I didn't want to meet him, considering the questioning his dear mother had subjected me to. I mean why on earth did a 'future mother-in-law' wanted to know about my gold investments and savings of the other kinds. She reminded me of the yesteryear mother-in-laws of Bollywood who always kept a check on their daughter-in-law with a crooked gaze and never got tired of addressing them with a yelling irritating connotation 'bahu'.
I saw him standing outside the coffee shop, looking intently at his phone. I think the poor fellow wanted to call me and check on my whereabouts. I was standing near the counter of the coffee shop, praying for a miracle. A miracle that could somehow let the aliens land on earth and kidnap him, taking him away to a nameless planet, from where he could never escape. How could I wish ill for someone with such guiltless shame?I decided to take refuge in the hideous corners of the coffee shop, so that he could never trace me. To add insult to his injuries, I had switched my phone to 'flight mode'.How much I had started loathing this handsome stranger. Only if his pictures had not make me go weak in my knees, I could have been spared of the threatful fear I was experiencing in that coffee shop, abuzz with human life and loud music.
Excerpts from Chapter 4 of the unfinished manuscript.