Date!

"I'll not go anywhere. What was the need to flirt? I say. "You know very well." She says as her eyes start filling with tears. I glance up into her eyes.

Her past boyfriend cheated on her and after that, she never liked any boy. She just flirts with boys and spends time with them. That's it. Her broken heart doesn't let her trust any other boy now.

"I know you're in pain but that doesn't mean you can do anything. You're breaking an innocent person's heart." I say. She glances down at her feet.

"I know. I'm sorry for that. He's been waiting for you in the restaurant for the past two hours. Go and meet him for once. He's desperate to meet you." She says. "Not me. It's you. You go and tell him that your name is Ishani, not Khushi. That's it." I say.

"No. I don't want to meet him. I'm not interested. I was just passing time with him." She says. "So you want me now to clear your mistakes?" I ask. "Just go for one date. Tell him that you didn't like him and that's it. He'll not disturb you then." She says. I sigh and chuckle.

"Even if I go. How will I look like an engineer's daughter? Huh?" I ask. She purses her lips and nods, eying my body up to the toe. "Yeah. This pajama and baggy T-shirt won't work for a date. Wear something else." She says. I knit my brows.

"What!" I mumble in surprise. She nods and smiles. She holds my wrist and takes me near her closet. "What do you want to wear?" She asks as she opens the door of the closet. I widened my eyes seeing her closet which was full.

I can't believe she has this much clothes.

"Let me pick something for you." She says and picks a red short bodycon one piece. "Wear this. I bought it but it was not my size. It'll fit you." She says. I widen my eyes and shake my head. "I'm not going to wear that. It's short. I never wore short outfits." I say. "Well, you have to look at Ishani today. Wear it. Now." She says.

"But what about my body hair?" I ask. She nods and hums. "Don't worry about that." She says and walks towards her dressing. "What are you doing now?" I ask.

"You need a parlor treatment today." She says. I knit my brows.

"What!"

She nods and chuckles. She makes me sit on the bed and she starts putting and pulling wax strips. I didn't know it gives this much pain. "I don't want to go anywhere. Leave me." I say as tears roll down from my eyes in pain. "Just shut up. Don't cry like a child." She says. She messages my face after waxing and does a little bit of makeup on my face.

"Now go and wear that dress." She says. "Please," I say. "Go." She says. I bit my lips and walked inside the washroom. I come outside after changing. She gives me wow you are looking so beautiful.

"You know if I was a boy I would have proposed to you just now." She says. I chuckle.

"Am I looking that pretty?" I ask. She nods. "Look in the mirror." She says. I gulp nervously and turn my body. I glance up and my jaw drops as I see myself. My curves are showing clearly. It's a red velvet V-neck full sleeve one piece. I'm uncomfortable but I'm looking like a model.

I look this pretty. I didn't know that.

"But it's red. You know I don't like the red color. Can't I wear something else?" I ask eying my body up to toe. "No. Red is his favorite color so he told me to wear red for the date." She says. I glance up at her.

"What?" I ask. She nods. I again turn my face to the mirror. I glance up into my eyes.

Red is that park boy's favorite color too. Can it be possible that he's...

"You're looking just like a red velvet cake. He'll wanna eat you." She says. I give her a death glare.

"Sorry. I didn't mean that. But he'll surely fall for you. I can feel that." She says and lets out a chuckle.

"Don't say that. I don't want any other boy." I say.

"Why?" She asks. "Because I.." I say but stop when I realize what I'm about to say. I can't tell her that I like Hani. It's so embarrassing. I'll keep it private.

"I love my parents and I don't want to hurt them," I say. She nods.

"Don't worry. Just remember that you're going to reject him. Okay. Now go on the date. Enjoy. Tell him you didn't like him and reject him. That's it." She says and gives me a pair of black pencil heels.

"Wear it." She says. I wore that. It's so painful. "I can't wear it. My feet are much taller than yours. It's not fitting me." I say.

"Oh just manage it for some time. I don't have bigger heels." She says. I nod.

"Now go." She says as she starts pushing me out of her house.

"But how will I go and where? I don't know." I say. "I've already told the driver. He'll drop you and pick you too." She says. She has a driver because her parents live out of town and she lives here alone with her grandparents.

"But what if your grandparents ask about the driver?" I ask. "Don't worry. I'll make up an excuse. You just go now." She says as she pushes me inside the car and closes the door.

"Bye." She says and waves her hand. I glance up at her. "Wait a minute. What's his name? And at least show me his picture." I ask. "Kunal." She says and shows me a boy's picture. He's good looking but I'm not interested. He's not my Hani though. I nod and utter. "Okay." I sigh and look away as the driver starts driving the car.

I can't believe I'm going on a date. God, save me.

The driver stops the car after a while. "Mam. We've reached." He says. I nod and come outside after opening the door. I close the door and turn my body. It's such an expensive restaurant. I should not go. He'll recognize me just in one sight that I'm someone else but I have to go. I exhale a long breath and walk inside. I stop and eye every corner of the restaurant. It's so beautiful. White tiles are shining so much that I can even see my face and its ceiling is beautifully decorated by lantern lights there are mirrors instead of walls, white round tables, and chairs where people are having fun with their loved ones. So many people are here.

Where's he? Who's he? I'm already uncomfortable in this short dress.

I sigh and glance up. My eyes meet with a boy's eyes who's already looking at me. He stares at me silently and grins. He has a fair ivory skin tone, black eyes, side parted short black hair, clean shaved, pink lips. He's wearing a black leather jacket over a white plain t-shirt and black pants pairing it with black boots, sitting with widely opened legs in front of me and I can tell just by seeing him that he's tall. He waves his hand as he grins more widely. I gulp nervously and glance down at my feet.

Is it him? But he's not looking like that picture boy. If he's not that picture boy then who's he? And why is he smiling at me? Maybe I didn't see his face clearly in the picture. I should see it again. I glance up at him. He's still looking at me. I glance down again. He's handsome. He'll not like me. I'm not very beautiful. But I'm here for that. To unlike him. Right? Why am I worrying that he's not going to like me? I'm really mad.

I glance up again to see him. He chuckles and raises his hand parallel to the ground in front of his chest in which he's wearing a watch and raises his other hand too as he points his finger on the watch. Maybe he's gesturing at me that I'm too late. He gestures to me to go closer to him. I gulp nervously and turn hurriedly.

I can't. Never in my life have I done something like this. I just can't. I can't meet a boy. I like Hani. I start walking to go outside but stop when I realize someone has held my wrist from behind. I widened my eyes and gulped nervously. I turn and glance up. That boy is holding my wrist. He grins.

He'll not let me go this easily, I guess. What will happen to me now? Who will save me from him?