Page 19 of Always? Forever.
“Look why don’t we just use the story of how we met, if it were a book it would be considered a meet cute”
“Us fighting the very first time we met, is your definition of a meet-cute?”
“Not mine, but it is”
He rolled his eyes
“Actually yeah, let’s just go with that because it’s the truth we have less chance of slipping up”
I nodded and put down the meet-cute
The next thing on the list was what we needed to know about each other.
“Now, you write down the basic info about yourself, like your birthday, your parent's anniversary, favorite colour, etc. on these cards and I’ll write mine, so we can exchange them and go over them later”
Kartik nodded, processing whatever I said.
We both started writing, it was kind of adorable to see Kartik concentrate so much on a task. I giggled looking at him which made him look up at me from his cards with a confused expression. I shook my head and we both continued writing.
Kartik
We sat comfortably in the cafe, both writing our index cards. I couldn’t help but watch her out from the corner of my eye; the way her brow furrowed up in concentration, the way she played with the pen, the way her hair kept falling on her face as she tried to tuck it behind her ears. I felt an urge to tuck her hair behind as it irritated her. I smiled to myself that any moment like this would be such a scene from a romantic novel. And that's when I realized.Oh. Oh no.I couldn’t think of her this way. I mean it was just days ago I was thinking of her as my enemy, moreover, what we were about to enter was a fake engagement. It was like half an hour later when we finished writing.
I had about 25 cards whereas she had about 30. Exchanging our cards, we started reading it.
She had titled all her cards with something or the other. It was like she had titled each and every chapter of her life in some way like a novel. Cute.
I scoffed reading something on her cards, she looked up and gestured to me to elaborate on why I was scoffing.
“This isn’t possible”
“What’s not possible?”
“That you have never gotten a fracture before”
She looked confused, which was just bizarre. The woman was so clumsy, it’s truly a miracle that she hadn’t had any fractured limbs before.
“I haven’t had one”
I was shocked and surprised and then I started shaking his head. She sat back and crossed her arms across her chest.
“That is not possible. Come on, are you serious?!”
She nodded almost mad, not understanding why I was so shocked. She was clumsy as hell, constantly banging into things. I just shook my head in amusement as I continued reading the cards.
She looked at the cards in her hand, tilted her head as if it would help her understand it better. She was gorgeous. I had dated a model before and even she wouldn’t come close to looking as beautiful as Samaira was looking at the moment. It was a good thing I didn’t believe in love, otherwise I would have definitely fallen for her.
“What do you mean by your ex is your sister in law?” She asked as if that statement baffled her. Guess if she was my fianceé, she should know the story. Well I wasn’t about to get into that a woman broke me so much I stopped believing in love, but the gist of it.
I sighed, “I was dating this girl, I believe I loved her in some capacity, next thing I know, I caught her and my cousin making out in my office. Apparently, she was his girlfriend and only dating me so they could get my inheritance.” I look over to her while she looks angry and for once I am relieved as I’m sure it isn’t directed at me.
“She did WHAT?” She finally said something, after what felt like forever. People around us looked over at our table since she practically screamed.
It wasn’t anything new—over the past few days, I’d noticed that no matter where we went, Samaira had a way of drawing attention without even trying.
I just shrugged my shoulders. There was no point in discussing it as no one could change the past. I went back to reading her cards. She had mentioned she had one ex boyfriend that she broke up with not too long ago. There were no other details mentioned, I didn’t want to pry, if she was comfortable sharing the details she would have mentioned it. And it didn’t matter, it was in the past. Was she still in love with him or something? Is that why she wants a fake boyfriend, to make him jealous?
“Why do you want a fake boyfriend? I asked.
