Anahita halfheartedly chewed onto her pizza slice, twisting her face woefully. Mukund darted one single glance at her before shaking his head and resuming to check his emails. She was so silent today that she didn’t even initiate a conversation and Mukund was reanalyzing his efforts to cheer up his sulking girlfriend. A lavish brunch at seven star hotel in Mumbai was in his plan to gladden her but the romantic ambiance and delicious Italian cuisine did nothing to hinder her scornful thoughts, despite making a hole in his wallet.
Anahita pushed her platter aside and whimpered, “Mukund, do something yaar.” Upon grabbing his attention, she wailed again, “Save me from that man, Mukund. You promised to marry me and it is time now. Do something or else it will be too late.”
“Just calm down, Anahita.” Mukund played the same dialogue on loop, putting his cellphone on the red and white checkered tablecloth and squeezed her palms, “We will think of something.”
Irritated, she jerked his hand away and banged her fist on the table, “I can’t calm down, you asshole. They are bloody playing with my fucking life. I will not tolerate this. No, not anymore. I refuse to do this.”
“Okay, okay! Alright!” Mukund calmed her down, reaching out to tug her hair behind her ear, “I will think of something. Relax, don’t get worried. We will come up with a solution. Together.”
Anahita sniffed, holding his eyes captive with hers and pouted, “I have already thought of something.” Mukund merely inclined his eyebrows in suspicion, trying to read through her brain. He knew that the mask of expression she wore - lips pouted and dow eyes glinting with tenacity - was that of her elfish ideas.
“Come on, out with it.” He permitted the words to slip past his lips, waiting patiently for her reply. Anahita scrambled her chair near him and grinned, “Let’s elope. I can’t wait anymore to be with you. Let’s run away. Far away from everyone and everything where no one gets to catch a glimpse of us.”
Mukund rolled his eyes at her nonsensical demand and chided, “Stop watching Indian drama, Anu. This thing is getting into your brain.”
“I’m serious, Mukund.” She furrowed her eyebrows.
“So am I.”
“Okay, then fine.” She scoffed, pushing herself back on her chair and folded her arms, “See me getting married to that chimpanzee and cry oceans. Meanwhile, I will try to imbibe this painful truth that our love was never worth fighting for.”
“Anahita.” Mukund sighed, trying to touch her but she held herself away, refusing to spare him a single glance. “Running away is not as easy as you’ve made it sound. It’s not ‘Jab We Met’ after all. It is real life and I’ve to make proper arrangements for us. This needs time.”
“Mukund, I’ve my wedding in month. We can’t wait any longer.” She reminded, stressing on her wedding.
“I don’t know anything. You’ve to take me out of this mess. I’ve been bearing him since my childhood but that’s it. I am not going to entertain him anymore. He bosses me everywhere and the worst part, everyone thinks it is romantic. Like hell, it is romantic. No one wants to see through his facade. He bloody enjoys torturing me.” Anahita blabbered and her worried expression manifested fear as she tried to envision ‘him’ as her husband - the owner of most handsome face yet dirty and dangerous mind with a devilish smirk upon his lips and his smoldering eyes - winking at her. She quickly tranced out, “No no-no, I can’t marry him. I can’t tolerate him anymore. Mukund, please save me from him. Please take me away, I don’t want to marry him.” Her eyes brimmed with tears and her lower lip rolled out.
“Hold on! Why do you want to elope with me? I mean you want to marry me because you love me or because Yuvraaj is bossy?” Mukund asked, cocking an eyebrow. Anahita blinked perplexed before crying out. “Of course because I love you.”
“Better!” Mukund flashed a satisfied smile and she pleaded, “Yeah. Smile and make a plan fast. We have got this month only, actually twenty-three days to be precise. Alright?”
“Yes. Don’t worry, we’ll do something.” He reassured her, squeezing her palm and tossed a kiss on her forehead. Although tensed, Anahita felt her insides melting like an iceberg with his slightest touch and she murmured, closing her eyes.
“Please save me, Mukund. I beg you.”