All in the eyes

A Chapter by Sharmina

Chapter 4, Priya

Eyes like diamond

"Priya! Come downstairs, jaldi!" I kicked off a pair gold heels and slipped into a pair of flats, I knew what was coming, we'd be out of teabags and I'd have to go get them. And it's pouring outside too.

I went to the nearest off-license, and yes it's owned by an Asian (at least we get discount, plus this guy's pretty cool he keeps a secret stash of Glamour for me, a subscriber must remain loyal after all).

It was then that I saw him for the first time. I'd tried to not look, I just knew if I made any eye contact an Uncle of mine would jump out and this would be their opportunity to shame me right there. I kept my head down low, using my umbrella as my shield. I walked past him, this electricity frizzing before us. There was definitely a spark going off, my heart was racing and I just couldn't resist. I gave him a small smile, a tease of what was to come.

He was so fit. He had these eyes like diamonds, his hair was wet and was flopping and he was cold. He sat with his arms crossed and I could hear the shivers coming out from him. I knew I had been lingering for too long, I quickened my pace and quickly got home. My father would've been timing me, he knows the distance to and from the shop, how long it takes to pay, everything. I'd have to think of an excuse.

We were late. As usual. I was in my bedroom re-applying my second coat of mascara realizing the more I apply the longer it will take. My parents knew we had a wedding to go to and yet still they felt the need for extra company, they wouldn't leave and now I'm going to miss the bride's farewell. That's like the best part. And seeing what the other girls have worn and staring them down. I had chosen my dress by myself, it was a deep cherry red, embroidered with gold designs swirling from the bottom making its way to the top. I ransacked through my cupboard looking my gold heels, they were quite small only three inches, as high as an unmarried woman should wear. According to my aunties anyway.

Desperate to get rid of the curry smell which was bound to have spread on my clothes by now I sneakily brought out my perfume, Beyonce heat. If it's not obvious enough, yes I'm totally hiding it from my parents. I want to spare myself the lecture of hearing the whole "smelling nice attracts the opposite gender" and blah. I've heard it all, way too many times. Just hearing the words "opposite gender" makes me shiver, I still haven't had any luck with finding out who this anonymous guy is, but I did see mummy-ji take a photo of me, sealing it in an envelope. You'd think I'd demand there and then what she was planning to do with my photo but its not secret that they have been planning this for a while. Whatever, I'm gonna reject the guy anyways. If I get married I want it to be for love. Is that really so wrong?

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