Chapter 1 ~ The Wedding Proposal

Kama POV

“We like the boy, and Kama will like him too. He is also a teacher, and if everything goes well, Kama will be married by March next year.” I heard my mother say, and my heart literally came to my mouth.

I couldn’t help but angle my gaze from the dinner table to him. I could feel my heart suddenly stop beating and the heat reaching to the corners of my ears.

He also sat stunned for a moment, his eyes dangerously and confusingly looking at me for the answers.

Honestly, I had none.

My mind was still fogged with the warm chocolate he spilt all over my body last night, and then sucked it clean before taking me in the most unpredictable way.

The visuals of me moaning, his hot breath fanning over my neck, my body, and every inch of my core, imprinting me in a way that I was still feeling breathless.

Suddenly, I realised that my lips were parted, and he was watching me for too long. I immediately looked away.

“That is such great news,” I heard Dadi say, who was talking to my mother before everyone got up from the table.

“I think we should leave now. I don't want to be late,” My mother said, growing slightly nervous in the presence of Amogh Ji, who was growing suddenly distant and dangerous.

“Fair enough,” he said, getting up from the chair, and grabbed his black suit’s jacket and added, “I am waiting for you in the car.”

With each passing second, my heart was racing, and as I saw him walking away from there without even turning around and looking at me, I realised that something was wrong.

He hadn't liked my mother talking about my marriage, or maybe there was something else to it as well.

“We should go now, Dadi ji,” my mother said gently, hugging Dadi as she approached her for a gentle hug. “Please come again. I loved all the time I spent with you and especially your daughter, Kama.”

The moment felt as heavy as Daadi kept holding my mother’s hand, and suddenly she said something that made my heart skip a beat.

“I would have asked for Kama’s hand if I had any grandson of my own,” She got tears in her eyes while saying so.

I didn’t know, but it felt heavy.

Even though Amogh Ji and Adi Jiju were nothing less than her own grandsons, there was definitely a distance when it came to doing something.

If Dadi had asked Amogh Ji to marry anyone, he would have done so, but his mother and his real grandmother would definitely not have liked it.

I knew that Dadi would never want the rift between the family.

Also, it wasn't like Amogh Ji didn't want to marry me.

But I was not sure about my own family.

I knew my father; he tried to take his life once, and I didn't want to give him another reason to think about taking his life by doing something he wouldn't like.

Something like choosing a husband on my own, especially the brother of Adi Jiju and my sister’s brother-in-law, Amogh Ji.

Also, whatever happened was just the heat of the moment.

I had only come here for three months, and these three months were blissful. Now I had my own life ahead, the teaching job and maybe the new man my parents had found for me.

I didn't know about Amogh Ji, but it wasn't as if he wouldn’t find another woman.

He could marry anyone, even better than me. His ex-girlfriend was still there. She was still interested in him.

I knew he had something for me. I knew he had been waiting for me for so long, but it was impossible.

On one side was Amogh Ji’s happiness, and on the other was my parents’ life.

I had spent more than two decades with my parents, and they had raised me, paid for my education, and showered me with their love.

How could I ever betray them?

I didn't have the courage my sister did.

I could never.

I knew it would hurt me.

I would never be able to forget Amogh Ji.

Maybe I would try to find him in my husband as well, or maybe I would not find anyone worth sharing my feelings, even though I would get married. Who knows?

“Hahha,” my mother just laughed at Dadi’s comment, and I kept my gaze low.

“Take care of yourself, Kama,” Dadi said, collecting me in a gentle hug.

I closed my eyes for a moment, losing myself in the gentle hug before I pulled back. She leaned closer and kissed my forehead before saying, "Come back soon."

I nodded with a weak smile, “Ji Dadi.” That was all I could say.

Ms Priyamvada was standing in the corner of the hall.

I couldn’t stop myself from turning around and walking towards her.

She stood as she was freezing and in a stiff posture, which was melting as I reached closer awkwardly for a gentle hug.

For a few seconds, she just kept standing like a stone, and then hesitantly hugged me back.

"We will miss you," she said in a warm reply, and I nodded, “Me too. You took great care of me. I will always be thankful and miss you," I replied.

She wanted to hold my hand and maybe hug me a little longer, but considering the given distance between the dynamics of the family members and her, she held herself back.

I also didn’t push myself as I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

Before we started walking away, my mother smiled at Ms Priyamvada.

She said, "Let me walk you out of the house."

