Chapter 35

Once we finished our dinner which I barely lay a finger on the plate, we bid our good night and headed back to our rooms. I looked at the bag and took the dress one by one. In no time my eyes widen in surprise. All my suspicions were proved right. These were the same dress I had gone through in the mall and the girl before I saw was absolutely Quinn. These three planned the drama very well and fooled me. They know if they buy me a dress I would reject so they come with this idea. But why? 'Because you are so mean to them.' My inner mind pointed out. And I realised I have been so hard to handle, it's all because of the insecurities I had in my mind. I thought I was a burden to them but they proved me wrong. They were treating me as equal to them. "I will change my behaviour for them," I said to myself before drifted into a peaceful slumber. * Sheila's POV: Right now we are in the living room, chatting and talking about our childhood memories. Quinn shared her sweet memories with us. Look like she had been so funny in her childhood. She narrated that one day she and Harry went fishing with her Grandpa. She didn't catch any fish for about an hour, so her grandpa advised her to put a big bait to feed the fish. She thought for a bit and pushed harry into the river. She thought Harry was big enough to feed the bunch of fishes so she may catch lots of fish. But finally, they both ended up getting grounded for a month. We all burst into laughter while Harry sat in silence. A small glint of sadness crossed over Quinn's face but she plastered with a small smile. "Well, our childhood was so funny. We were always fighting to gain our Grandpa's attention," She explained further. I nodded my head as a comprehension. "Sheila? Did you have any boyfriend?" Quinn asked which literally turned my mood heavy. For a moment I looked at her with a blank expression. "Why?" I raised my eyebrows. "We know you are single now. So I'm just asking if you had anyone in your past life." She casually shrugged her shoulder. "No." I shook my head to left and right. "My parents are so strict. They strictly told me not to talk to any boys whether they are from my class or not. I'm not allowed to have a boyfriend in my life. Because they do not believe in love." Yeah! For them love is a four-word poison. "They think the meaning of love is just another four-word of lust which attracts each other. Once they come out of that spell, their life would be ruin. So it's better to have a arrange marriage." But they don't know not all arranged marriages were ended in the grave together. "That's how I was raised by my parents. That's what my great grandparents said to their children and the theology is still passing to our generation." And they believe this generation would follow all their tradition which was written a pretty century ago. "No one did love marriage before. They all had a arrange marriage and live their life happily and they are expecting the same from me, that I too marry a man who they are going to arrange for me." I sighed. "It sucks." Quinn opened her mouth like a fish and closed it. "Sheila we are living in the 20th century. We are not 80's kids anymore." She wailed. "Well all people have a different mindset, for them they are right. So we can't change them." I shrugged my shoulder. "So you are going to marry a man who your parent is going to pick for you? Even you don't like him, huh?" Harry asked, a hint of anger revealed in his voice "I'm not saying that, Harry. They are afraid of love. That's all." He twisted his lips most probably he wouldn't have liked what I said. A sheepish smile crept on my face when I remembered the old memories. "I did not find any fun in this," He said and leaned towards his armchair. "No. It's not like that, Harry. Actually, when I was fifteen, a boy named Tony proposed to me but being a nerd, I directly went to my house and informed the matter to my parents." Eww! I was really a naive girl. "From that day I didn't see him. Somehow, I feel pity for him. He was the one who proposed to me in my entire life. He was my first and the last." I smiled at the memory of him. For a while, a long silence occupied the living room. So I spoke again to break the silence. "But if I find my true love in the future, of course, I will change my mind. After all, it's my life and I hope my parents will support me." I think so. A long, satisfied sigh escaped from Harry's mouth and my cheeks turned into a shade of pink. I know he has a feeling for me and here I'm waiting for when God will put some sense into his mind. He is caring so much for me. He handed my mobile phone the next day morning and it is working very well. To my dismay, without my conscience, my eyes even shed some tears but that time a happy one. He, on the other hand, couldn't even bore to see me with the moisturized eyes. He wiped my tears with his thump and I kissed his cheek for a millisecond. He didn't give any reaction, instead, he glued on the spot. Maybe he wouldn't have expected this from me. I don't know from where I get the courage to kiss him, but I feel good. At least he deserved it. And like a real gentleman, till today, he didn't mention that kiss and I'm glad for that.