Chapter 3 2

Arnav's POV

My heart is beating fast. I rush ahead as I don't want to miss my flight. My cousin is getting married this weekend. After attending the wedding, I will trap for the next three months.

You must be thinking! Where? I'm a merchant Navy guy. People think we spent a happy life there. It's quite difficult to keep yourself away from your parents, family and especially friends. But we make friends every day. I don't have time to flirt with a slim beauty who passes her best smile at my side. I wink at her, but I don't stop my feet. I'm exhausted. I want to relax in my seat for the next sixteen hours. My heart beats for only one girl, my girl, Suhana! I still remember her name and face. That's all I know about her. She's a beauty from heaven.

I board. I want to slip in my seat and want to take a nap. My eyes freeze when I glance at, with whom I'm going to share this journey.

She's the same girl whom I'm finding for fucking Eight years. First time I saw her was when she had come to our store. I still remember her eyes. It's light chocolate brown eyes with blue rings.

Damn! She's looking more beautiful than before! I don't wanna use this word for her but she's sexy!

She's looking uneasy and anxious. Abruptly, she throws her head over her knees. Her long dark brown wavy hair spread all over her back which is shading natural red.

I'm smiling like a toddler who gets a basket of chocolates. I cover my face with my hoodie and put on sunglasses. I don't know what she would think about this look. I want to see how she behaves with a stranger. I want to know, is she worth these eight years? I take my seat. Her hand is resting on her seat's arm.

"Hey! Are you okay? "I ask her to start the conversation.

She raises her head. Her face is an inverted triangle reminding me of Scarlett Johansson. Her lips are full, slightly red, and glossy. Her creamy skin is flawless and glowing. She's naturally beautiful, with no makeup. I dream of her every night.

She glares at me with her mesmerizing eyes. Her lips are contorted in disgust. She glares at me. I hold back my smile, " Excuse me." She says to the passing air hostess, averting her eyes from me. She fully ignores me.

"How can I help you, ma'am? " She asks her.

"Can you please take this dumbass out of my eyes? I don't want this shit around me. " She says with a taste of anger.

My eyes widened. I thank the sunglasses.

' She is damn rude, man! But I love it. '

"Woh girl! Mind your language. I respect girls. " I couldn't take away the shock from my voice.

She slightly draws her face at my side, "It was decent, you big oaf! Don't compel me to be worse." She coldly glares at me as if she'd kill me with her eyes.

' I'm the luckiest one because she had already killed me with her mesmerizing eyes when she glanced at me some years ago. '

That rudeness was enough, for now, I couldn't take her misbehavior and rudeness any longer.

I have liked her since the day I saw her. I love her.

I remove my hood and stare at her. Her eyes widen and her red lips part in shock. "I'm sorry. " She almost squeals and clamps her mouth with both hands. I dismiss the air hostess, who is still standing beside me and staring down at us.

I am damn sure she doesn't need to throw me away to another seat now, "You're forgiven." I lean in closer, but I don't invade her private space.

' Second name of love is respect. '

She lowers her gaze and digs her green polished nails in the pad of her other fingers. I want to reach her hand and wrap my fingers around her tender hands. Ecstasy is a very small word to describe my mood now.

Finally, She's in front of me. Thank you, God. I won't let her go away from me now. I close my eyes and say the prayers.

I want her to start the conversation. But she'll not. I curse myself for using this stupid hood thing on her. She is looking sad. She doesn't say anything, "Are you okay? " I ask her politely.

"Yes, it's the first time. I'm traveling by plane. " She says as she throws her head on the headrest and closes her eyes.

"Do you want some water? "I ask her. She's looking sick. I want to hug her. But she could slap me. I don't wanna lose her. I get her back after fu**** years.

"You shouldn't sit here. There's a high possibility, I'm going to be sick." She says, her voice was telling how drained she is feeling. I'm worried about her.

"Did you eat something?" She looks like she has a habit of dieting. I'm fearing she'll faint. She's slim but gorgeous.

"I didn't. It would help me not to vomit, you know." She quickly glances at me and stares down at her hands in her lap.

Her eyes, Gosh! I love them.

Her one look is enough to make any man fall in love with her. She blinks her long lashes and looks away again. I want to capture every moment with her. But first I need to know, is she married or single? Undoubtedly, her widened eyes were telling me that she remembered our first meeting. She didn't mention it.

' I will do it when she's asleep. I can invade her handbag and find out her details from her documents. '

I smile at my evil brain. But for her, I want to be a good one. I pray for her to be single. I want her to be in a conversation with me, so she could forget her fright from flying, "By the way! I'm Arnav Singh Oberoi," I extend my hand.

' Please give me the honor to feel your skin. '

She hesitates but extends her hand. She put her hand in my hand only for a second. Immediately she pulls it back. It startles me. But it is her first journey on the plane. So I shouldn't mind. At least, I know she is vulnerable like a petal of roses, "Suhana, " She whispers.

' I know, Jaan! ' But I don't say it out loud.

She clenches the arm of the chair when the plane begins its speed. She tightly shut her eyes. I can't see her like this when I know I can help her. I put my hand on the back of her hand. She snaps open her eyes wider, giving me a full look of her beautiful eyes.

' She's an angel on earth. '

When the plane is in the air. I remove my hand. She doesn't complain but she also doesn't look at me after that. I gaze at her. Her lips part in a huge smile as she stares out of the window. She bites her lips when fear clouds her beautiful features, "You should eat, Suhana." I told her.

"Um.." She chews on her bottom lip and shakes her head in no.

' Shit! She's killing me. '

"Are you planning to eat at the landing of the plane?" I ask her. She nods her head and blinks innocently. "Suhana! " She glances at me with parted lips. I like my effect on her, "We're not traveling from Chandigarh to Mumbai. You'll faint." I tell her.

"That'd be better," she whispers.

She always leaves me surprised. I raise my eyebrows in a question. Instead of answering, she turns to look out of the window, "Are you alone? I mean, where's your family? " I ask to know more about her.

"Oh! You mean to ask....." She stops, biting back a sarcastic reply.

' Has she gotten bored with me? That's not a good sign. But I'll try my best after knowing her status. '

For now, I will keep silent and wait for her to sleep.

I keep an eye on her. It doesn't take long. She sleeps quickly. I was waiting for it. I hold her handbag. I know it is wrong.

Everything is fair in love.

I am watching her through the corner of my eyes. She doesn't stir. I don't have to dig much. I quickly opened her passport and other documents. There is written her father's name instead of her husband's name. I sigh in relief looking for her detail as a smile stretches on my lips.

' Her full name is Suhana Kashyap. Age: twenty-five. Perfect, I'm twenty-six. I regret that I have wasted eight years without my perfect match, without her.'

I quickly put it back as she is sleeping calmly. I don't want her to startle and hate me. Before anyone could see me and put an accusation of being a thief. I close my eyes with a smile, resting my head back.