Dadi also joined us till the door, and after that, a few servants and Ms Priyamvada took our luggage, where Amogh Ji was waiting for us in his car.

As we approached him, he walked out of the car and opened the passenger seat’s door for us.

My heart suddenly stopped beating, wondering if he wanted me to sit in the front with him, but thankfully, he didn't say anything.

My mother slid inside, and I followed her silently.

“Thank you!” I said in a low voice, which I believed he didn't even hear, as he shut the door with such intensity that it made a shiver run down my spine.

With this, I realised that he was angry, not just angry but beyond angry.

But what could I possibly do?

It was clear from the beginning that I would get married, and my parents were searching for someone. I always told him that my parents would never agree to us.

Even though I was not happy with any of this, I really couldn't do anything.

If I had to choose between my happiness and my parents' happiness, I would definitely choose theirs, because they were wounded, and they were let down once.

It wasn't like I was against love marriage, but it shouldn't come at the cost of someone's beliefs and the threat to their lives.

“Thank you so much for dropping us, Beta,” I heard my mother say to Amogh Ji.

He replied in a plain voice, “It’s my pleasure, Aunty.”

The rest of the ride was awkwardly silent. The airport was nearby, only twenty to twenty-five minutes away from here.

I couldn't help but keep staring at my lap.

Once we reached the airport, Amogh ji was the first to get out of the car and open the door for us.

He opened the side of the door closer to my mother, and once she got out, I followed her silently.

I was trying not to look at him and kept my gaze low when I reached closer to the door.

He was standing right beside it, giving me a suffocated and congested place to walk by.

I tried not to let my body touch him in front of my mother because mothers of all people have eight senses.

But, the moment he and I came almost inches closer, I couldn't stop myself from inhaling his cologne that engulfed my senses like anything.

I couldn't help but close my eyes and remember the scene from Bridgeton when Anthony smelled Kate's lilies and got flabbergasted.

For a long time, I thought it was a stupid scene. How could a man be affected by the woman’s fragrance?

But, in this moment, I realised that it was even more stupid for a woman to be affected by a man's cologne like this.

I was only trying to push my thoughts aside, but the memories from the last night came rushing to my head, and I couldn't help but clear my throat and step a little back.

He must have sensed my nervousness and awkwardness that had just taken birth, as he took a few steps back and walked away towards the trunk of the car.

"What happened, Kama? You seem to be a little silent and tired since the morning,” My mother caught me off guard with the question, and my eyes immediately widened with shock.

I immediately planted a wide smile on my lips and said, "No, I am perfectly fine. Nothing happened last night. I didn't eat chocolate. Nobody di—“

“Kama,” Amogh Ji interrupted, and I immediately looked at him with surprise.

He walked towards me and chuckled awkwardly.

"Kama, I guess you are getting late for the flight." His words immediately brought me out of my thoughts as I realised I was saying things I didn't have to say.

I gulped nervously and nodded. "Yes, yes, we are getting late for the flight. I have to go back home and eat a lot of chocolates," I immediately closed my eyes shut, unable to stop myself from thinking about last night.

What the hell was happening with me? 

Even Amogh Ji stood surprised and couldn't stop rubbing his forehead with the tip of his fingers.

My mother must have sensed something between us, as she said with an awkward smile, "Is everything okay?" She questioned, and for a moment, I felt like she wanted to add "between you" in her question as well.

I just stood frozen, listening to her question, but Amogh Ji stepped forward a little and nodded, "Yes, auntie, everything is fine. She must be just tired from last night."

The moment he mentioned last night, I felt my whole body freaking out.

I immediately looked up at him with shock and the redness running to my cheeks.

What the hell was he even speaking? My mother suddenly chuckled. "The party was pretty too much."

At this point, I didn't even know what the hell they were talking about, and I was feeling clueless.

Because the only thing that was running through my mind was the chocolate and the way he spilt the chocolate on every corner of my body and licked it off clean before...

"Let’s get inside,” he said and grabbed the bags.

I tried to take the smaller one from his hand, and the moment our hands touched a little, a shiver ran down my spine.

I immediately pulled my hand back.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me.

Because now every time he was watching me and doing something, I was feeling wet between my legs.

He looked up at my face and, the moment our eyes met, I felt a shudder run down my spine.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and I looked around everywhere, wondering where I had heard that voice coming from.

