Too old.
Too tall.
Too rich.
Too out of my league.
That's Aryan Arora, the billionaire CEO for me. But apparently, he is the perfect marriage material guy according to the world's pushiest parents of mine.
Getting married was neve...
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"Chachu!!" A tiny little human, possessing a high-pitched excited voice, came hurling towards Aryan as soon as we entered the venue.
Immediately engulfing her in his arms, he picked her up. At her enthusiasm, he laughed heartily, as she rained kisses on his cheeks, holding his face in her small chubby hands. The sight of that, of him holding a tiny human in his arms did the things to me that were unexplainable.
The tiny little human was Aryan's cousin Aman's daughter–Anu.
I had known her since she was born and was brought to my Mom's orphanage when her biological parents had dumped the newborn girl in the garbage at a street corner. I spent a lot of time with her whenever I came to town. She was an infant back then. And then two years ago, Mom had informed me that someone had adopted her and I never saw her again after that.
But then just a few days ago, Aryan had showed me a picture of the little girl, saying that she was his niece. Aman was the one who had adopted her from the orphanage, taking her responsibility as a single, unmarried parent. And now, he was getting married to Anu's primary school teacher, Meera. And according to what Aryan had told me, their love story was something straight out of 'My Romance Novels'. His words, not mine.
Aryan straightened Anu's hairband, which had been misplaced slightly when she had jumped up to give him a hug. He asked, looking at her tenderly, his smile not deterring for even a second, "How much did you miss me in Dubai?"
She tapped her finger on her chin, furrowing her eyebrows as if in a deep thought, "Hmmm..."
And then, bringing her thumb and forefinger closer till there was no gap left in between, she spoke seriously, with a slight lisp in her words, "Maybe this much..."
Aryan gasped, offended.
She buried her pink cheeks in his shoulder, pursing her lips to control her sweet laughter.
He held her in a single arm, while his other hand tickled her stomach, as she giggled heartily, prying away from his torturous fingers.
I can understand, girly.
"Now, tell me again, how much did you miss me?" He asked, continuing to make her laugh uncontrollably.
Breathing hard, she let out, "Okay. Okay. Stop, Chachu. I will tell you." She put a small gap between her thumb and forefinger, saying, "I missed you this much, okay?"
Aryan raised his eyebrow playfully, bringing his fingers closer to her stomach again before she stopped him.
Flaring her arms widely, she said, kissing his nose, "I missed you this this much."
