Hooked!

Fidgeting her fingers and praying God to give her enough courage, she finally walks to the boy for whom she felt slightly more than a school-girl should. She was more nervous to talk with him than giving her first boards last to last year. She gulped the lump formed in her throat and looked at him.He was sitting on his bike outside the school, with his friends surrounding him. With a boring school uniform -white school shirt, grey pants and a grey tie- he still looked like the handsome boy, famous in social media . His long hairs that often caused him to earn a bunch of scoldings, shined under the sunlight. His brown eyes had a spark as his mouth opened and shut, cracking jokes.They were laughing and teasing each other. And that's what she was afraid of. What if they laugh on her too? What if she just embarrasses herself there? What if they start teasing her? What if she will be bullied?But what if 'he' smiles at her? What if he accepts her proposal? What if she and he live happily

"Did you drink?" I asked dad as i opened the door for him. He looked at me with his narrowed eyes. "I'm not your son. Moreover, i don't drink anymore." He replied and i rolled back my eyes. "Same thing you said last year, when you drank two whole glass of ...what ..yeah, whiskey. " I offered him a glass of water and sat beside him. "That was when i didn't knew my condition." My smile halted as he spoke. "Now i will take no risk to harm myself and see you getting marry without joining your mother." "Dad.." i whined and hugged him. He chuckled. "Everyone is just asking me to marry. Can't i live my life by my own?" "You need someone to live your life with. Someone to shower your life with happiness and love. Someone who can rely onto you and you onto him." He spoke. "You lived your life alone." "I had your mom, then you. I was never alone. But you know that's not your case." He ran his fingers in my hairs that i inherited from my mom. Black, silky and straight. "Then i will adopt

Lavanya's pov"Should i prepare something for you?" Our helper asked and i shook my head as i continued to stir the tomato soup. "Shall i leave then? All the cleaning are done. " i nodded and she left.Dad came back to our home yesterday. He was extra grumpy about his diet but know its significance so when i ask him to eat those green vegetables or the soups, he takes it. He still makes faces seeing those tablets but it is less scary than my face, like he say, and gulps it.I turned the knob to lowest and moved across the hall to lock the doors. Dad was reading newspaper with a frown and i snatched the newspaper. Knowing he must be reading those crime-cases and running his lawyer-mind. He was not allowed to take stress."Its better to live in a prison." He mumbled under his breath. Before i could reply him, there was a knock at the door and looked there.Revti aunty stood there, dressed in blue banarasi saree. Dad welcomed her and she obliged as sat in the sofa across the dad's. I retu

Vansh was interrupted in the mid by a certain voice. "Is she rea--Lavi?" It was Dad. He stood frozen in his place as he looked at me. He was not shocked. He was surprised.Seeing me in a red bridal lehanga, bangles, jewelleries and make-up, was his wish. I kept the phone on the table. Dad came and stood behind me, looking at me, from my reflection. "You know if your mom would be here, what she would have done?" I shook my head, excited for his next move.He took some kohl from my make-up kit and put it behind my ears. "Buri nazar na lage, meri gudiya ko." His eyes were glassy and his face resonated pain.(Evil eyes off, my doll.)"We'll give the duo some personal time." Trisha announced and left with Vansh and Ruchika. I appreciated it. "I had a talk with Abhishek ji. He's a nice man. He will keep you safe, i know. Just understand, it was too sudden to him. Maybe more than you, he was unprepared for marriage." Dad told, assuring me and i mentally thanked abhishek.Though we still nev

Lavanya's pov.The body of my Dad laid there, on a flower bed with his dead face, and revti aunty and her family were sitting in a white mat, all of them dressed in white clothes except a pinch of sindoor on ladies' and a red dupatta. They were probably waiting for me to arrive so that the funeral rites could start."Lavi. You want something?" I shook my head at Revti aunty's question and stood behind. She motioned me to sit beside her and i followed. "You are dressed in pink. Change into White, lavi." Sonali aunty whispered and i shook my head in answer."Dad never liked white colour." I answered. Dad always said that wearing white in a funeral is never a compulsion. We need to have peace within ourselves , before letting our clothes symbolise it.Sonali aunty nodded and asked the men to start the rite. Dad's friends had also arrived here as i called them early in the morning. "Girdhar...My son." A pleadingly voice echoed in the silence, followed by many. The family on papers arrive