He knit his brows, “I am talking to you,”

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2 ~ View Once

Kama POV

“Me?” I questioned senselessly, wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

Where the hell was I behaving as if he had never talked to me?

“Are you okay, Kama?” He questioned me again and tried to step closer to me, but sensing that my mother was not standing really far away, I immediately took a step back, widening my eyes with shock.

Couldn't he see that she was standing right there?

She could see us.

What the hell was wrong with him?

What the hell was wrong with my body, because I could still smell the chocolate?

“Hey!” He said, trying to look into my eyes, but I immediately looked away, asking, “Are we getting late. I guess they have announced our plane’s departure. Should we run?”

He knitted his brows even thinner. “No!” he said, trying to look into my eyes, but I immediately looked away, saying, “We're getting late. I guess they have announced our plane’s departure. Should we run?” I questioned.

 He knitted his brows even thinner. “No, no, you don't have to run, you're on time. You should start the check-in now.”

“Check-in?” I questioned.

It was my first time travelling by plane, and I was feeling numbness and shivers running down my body.

The moment he mentioned check-in, I felt like there would be police checking everything we were carrying.

What if they found something, I was not even smuggling?

What if someone put something in my bag, like gold or drugs, as they do in the movies, and they would catch me?

“No, no, no,” I tried to say, and my mother immediately pulled me out of my thoughts.

“What do you mean by no? Don't you want to go back home? I think you have to start with your job,” My mother reminded me, and I just blankly stared at her face.

What was she talking about?

Suddenly, Amogh ji cleared his throat, and I immediately looked up at him, holding all our luggage.

The way he raised his eyes, I couldn't help but mimic his actions.

When he did that again, I realised that I was standing in the way and we had to walk towards the airport.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” I said and immediately moved aside to let him walk past us before we began following him silently.

“From here, you have to go alone,” he said to both of us, and we both looked at him with a nod. “Okay, okay, thank you so much,” I said, taking the luggage from him.

The soldier standing at the airport door asked, "Show us your IDs."

My mother was in the front. She struggled to get the ID from her purse, and I felt a hand on my arm. The moment I realised that Amogh ji pulled me towards him, I looked up at him.

 My mouth hung open as I looked at him.

“Talk to me once you reach home,” He said in a low and threatening voice that made my stomach almost turn into a knot.

But before I could reply to anything, my mother just turned around and looked at us.

I immediately plastered a smile on my face, and Amogh ji stepped away from me. “Kama! Your turn!” My mother said, and I nodded, stepping forward and wondering where the hell I put my ID?

I struggled to find it in my pocket, in my purse, in the other purse, in the shoulder bag I was carrying. The more I tried to find it, the more lost I felt because I didn't remember where I put it.

"Give me your purse," Amogh Ji said, and gently took the purse from my hand and began searching in the inside pocket of the middle chain.

After a few seconds, he pulled out the ID card, and I couldn't believe it.

I had checked that section almost ten times and I couldn't find it.

I immediately grabbed it off hand and turned around to show it the soldier.

He looked at me suspiciously, watching me from tip to toe.

I felt uncomfortable with his gaze.

Suddenly, Amogh Ji stepped forward and I could literally feel his dangerous and hot energy radiating through my behind.

I did not even dare to turn my head around and look at him. I just silently gulped and watched the soldier to see my ID and then move aside to let me and my mother go.

After walking a few steps, I realised that Amogh ji was not following us.

I immediately stopped myself and turned around to notice that he was standing at the door and smiled warmly before waving his hand and saying, "Call me when you reach home." His voice was low and audible enough for me to hear.

I had watched this scene in Is Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Du, where Khushi was trying to talk to Arnav, but he kept going.

Then I realised that it was true. This door was the last door where we could say goodbye to each other. After that, the journey was to be spent alone.

For a few seconds, I just stood frozen, realizing that this might be the last time when I was watching him for the last time, because there was no chance that after getting married I would be able to visit my sister.

I didn't know what kind of family I would get married into.

What if my husband would be conservative and he wouldn't like me going out of the house except for the job and even work for the job?

What if he would ask me about my virginity as well?

What would I even say?

And what if, after knowing that I wasn’t virgin, my husband would tell my parents, and they would be distressed and upset about it?

What if they feel like dying?

What if they feel like I had let them down? 

I didn’t know what to do.

“Come on, lets go, what are you waiting for?” suddenly the voice of my mother jolted me out of thoughts and I shivered with the fear.

My eyes widened with shock.

