2 Chapter 2

Sarah's P.O.V

I chucked my last piece of clothing carelessly in my bag which was kept at the edge of my bed and moved a little from the place, dropping myself again on my oh so soft and comfortable bed. I and Ruchika nearly took one hour deciding which clothes would be needed and comfortable to wear in London. I didn't know much about London or you can say nothing so, laying on my bed, I decided to know that place a little via google as we were going to spend twenty days there which we definitely won't spend by resting in our hotel room. I asked Ruchika if she was done with her packing to which she replied with a yes.

"Who's gonna close the bag, Sarah?"

"My sweet best friend Ruchika", I said while grinning at her as she stood at the edge of the bed, hands on her hips. She rolled her eyes but anyways closed my bag and laid beside me and pulled her mobile out of her pocket to check for any arrived messages, I guess. I did the same and as I unlocked my phone my heart skipped a beat, thanks to a very hot picture of Zayn as my home screen.

Dang, this boy and his features!

I mentally rolled my eyes. I don't know what this boy has done to me because after trying many times to forget him all I got was a failure, failure to remove his caramel eyes, failure to remove his beautiful and breathtaking smile, failure to remove his perfectly shaped face, failure to remove him out of my mind...

"Ruchika, when are we leaving for London?"

"After two days."

"Wow, the news reached very early to me ."

She chuckled. "Thanks to me."

It seemed time passed by very early as I and Ruchika had a nice chat with each other after which she headed to hers as it was Ten past Nine. After what felt like ages I finally left my room to see what's happening in other parts of my house. I saw mom cooking dinner in the kitchen and after a minute or two passed by with me feeling hesitant and awkward, I decided to help her out a bit. It was mainly for two reasons that I did not want to go to the kitchen. Wanting to go back to my room and awkwardness between me and my mother being the cause of it.

Oh,also because cooking wasn't my forte and I liked living in a house which isn't half fallen apart.

Dad wasn't yet home which meant he had workload as he usually returned till now.

Or maybe he's wanting to get burdened with more work.

I shook my head. Not now.

Stepping in the kitchen, I greeted my mom with a soft hi.

She looked at me just a second longer which was enough to fill me with apprehension. But a soft smile played on her lips as she greeted me, immediately easing my worries.

"How was your day today? Are you done with your packing yet?", mom asked as she got started with the cutting of broccoli to be made for dinner tonight. I made a face.

As much as cholesterol-free it made you,I still didn't like them. I would rather enjoy all the greasy food that I could. Just seeing images of some amazing dishes, my mouth watered. Sadly, I had to eat this today though. Sad life, I am telling you.

"Indeed I had a great time mom, a big thanks to you", I said with a lubish smile on my face, looking at her even though she wasn't looking at me."That was nothing", she replied, her eyes still focused on cutting vegetables, making me feel dejected.

Nope, this is getting better. If not yet, then it will soon be.

With that thought, I realized I was being of no help by standing here.

"Oh, let me help you. " She stopped cutting the green evil vegetable and looked at me like I've asked for all the money present in the house.

I'm not that bad of a cook.. I tried consoling myself.

" Make dough for preparing rotis, will you? "

" Okay, sure. "

After an hour or so dad was back home and dinner was successfully ready too. We ate together and had some talk about some random topics and then went to our respective rooms. I slipped into my nightdress and laid on my bed, it's warmth immediately sending comfort through the fibers of my being. I picked up my phone which was carelessly left on my bed to pass some time on. I unlocked my phone and looked at the photo of Zayn set as my home screen. Smiling a little at the photo as if he'd magically appear on the small screen and smile back at me.

You, Sarah Khan, live in a world full of fantasy.

During dinner, my parents told me to take care of myself and my silly friend as going out of India for the first time which I was enthusiastic and apprehensive about. A frabjous feeling settled within me to see what these twenty days had in store for me. India, because of its rich traditions and cultures was always loved by people and of course, so did I.But I was going to see a different country with its own way of living and I really couldn't wait to explore more about the food choices there!Different country,different people,different lifestyle,different traditions,different stories. Thinking about all of the amazing stuff I was going to be able to do there filled me with more enthusiasm.

But I couldn't approve of everything always. Mostly, arrange marriages took place here which certainly weren't always liked by me. I mean like what if the person we marry is a total jerk? How can you marry someone after knowing him or her for just a month or sometimes days? I know sometimes time doesn't matter. If you think the person is right for you then you decide to be with him. But marriage is not supposed to be just an agreement.

And arrange marriages are mostly just agreements made to be sure that you have a good status in society.

Although, one thing I loved about arrange marriages was the slow blossoming of love after getting married. Yep, some marriages are just that beautiful. The situations sometimes are so weird but then the things start falling back in place and that journey with your significant other is just worth it. They don't always turn out to be bad of which my parents were the best example of. But still, I didn't want an arranged marriage. I was an old soul. I couldn't just marry someone. I needed to bond first. Make sure my heart doesn't end up getting hurt. I needed to feel aeipathy...

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