The soft rays of the morning sun peeked through my curtains, casting a golden hue over my room. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the brightness as I stretched my arms lazily. My body might have woken up, but my mind... it was still stuck in last night's conversation.
Dr. Nirvaan's words played in loops inside my head. "He is very handsome, hardworking, and caring. But he is still single." His family was desperately searching for a girl for him. And somehow, in the middle of all this, my name had entered the picture.
I sighed, rubbing my temple. I still couldn't believe I had given my number to Nirvaan. What was I even thinking? Maybe the stress of Dadi's condition had messed with my brain. Or maybe... deep down, I had already started considering it?
I shook my head. 'No, no, Kainaat, tu pagal ho gayi hai kya?' (No, no, Kainaat, have you lost your mind?) I was supposed to get married, but to a surgeon? A man I had never even met? That was a whole new level of impossible.
Sitting up in bed, I let out another sigh. Last night, after that unexpected conversation, I had returned home feeling a mix of confusion and exhaustion. Dadi was still in the hospital, under observation. And me? I had just thrown myself onto the bed, hoping sleep would wipe away my thoughts. But clearly, that plan had failed miserably.
I glanced at my phone lying on the bedside table. No new messages. No calls. Not from Nirvaan. Not from anyone.
A part of me felt relieved. Another part? It was restless.
After lying in bed for a while, lost in my thoughts, I finally pushed myself up. 'Jo hoga dekha jayega' [Whatever happens, I'll deal with it.] I told myself, trying to shake off the nervousness creeping into my heart.
I grabbed my towel and headed to the bathroom. The warm water soothed my tense muscles, washing away the lingering sleep and stress of yesterday. By the time I stepped out, dressed in a simple suit, I felt a little refreshed. But my mind? It was still heavy with thoughts.
I walked toward the small temple in my house, where a beautifully adorned idol of Krishna-Radha stood. Folding my hands, I closed my eyes.
"Hai Krishna Ji, please make everything okay. Please heal Dadi soon. And let today go well."
I lit a diya, letting the soft glow fill the room with warmth. Somewhere inside me, the prayer brought a little comfort.
After a while, I stepped into the kitchen. Cooking wasn't my favorite thing, but I had to eat something. I quickly made some toast and tea, sitting down at the small dining table to eat. Each bite felt tasteless, my mind too distracted.
Just as I was about to leave for the hospital, my phone rang. Dr. Nirvaan.
I stared at the screen for a moment before picking up.
"Hello?"
"Kainaat! Good news!" His voice sounded excited.
"What?" I asked cautiously.
"I have spoken to Yuvraj's family. I told them everything about you-your condition, your Dadi, everything. And guess what? They have agreed to meet you!"
My heart dropped. What?!
"W-what?" I stammered.
"Haan, tum sun rahi ho na? Unhone kaha ki woh tumse milna chahenge. Yeh bahut badi baat hai, Kainaat!"
[Yes, are you listening? They said they would like to meet you. This is a huge deal, Kainaat! ]
My hands felt cold. This was happening too fast.
"Nirvaan... I need to talk to Dadi first. I want to know what she thinks. Then I will inform you."
There was silence on the other end for a second before he sighed.
"Theek hai, lekin jaldi karna. Yuvraj's Sir family is serious about this. Woh tumse milna chahte hain."
[Alright, but don't take too long. ]
[They really want to meet you.]
I took a deep breath.
"Theek hai." I muttered before hanging up.
[Okay]
Leaning against the wall, I clutched my phone tightly.
This was real. This was happening.
And I wasn't ready for it.
I let out a deep sigh in irritation.
I grabbed my scooty keys and stepped outside.Kicking the engine to life, I rode toward the hospital, my heart racing with every passing second.
As soon as I reached Dadi's hospital room, I peeked inside. She was sitting upright on the bed, slowly having her breakfast by herself. A small smile formed on my lips. At least she's feeling better today.
I walked inside and bent down to touch her feet.
"Khush raho, beta," (Stay happy, my child.) she blessed me with a warm smile.
Seeing her struggle slightly with the soup bowl, I quickly took it from her hands.
"Give it to me, I'll feed you." I said softly, sitting beside her. She chuckled but didn't argue, letting me take over.
As I carefully fed her, I took a deep breath. It's now or never.
"Dadi... kal hospital ke bahar ek doctor se mili thi. Nirvaan naam hai uska."
[Dadi... yesterday, I met a doctor outside the hospital. His name is Nirvaan.]
She hummed in acknowledgment, sipping the soup.
"Usne mujhe ek proposal diya hai."
[He gave me a proposal.]
Dadi looked at me with curiosity.
"He told me that there's a very good doctor here-Yuvraj Rajvansh. He is quite famous. Nirvaan spoke to his family, and they have shown interest in meeting me."
Dadi paused, looking at me carefully. I couldn't read her expression. Was she happy? Shocked? Unsure?
I waited for her response, my hands slightly trembling as I held the soup bowl.
Dadi looked at me with a serious yet gentle expression.
"So tell me, when are we meeting them?"
My eyes widened. Wait... what?
"Dadi... are you serious?" I asked, unsure if I heard her right.
She smiled knowingly. "Baccha, jab woh Nirvaan ne unse baat kar li hai, toh ek baar milne mein kya harz hai?"
[ Child, since Nirvaan has already spoken to them, what's the harm in meeting them once? ]
I swallowed hard. Meeting them? The thought itself made my stomach twist.
