Stupid Formalities

Visha hurried to the cafeteria to meet Priya. She was stand there holding a bag. As soon as she saw Visha, "You're late."

Visha scratched her head with a naive smile, "I over slept." Priya sighed at that and handed her the bag she was holding.

"Here. Go ahead and try it on." Visha took the bag and nodded. She then went inside the washroom looking nervous. What if the color didn't suit her? What if there were so many alterations that it didn't complete on time? Terrible thoughts kept on piling up in her mind. She casually waved it all off. The first thing was to try it on then she should form opinions. She slowly unzipped the bag to see what color it was. A white frill could be seen inside. Visha felt a little at ease. She had worn white dresses before and it quite suits her. She pulled the dress out and saw it was a knee length dress. It had frills starting from her waist till slightly above her knees. She immediately tried it on and rushed to the mirror to see. The dress hugged her perfectly at her waist. It was a little tight at the chest area but otherwise it looked great. The straps of the dress were silocone to make it falsely appear shoulder less. Visha was satisfied as white complimented her angelic face. She looked like a little girl in those frills. A cute little girl. This went so well with her actual image as well. She was now confident to win. She carefully got out of it and neatly put it back in the bag. Priya was waiting right outside. Visha chirpily handed her the bag and gave her a tight hug.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you..." she kept on repeating as she swayed Priya side to side while hugging her. Priya started to laugh at her reaction. Visha finally let go of her.

"I love it so much. You're the bestest friend ever." Priya let out a laugh and took back the bag from her.

"It's perfect. Just a little tight on the chest. Can she really get it done by tonight?" Visha was worried. They had a very short period of time. She didn't know if it was possible.

"Don't worry. She is the best in the whole fashion society. She can do it."

Visha calmed down after Priya's reassurance. She trusted her. All that's left now was to win this competition. But she didn't notice the vile expression on Priya's face. Visha had fallen in her trap again. She won't let anyone sabotage it this time.

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Yash threw away the documents in frustration. Why do humans have so many stupid formalities? He just wants to go to the same huge building his future wife was in. Vir had arranged admission papers for him when he said he also wanted to be there with her. But now he was losing his patience.

"Vir" he yelled. It was all his fault. That good for nothing disciple, always has the worst ideas to get things done.

Vir rushed out of the kitchen as soon as he heard his Master call. He was cooking dinner for him. He went inside and saw papers everywhere on the floor. It looked like a bomb went off in the room. His Master was sitting in the middle emitting a vicious aura. Vir gulped in fear before he spoke, "Yes, Master."

"Why is all this necessary? Taking her with me is much easier." he roared.

"Because Master, humans have a custom. It's called courting. It means to accompany your partner to make them fall in love with you."

"And why is love necessary. She can fall in love when I accompany her afterwards."

Vir sighed, his master maybe the most powerful and capable partner any woman could imagine. But he doesn't know anything about women. How does he teach his Master the art of courting a woman?

"Master, if you take her without her will. She might never accept you as her partner. You need to win her heart. Only then she will willingly give herself to you. Human women are different. They are very complicated." he tried to convince Yash.

Yash thought for a while. Even though forcefully taking her was easier, but he did want her to accept him willingly. He will have to go through all of these papers if he wanted to find that girl and be close to her. He caught her blood scent yesterday. She had bled again. He can't let that happen anymore . He will find out who dared to hurt his future wife. If he was closer to her he would have been able to protect her better. He had already decided that she will be his only woman and no one else. Even though he hasn't seen her, but her smell was already burnt deep into his heart and soul. He would follow that scent through heaven and hell. He had already decided that. A smile appeared on his face as the thought of being close to her crossed his mind. Being able to touch her, hold her, inhale her intoxicating scent. That scent was like a drug. He was addicted to it. His smile turned smug. This woman must be really something to have turned him into a pervert like this. He never thought that a woman was capable of making him go crazy like that. Human world was so different. He never would have imagined to find a wife here. There were countless woman trying to get in his bed and heart back home. But they just wanted to boast around. They were all shallow b*ches who wanted to be on his good side. He was the next heir to the throne, after all.

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