𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

PART 3

𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

Did he just chuckle? So, Mr. Scary Aura knows how to laugh.

"Hii," Vivaan said quietly.

"This is quite awkward," I murmured, and he merely hummed while carefully studying me.

"It's rude to stare," I said, and he simply shook his head.

"I apologize if you felt uncomfortable," he apologized.

"No need to apologize," I smiled.

"Should we take a walk because I am quite nervous?" I asked, and he nodded.

We strolled in the garden, noting our noticeable height difference.

"You don't have to be nervous; I am not scary, you know," he said.

"Your pictures on google said otherwise," I whispered to myself.

"So, you googled me?" he mused, smirking.

"No," I replied too hastily, and he smirked.

"No need to be so defensive," he remarked.

"I am not being defensive," I declared, glaring at him, while he regarded me with amusement.

"Whatever helps you to sleep at night," he smirked.

"Can we just change the topic?" I asked.

"Sure," he replied.

"Are you okay with the marriage thing?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he replied, looking at me, but an emotion passed through his eyes, which vanished before I could point it out.

"Are you?" he asked.

"I don't have any problem with getting married," I replied.

"Okay," he said carefully.

"Do you have any expectations for your future wife, an ideal you dream of?" I asked, but he just shook his head.

"I don't expect anything from you, Anaya. I'm content with whatever you're willing to bring," he calmly stated, and I furrowed my brow.

Willing to offer? It's not a business deal. Why is he so weird? A handsome weird.

Wait. Did he just say he has no expectations from me? We haven't even reached a conclusion, and here he is, deeming me his future wife.