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The thought of making Alisha mine changed my mind. Yet, I don’t voice it out, knowing well that I will never hear the end of it. “I still want an out. It is only for my grandpa till I don’t convince him that this bond is making me miserable, that’s it.” Damn! It’s a white lie.
I straighten my tie as I wonder if I really did have a change of heart. I tell myself I need to stick to my earlier plan of finding a way out to bring an end to this marriage. Yet, I am not able to convince myself. Rather, I am out of control here with the desire she has stirred in me. Damned if I know why I feel this unreasonable pull towards her. Now not only do I want her but I am also covetous of her and feeling possessive for the first time in my life. God! This is wrecking my brain. Then, I resolutely shrug and mumble to myself, ‘I guess I don’t have to come to a conclusion tonight. I have a few days before we tie the knot.’
“Yeah, but then what would happen when your grandpa would give you millions of reasons to stay married?”
I want to say it’s none of his damn business, yet I find myself answering him. “I would need only one reason to bring an end to my marriage.”
“One reason will never be good enough for your grandpa, he is a headstrong man. If he wants you to stay married to Alisha, he will not settle for anything else.”
He’s right. Nevertheless, his words don’t scare me. In fact, it makes my heart do a little summersault. The idea of spending my life with her sounds entertaining, especially after I got to spend my day with her yesterday. It cemented my feelings. She felt like a breath of fresh air. And the way she tried putting her foot down while buying the diamond ring was a bonus that went straight to my dick. It was unrealistic to think a woman could squabble about not buying her expensive jewellery. But again, this is Alisha, who, true to Grandpa’s words, is different. I knew in that instant that somewhere down in my heart, I wanted her by my side forever. I also know that there isn’t anything I would do to make this my reality.
Yesterday, I tried my best to be indifferent to her. She probably thought I was being arrogant and cold, whereas, in reality, I didn’t trust myself with all the fucked-up thoughts I was having about her.
“I am late. I need to pick Alisha up from her place and then we need to meet the wedding planner.”
“What the fuck are you saying? You going to behave all domestic now?”
I shut my laptop as I grab my stuff. “This conversation is over. You can go wherever you need to go.”
I walk to my door, stepping out. He follows behind me and tries to say something, but I increase my pace and step into the elevator which has just stopped. I make a dismissing gesture with my hand as the elevator doors shut, not bothering to hold the door for him. His words don’t matter. This wedding is ineludible.
Pulling my car out of the basement, I make my way toward my bride’s house. A smile spreads across my face as I pull up in front of her house.
I stare up at the double-storeyed small villa. I am here to meet my bride. The countdown has begun for her to officially becomeMrs Alisha Ranveer Seth. And I don’t think it’s any use bluffing to myself that I wish otherwise; there is no hiding the fact any longer that the wait is becoming unbearable. Luckily, it’s my grandpa to whom her father owes. The thought that someone else could have grabbed the chance and taken my gorgeous wife before I even knew she existed makes my blood boil.
Stepping out of the car, I knock at the door and wait patiently. Five minutes later, the door opens, and I try not to trip over my own feet. She’s standing there in her skinny blue jeans, outlining every soft curve in all the right places. She’s wearing a long-sleeve red silk shirt, and it’s tucked in, making her look ravishing. I continue to stand there as I spot her eyes go wide when she sees me, as if she’s astounded. She would be beyond startled, had she known all the things I want to do to her. In time, I remind myself. I must be patient. She’ll soon be my wife.
“Now what can I do for you, Your Highness?” she mocks, folding her arms across her chest.
“Are your parents at home?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Okay, let’s go then.”
She glares at me. “Now where are we going? And better don’t tell me it’s another obnoxious gift.”
I don’t feel the need to answer and grin as I grab her hand and pull her towards my car.
“You better tell me where we are going this instant,” she yells as she shudders under my tight hold.
Stepping up to my car, I open the passenger door, giving her no choice but to get in. She does comply though I can hear her grumbling under her breath. Then, I quickly climb behind the steering wheel before she has the chance to revolt again.
“Where. The. Hell. Are. We. Going?” she demands once she gets her wind back.
“I have booked a meeting with the top wedding planner in the city,” I state in an arrogant voice.
She looks at me like I am insane. I thought she would be happy. Girls usually are excited about all this shit.
“I am not interested. Please drop me back.”
“Too bad, but you are coming with me. And I am doing you a favour here,” I simply say.
“How lucky I am!” She rolls her eyes at me and slumps back in her seat, crossing her arms across her chest and glaring out of the window.
I watch her as she tries her best to ignore me like I am not sitting right next to her. Till now, I didn’t give it a damn, but now her hostile countenance is getting on my nerves. I am so damn irritated by her, behaving as if I have committed some misdeed, when all I am doing is giving her a chance to plan the wedding just the way she wants. However, instead of gratitude, she is showing me her disdain. I will rectify that. Soon, she will start appreciating me. A grin spreads across my face as I think about how I will make her thank me properly.
Damn! I seem to have no control over my treacherous thoughts. She is driving me crazy and making me frustrated by the extent of my desire for her, which is spiralling out of control with every passing minute. My control is something I always valued, and the fact that I am slowly losing it completely when it comes to Alisha is not sitting well with me. Nonetheless, I will never give her the satisfaction by letting her know the extent of control she holds over me.