And I realize that I had suddenly deported to the bedroom and it was the airport.

What the hell was wrong with me?

“What the hell are you even thinking?” my mother asked and held my hand before making me walk along with her.

I kept walking after her, but my heart was feeling rock hard at this moment.

I knew he was watching.

I knew what he wanted.

I couldn't stop turning around to notice him still standing there, on the other side of the glass and becoming smaller and smaller as we were rushing towards the inside.

Only after a few seconds, the rush blocked him and my heart suddenly stopped beating.

I didn't know what kind of feeling this was.

What the hell was happening to me?

I didn't know why didn't I say a goodbye properly.

Why didn't even I say a single word?

He came here just for me and he made my three months so beautiful. He took me to the islands, had Jet Ski with me, gave me vacation, Saare, and did a lot of things.

And, in return I couldn't even say a proper goodbye.

What would he even think about me?

What if he thinks that I can as such a terrible person?

“I think we have to put our things into this,” my mother said, and I sadly looked at her.

I had to talk to him.

Oh god!

What was wrong with me?

Why was I thinking all of this?

Were these the early symptoms of being pregnant?

No!!!!!!!

“What are you even thinking?” my mother asked in sudden anger, and I couldn't help but shake my head.

Be present in present, Kama.

I inhaled a deep breath and looked around to notice that we had to put our things in the machine.

I put everything in the tray, but then the officer told us that we had to put our phones and other electronic devices separately.

I didn't know that travelling by flight was such a headache.

After a short war which felt so long, and was just a few minutes in actuality, we finally finished the check, and I tried to find our flight.

And, when I couldn't see it on the display, my heart literally came to my mouth.

Did we miss it already?

No!

How was it even possible?

“Why our flight is not mentioned here?” my mother asked and I shook my head.

“I don't know,” I said and pulled out the boarding pass to check the time.

To confirm I checked almost five times and it seems that our flight still had more than hour but then why wasn't it there?

I noticed a lot of people sitting around and suddenly, I noticed my mother walking away from there and asking someone.

Honestly, I could never do that.

What if they would judge me for not knowing basic things?

Suddenly, I heard my phone ringing and I almost jumped in fear.

I immediately pulled it out and noticed Amogh Ji’s name on it.

I looked at my mother who was still talking to the person, I picked up the call and said, “The flight is not showing on the display,”

“Wow! What happened to hi and hello?” he asked from my other side and I pulled the phone away from my ear with the knit brows wondering if it was truly him.

He was.

“Hello,” I said in low voice.

“Better,” he replied, “Don’t worry, I am tracking the flight, it's on time, and it will take time for it to show on the display.”

I took a deep breath of calm, “Thank god!” closing my eyes and rolling my head a little.

“How are you baby?” he asked and the moment I noticed my mother coming back, I said, “Bye, I need to go,” and hang up the call.

“It will take time to show it,” she said and smiled, eyeing at the bench, “Who called?”

I gulped with the fear, walking with her to the benches and replied, “Didi,”

“She is awake?” she questioned and I gulped.

“Yes,” I lied.

“Oh, why didn't you let me talk to her?” she asked as the we sat on the bench.

“Umm, she said she will call back,” I replied and she nodded.

Then she asked me to call my father, my Bua Ji and literally told all the relatives that we were taking the flight.

I couldn't believe how happy she was.

On the other side, I was feeling scared as my Instagram feed was full of the plane crashes.

My stomach was feeling like anything.

Although, I had sit in the plate but that Amogh ji’s private plane and at this moment I couldn't trust these commercials ones.

What if the pilot would sleep the mid flight?

Inhaling a deep breath, I tried to calm myself down.

Suddenly, my phone pinged and I noticed a new notification on my WhatsApp. I moved a little aside from my mother because I knew who it could be.

And the moment I opened my Whatsapp I noticed two new messages from him.

“Have a safe flight,” the message read, and the other message was a view once photograph.

My eyes widened with shock.

Suddenly, I noticed the new announcement and the moment I realised it was our flight, I shut my phone off and looked at my mother.

“Let’s go,” I said and led the boarding and departure.

My mother was happy like anything. She felt the butterflies and tingles in her tummy and slept for a while.

The turbulence scared her to death, and I just loved her expressions and reactions.

I couldn't sleep because my mind was stuck on a WhatsApp message. I wondered what he must have sent me.

Was it an MMS?

But, as far as I remembered, he didn't record anything.

What if he had?

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