Chapter Seven

I glanced up at him and saw him looking the other way. Awkwardly, I sat down on the swing. He didn't notice since he was looking the other way.

Hmm....

"Would you like to sit," I practically whispered.

He turned and looked at me and instantly, I froze. He looked at the empty space beside me and sat down, leaving some space in between us. We sat for a while, not saying anything. There was just this awkward silence around us, when finally, he spoke.

"So what do you do," he asked.

Wait a minute - why does his voice sound so familiar? Have I met him before- no, I've never even seen him in my life! So then why...? Ugh, whatever. I'm not even gonna think about it anymore.

I shrugged slightly. "Not much. I recently graduated with my Master's and recently got a job."

He nodded. "That's good. Fresh mind, fresh job."

I snorted lightly. "Yeah. ... what about you?"

"I run my own business."

My eyes shot up to him and he turned and looked at me.

"You're kidding," I said.

He scrunched his eyebrows. "No, he said slowly.

Hot Stuff say what?!

"Excuse me but dayum," I exclaimed. "And how old are you?"

"I'm 28."

"Wow." I nodded my head, impressed. "Thats really good. How long have you had it?"

"Since I was 17."

My eyes shot up back to his, very wide. "Wow," was all I could say.

He slightly smirked. "I guess."

I lightly chuckled. This guy sure is something. But....

"You don't seem like one of those snobs," I said daringly.

I looked at him and he looked at me. I couldn't exactly tell what he was thinking, but I knew he was thinking something. I had to end up looking away, slightly blushing. I could notice him looking at me from the corner of my eyes.

Eep!

"I'm here!"

We both looked up and saw Anjali with a tray. She came our way and set the tray down on the table in front of us.

"I see we're looking at each other, hmm," she teased.

Arnav and I looked away. Anjali giggled and then asked how much sugar I took. I told her and she handed me my tea and then she handed Arnav's his tea. She took the tray and left, smiling, and I looked at him.

"You don't take sugar with your tea," I asked.

"I can't. I'm diabetic."

My eyes widened. "You are?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Oh. ... I'm sorry."

He looked at me confused, yet humored. "Why?"

"Well, you can't have sweet stuff! I mean you can't have candy unless it's sugar free, or gum, unless is sugar free, or jalebis!"

"What the? Jalebis?"

"Haan! Yummy, sweet jalebis," and I was off in La La Land.

"So you like jalebis?"

I snapped back. "Yeah. But...."

"But?"

I shook my head. "Nothing."

I quickly took a sip of my tea so that he wouldn't question forward. Had I continued what I was going to say, then it would've been that if we did actually get married, then I would lower down my sugar-eating habits =3

We both sipped on our tea and Anjali came back.

"So are you two talking," Anjali teased.

I slightly blushed.

Arnav gave her a face. "Have you spoken to Jeejaji?"

Anjali blushed. "Yes."

"When will he be back?"

"You know how lawyers are," she rolled her eyes, and then placed her hands on her hips. "Why? Trying to get rid of your sister huh?"

I couldn't help but to giggle, not noticing Arnav looking at me. "Your husband is a lawyer," I asked Anjali.

Anjali nodded. "Yeah, and he spends his time in the court all day," she pouted.

"Aww."

Just then Arnav's phone rang and he pulled out a BlackBerry. Typical business man phone.

"Hello," he said Ito the phone. He held a finger up and we both nodded and he walked away to talk.

I looked at Anjali. "So your husband is a busy man?"

Anjali nodded. "Yeah. He's one of the top lawyers, not meaning to brag, but that actually sucks. Especially if you're the wife of a top lawyer," she pouted.

"That must suck."

"Hmm." She looked at Arnav and then quickly sat beside me. "You know, my Chote is always at the office too."

What? "Really?"

"Mm hmm." She sighed. "I'm hoping and praying that he gets married fast. That way he won't be working all day. He needs to get away from it all."

"Ooh...."

She wrapped her arm around my neck. "Don't worry. My brother does have a heart and from what I was hearing inside..."

I looked up at her.

"... you just might be the answer to my prayers," she winked.

I blushed instantly. Omg, I hope Buaji didn't say anything. Then again, she would never do that.

"So, if you'd like," Anjali whispered, "would you like to meet my brother again?"

I blushed harder. How do I reply to that?

Anjali giggled. "I've got my answer."

She got up and went off to her brother before I could stop her. Arnav had just gotten off the phone when she reached him and spoke to him. I couldn't hear them, but in the end, Anjali beamed and went back inside.

Arnav looked my way and I quickly looked away. He came my way and I'm just hoping Anjali didn't say anything.

"I hope my sister didn't say anything to disturb you," he said. "She can be a bit...."

I shook my head. "No."

"Khushi!"

We looked up and saw Buaji.

"Come inside please."

I nodded and she went in.

"Guess thats the cue," I said.

He nodded and held his hand out. I looked at his hand and then at him. He was looking right back at me and slowly I placed my hand in his, held it, stood up, and then let go of it quickly because it was as like as if I had felt a spark. We walked back to the house not saying anything.

When we got back inside, I found my family beaming.

"Of course we'll be there," Babuji smiled.

Nani beamed. "Great! Friday it is then."

Babuji nodded.

Both Arnav and I looked at them.

Anjali came to my side and beamed. "We're having a party on Friday evening and you must come Khushi."

I smiled lightly. "I will."

"So, we'll leave now," Babuji said, putting his hands together.

Anjali slightly nudged me and whispered "if you want to catch Chote's attention that day, wear red," and she smiled.

I looked at her and then at my anarkali. Oh. Em. Gee!

Nani smiled and then looked at Arnav. "Chote, take them to the car," she smiled.

Arnav nodded and led us out. Amma and Babuji walked in front and Buaji and I walked behind them, Arnav behind us.

Buaji tugged slightly on my hand. "Like him?"

I looked her. "Buaji please."

Buaji chuckled. "Sorry."

Arnav brought us to the car and we all got in. We bid our goodbyes and the car pulled away. I looked back once and saw him looking at the car, on the phone.

Hmm... maybe he really is a busy man. But is that a good thing for me :/