"Par Dadi, main abhi tayar nahi hoon... and I hardly know anything about Yuvraj Rajvansh!
[But Dadi, I'm not ready yet... ]
She chuckled softly. "Mujhe toh lagta hai tumhein zyada sochne ki aadat ho gayi hai."
[I think you've developed a habit of overthinking.]
I groaned internally. Why is she so chill about this?!
"First meet them, then think all you want." She patted my hand.
I sighed in defeat. There was no arguing with Dadi when she had made up her mind.
I don't want to disappoint Dadi neither I want to marry. Marriage is not game but is a bond between two people and when we two people don't even know each other, how's that bond.
It's just because of Dadi Or else in not even my dreams, I would have thought to marry like this.
"What are thinking, Kainaat?" Dadi's voice broke my trance of thoughts and I looked at her.
Shooking my head in No, I softly smiled at her.
"I'll inform Dr.Nirvaan about this and come." I informed Dadi and came out of the room.
I stepped out of the hospital room, my heart still pounding from the conversation with Dadi. Taking a deep breath, I dialed Nirvaan's number.
"Hello, Nirvaan?"
"Oh, Kainat! I was waiting for your call. So, what did Dadi say?" he asked eagerly.
"She agreed."
"Great! Then I'll inform them-"
"Wait, wait! Where do they want to meet?" I interrupted, already feeling nervous.
"Oh, about that... Yuvraj's family wants to come to your house."
"What?!" My voice came out louder than I intended. "Nirvaan, tum mazak kar rahe ho, na?"
[ Nirvaan, You are joking, right? ]
"Nahi, bilkul nahi!" he said, laughing.
[No, definitely no! ]
I froze in place. His family? The Rajvansh family? At my house?
"My house isn't even that big! I thought I would be going to some grand palace-like house of theirs, but-"
My house wasn't even that big! What if they expected something grand?
I pressed my fingers to my temples, pacing back and forth.Mujhe toh laga tha ki main unke kisi mahal jaise ghar jaungi, lekin yeh log yahaan aane ki baat kar rahe hain? This was too much!
[ I thought I would go their palace-like house, but here they are asking to come to my house.]
"Relax, Kainaat," he chuckled. "They insisted. If you don't believe me, I can give you his mother's number. You can confirm it yourself."
"Nahi, nahi! Itni bhi formal baat nahi hai." I sighed, rubbing my forehead.
["No, no! It's not that formal either."]
"Alright, tell them that my Dadi is getting discharged in two days. They can come after two days."
"Perfect. Just send me your address, I'll pass it on to them."
I ended the call and just stood there, gripping my phone tightly. My mind was a complete mess.
Rich, influential people... coming to my house?
Slowly, I typed out my address and hesitated before hitting send.
As soon as the message was delivered, a storm of thoughts hit me like a tidal wave.
What will they think of my house?
What if they don't like me after seeing my lifestyle?
Will I even be able to talk properly in front of them?
I exhaled sharply and shook my head. "Stop, Kainaat! Overthinking mat kar." But deep down, I knew-I wasn't ready for this.
[ Don't overthink. ]
Areey Krishna ji... I groaned internally, rubbing my temples in frustration.
Annoyed and lost in my own thoughts, I turned around abruptly-only to crash into something firm. No, not something... someone. A broad, solid chest, as hard as steel.
My eyes widened as I felt myself losing balance, my feet slipping from under me. Oh no, I'm going to fall! Instinctively, I shut my eyes tight, bracing for the impact, already dreading the painful landing on my butt.
But before I could even hit the ground, strong arms wrapped around my waist-firm, secure, and undeniably possessive. A jolt shot through my entire body at the sudden contact. My breath hitched. The warmth of his hold seeped through my clothes, sending an unfamiliar yet oddly electrifying sensation down my spine.
As I slowly opened my eyes, my breath hitched. My face was merely inches away from the man-so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from him.
My gaze trailed from his broad shoulders to his strong neck, where his Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed. Hayee.
Then, my eyes moved upward-sharp jawline, sculpted cheekbones, Perfectly shaped, slightly parted, looking like sin itself.then to his sharp nose, and finally... those piercing eyes.
Hayee meri Di-
My heart nearly stopped. My eyes widened so much they could have popped out of their sockets as realisation hit me.
"Ye toh humare hone wale saiyaan hain!" The words tumbled out before I could stop them.
[ This is my future husband. ]
The moment I realized what I had said, my soul nearly left my body.
Haye akal ke andhi, Kai?! Are you out of your mind?!
My brain went into panic mode. Did he hear that? Did he understand?
Wait... does he know me?
Of course not, Pagal Ladki! How would a man like Yuvraj Rajvansh know someone like you?
But God, he was even more handsome up close! The sharp features, the intense eyes, the sinful lips, the aura of dominance he carried-this man was something else entirely.
My thoughts came to a screeching halt when his deep, baritone voice reached my ears.
"Excuse me, Miss?"
His brows were slightly furrowed, confusion evident on his face.
Oh no. He heard me.
And with what himmat was I drooling over him?
Well, to be honest, he wasn't just "not bad-looking," he was, in fact, the most handsome man I had ever seen.
A faint blush crept up my cheeks, and I couldn't help but giggle at my own thoughts.
But then, it hit me-his eyes. Those eyes were the most mesmerizing shade of green-blue, like the ocean on a sunny day, clear and intense.
I blinked, trying to shake myself out of this daze. What was wrong with me?
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