied mock laughing at me. Idea? So he means he also knows I have never been there and hence that excites me? No! Only the idea of staying away excites me and not particularly abroad. I breathed out.

I smiled as a reply and looked at Trisha. ‘She doesn’t mind any place like that.’ She spoke again. He nodded in agreement yet looking at me.

‘What are your hobbies?’ he questioned trying to pick up some topic for conversation.

I looked at Trisha, but in my mind I had a long list of hobbies. I loved to sneak out at mid night and jog. I didn’t mind the dogs chasing me initially. Later they became my friends. I preferred animals over human beings anytime.

‘She likes painting, cooking.’ Trisha replied.

‘Would you mind if I talk to Archana in private? I am sure she would also like to have a word with me? After all it’s about her future too.’ He asked very boldly. I would have never ever gathered such courage to talk to any person for that matter!

I smiled for the first time. The kind of a smile which reached my eyes. I wanted to talk to him.

My cell phone buzzed while Trisha stood to leave. She stopped as the phone rang. It was grand pa calling.

‘We must leave.’ Announced Trisha and holding my hand, started walking out.

The watchman was handed over the eyes to lock the guest house. Aditya was confused and followed us.

‘When can I meet you again?’ He asked me. Yes, he asked me! Maybe he was still interested in knowing me.

Trisha stepped forward but before she could speak anything he hushed her and said, ‘Let her speak… When shall we meet again?’ he questioned looking at me.

Trisha had already stepped into the car. I climbed in brushing my hair away from my face and replied. ‘SOON’

The car left with a boom!