Oneshots

❥The end game

"Souls tend to go back to who feels like home"

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"Just have a look at his picture once darling" Her mother pleaded stretching an envelope.

"Ma, I agreed to get married now just because of Ranjan uncle and only for dad's sake," Diya confessed pretending not to lengthen the conversation.

"If Ranjan uncle would have asked me to marry his son, I would immediately accept to do so. But, only you lucky fellow has caught his attention." Diya's sister passed the dining punching her head playfully.

Diya made her way to her room as she was annoyed by their stimulating conversation. Ever since college, she never fell for anyone. Her faith in love was taken away by the boy who left her, thatching a deep corner for him in her heart. Until now, she hates the word love as well as marriage.

Her father; being too much concerned for her, wanted her to get into reality and face life. Mr. Ranjan was an intimate friend and a business partner of her father, who proposed the marriage between Diya and his son, which was accepted by everyone in the family wholeheartedly. Even though Diya didn't want to change, she knew that her father was honestly the best in taking her life decisions. So she decided to go with the flow, believing her dad.

"Are you ready to go?" Her sister Maya pushed herself inside, inquiring. Diya checked herself in the mirror and turned to Maya with a slight smile only to see her throwing a disappointed look at you.

"Oh god! You only should give my sister some sense. Akka!! (elder sister), who on the earth wears office wear for a date? That too for the first date?" Maya made an awkward expression, walking toward her.

"Go out. I can look after myself." Diya hit her hand as she tried to remove the blazer. After a long session of argument, Maya somehow managed to convince her to wear a party dress.

Diya answered her phone, which kept pinging in between doing her makeup.

Diya: Hello.

Mr.Krish: Are you done? Be there on time darling.

Diya: I'm almost done papaaa. I'll be there as soon as possible.

Mr.Krish: Did you go through his CV? Do you really like him?

She remained silent as she didn't know what to reply to her dad. So she pretended not to hear.

Diya: Ahh? Papa?

Mr.Krish: I hope you do. Nobody could hate someone like him. But you should tell me if you're not interested in this marriage.

Diya: Sure papa. I know that what you decide will never go wrong.

Mr.Krish: That's my girl. Ok, carry on darling. See you later.

Diya: Take care, papa. Love you.

Diya hung the call with an instinct that things would go well.

She looked ethereal in the attire her sister chose for her, which made her mom go awww. The outfit perfectly fit her and made her look classy and elegant. Her mom broke knuckles on her before she departs.

Sharp at 7 that night, she arrived at the X restaurant where he would be waiting for her. A private table was arranged by her father, where a man in his 25s was sitting, scrolling something on his phone.

He waved at Diya standing up from his seat, and she walked toward him with a smile. He offered her a seat for her and sat right opposite her. She felt a good vibe within him, but it was neither love nor affection.

"Hi. I'm Rishab." Diya looked at him, for his utterance with a warm smile.

"Hello. I'm..."

"Diya Krishnan. You're 24. Living with your family in Jaipur. Student of Silvester high school. Gold medalist in business management and Software engineering. President of DK industries; the very next CEO. The eldest of your family. Your daddy's lucky charm and the main fact is, you're not interested in marriage." He let out a sigh finishing in one go.