Chapter 7

Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.

-Nora Ephron.



"Did I ever agree for a date with you?", I

glared outrageously at him.

"Don't get your hopes too high Ms.Deshmukh, my assistant arranged it", he spat.

"Oh, common now stop lying. Why will your assistant plan a romantic dinner with red roses instead of a formal one?", I stated sarcastically.

I gasped dramatically as my eyes widened in fake-surprise.

"Unless this is your regular routine with different women", I looked at him with utter disgust.

"I never told you it's a formal dinner. She arranged it for an important event", he hissed grinding his teeth in annoyance.

Good going Sam, maintain the same pace.

This jerk should either lose his colgate-teeth or his pretty mind today.

"What is the event", I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"You will know shortly", he smirked as

"Now if you will permit me, I will be honored to escort my date".

He extended his right hand towards me as his eyes glittered with mirth as the waiters approached us with food.

"I'm not your date", I hissed extending my hands to avoid gaining unwanted attention.

You have already succeeded in that Sam, when you made your dashing appearance in these ragged clothes.

My conscience mocked me.

He halted near the lavish table, as he held back a chair pointing me to sit.

What a perfect gentleman, I scoffed.



"Let's get finished with this deal now", I huffed.

"Let me correct some misconceptions of yours first".

He sighed taking his assigned seat as he signaled the waiters to serve.

"There will never be a deal between us & secondly, we are going to have dinner first. Everything else can wait for later", he said staring at me with a stoic face.

Oh!! This jerk thinks he is America's dictator. Ordering me around.

I glared at him venomously before the heavenly aroma of food reached my nose as I almost forget who was sitting infront of me.

Let's start our 2nd mission Sam.

"Oh thank goodness!!! I'm really hungry", I exclaimed eyeing the variety of dishes.

"Can you bring another set of these food please".

I clasped my hands infront of my face as I stared cheekily at the handsome waiter.

"Sure mam", he hesitated glancing between I and Nicholas.

"What? do you have any problem?", I raised my brows challengingly at him.

"Not at all, you are free to order everything from their menu, I will be glad to feed my date", he said with a smug face as his upper lip tilted at corner.

My smile faltered as my shoulders slumped down at that.



God please help me.

Please save my poor stomach from bursting today

I blinked my teary eyes, due to spiciness of the food as I tried very hard to fill the remaining plates into my completely stuffed stomach.

"Why are you hesitating to finish this last plate? Oh! I assume you don't want to finish this plate. Don't worry I will ask the servers to repeat our order", he said innocently.

"Waite.........", he raised his hand to wave at them.

"Stop!!!!"........ I suddenly screeched as he turned his glittering eyes towards me.

"I mean, yeah... I'm full for now. No need to order anything", I said.

"How are you full so fast? You just ate 8 plates of complete meals. I'm sure you are still hungry", his eyes danced with amusement.

"Just stop this alright. I said I'm full now. That's the end of discussion", I snapped with fury.

"See you are clearly pissed right now. I have heard it somewhere that, people get angry when they are hungry", he added, further infuriating me.

Calm down Sam.

Inhale....

Exhale......

Inhale the good-shit and exhale the bullshit.

I repeated it like a mantra in my mind till my anger subsided.

I put on a bright fake-smile staring at him.

"I'm perfectly alright Mr.Remington. please let's drop this matter here"

"As you wish Ms.Deshmukh", he said clearly with a mocking smile.

Finally dear lord !!!!!

"Why do you want to marry me?" I crossed my hands firing the important question that was nagging my mind.

"Interest", he mumbled.

"Interest?", I asked confused.

"Yes", he sighed. "You Interest me Sam", he uttered in a deep tone sending chills down my spine.

Sam?

A weird shiver passed my body hearing him say my name.

It was just too intimate. Nobody other than my own family and few friends referred me as Sam.

No....no..... don't fall in his trap. You know what a manipulative businessman he is.

"I don't want to play this cat and mouse game with you, Mr. Remington, so let me ask you again", I stared at him seriously.

"Why. do. you. want. to. marry. me?"

He leaned back, staring at me intensely with his grey eyes. A wide range of different emotions crossed through his eyes in a second.

"You are my parents choice", he finally muttered.

"And I respect my parents too much, to refuse their wishes", he gratified.

I scoffed at him. I don't know whether to admire or laugh at his reasons.

If it was any other situation I would have admired his genuine respect towards his parents. But man here we are talking about two life's.

"I wonder whether you would have respected your parents wish if they have chosen a donkey as your bride".

Something dangerous crossed his features as his eyes turned dark with intense anger.

"Be careful with your words Sam. I might destroy your name with just a snap of my fingers", he hissed with fierce gaze.

Dear God did I just awaken a sleeping beast?

I gulped down unconsciously, at the power and threat his words held.

He stood up from his seat still staring at me with his intense gaze as he finally halted near my seat.

"Come on", he said extending his hand for me to take.

I placed my left hand in his right one, as he pulled me towards the centre of the hall as music started to play suddenly.

"What are you doing? Leave my hand", I said trying to pry my hands away.

He suddenly tightened his grip on my hand as he jerked me forward with such a force that I stumbled on him.

"We don't want to upset those musicians now, do we?", he smirked pointing towards the row of musicians.

What a manipulative bastard !!!!

He dragged me closer to his warmth sensing that, I didn't offer resistance to his touch anymore. He placed my hand on his shoulder while holding the other in his.

We gently swayed to the light music of the instruments without exchanging any words as the silence prevailed between us.

I sensed something warm caressing my bare waist. My eyes widened alarmingly realizing it was his hand, touching my bare skin through the gap where my sweatshirt had raised up.

Goosebumps erupted on my skin as my body shook lightly at the contact.

I craned my neck towards his 6'3" towering frame, to see he was already staring at me with a smirk on his lips.

"Take your dirty hands, off me Mr", I snapped pushing him back with all my might.

Fucking males.

He just smirked, as he walked near me slowly tucking his hands in his pockets.

Now what is he doing?

My heart hammered against my chest, as I sensed him standing too near for my comfort.

And then at a speed in which a lightening strikes a tree he tilted his head and planted his luscious lips on my cheek.

That very moment, my heart skipped a beat.

Then started beating again.

Twice as fast.

My mind just became numb. All I could do was stare at his handsome face bewildered.

I felt cold metal, slipping past my fingertips still in my daze.



I jerked out of my thoughts to see a vintage moon-stone ring with diamonds, seated on my ring finger.

"What the hell did you do, Nicholas?"

"We are engaged now, fiancee".

I jerked back my hand in rage, trying hard to remove the heavy ring. But it was clearly stuck on my finger refusing to come out.

"Don't you dare to even think of removing it Sam. You know the consequences the moment it comes out of your fingers".

He warned with a clear edge to his tone.

Damn you !!!!

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