Hi All. I am Diya. The story you are about to read is a narration of a series of hot events that occurred in my life on my first ever visit to Delhi. Anyways before we start let me give a quick introduction of myself.
So, I am Diya, a 19-year-old girl from Kerala. Not one to boast about my looks but for the purposes of this story let me just say I have been told I am beautiful by many people. I have a fair complexion and a slender figure with good facial features. If you want to picture me in your head, I have been told that I look a lot like actress Vedhika.
But at the time the incidents of this story were happening I was at an all-time low in my life. I was still reeling from the after-effects of getting out of an abusive relationship I was in just until a few months ago. My self-confidence was at an all-time low. I badly wanted to get out of my current surroundings for a change of air and to clear my mind. That is why it came as a welcome surprise when my elder brother Deepak invited me to stay with him at his place in Delhi for a few weeks.
Apparently, Deepak, my 27-year-old big brother, has fallen in love with a north Indian girl named Preeti who was a former colleague of his. Needless to say, our parents were dead against this affair. But he decided to go ahead and marry her anyway without their knowledge. They were already living in a live-in relationship and everything. Even though Preeti’s parents didn’t have any issues with the relationship itself, they wouldn’t be supportive if they came to know of our parent’s disapproval. So the couple who predicted this problem beforehand came up with this crazy idea to get their neighbor Shankar who was a close friend of theirs to act as our father so that they can get married with the blessings of her family at least. Since Shankar was settled in an apartment next to the one they were living in, it won’t be much difficult for them to keep up with the act even in the future if need be.
From his talks, I have learned that Shankar was a widower in his middle fifties who lived alone. His wife passed away in a car accident 5 years back and his two kids were abroad pursuing their higher studies. When my brother first told me of this idea of using a fake dad I straight on told him he was nuts to even think of trying it. But in the end, I succumbed as the idea of staying away from home for a few weeks was too enticing to ignore plus I really wanted my brother to be happy.
So that was how I finally set my foot in North India for the first time in my life. That too in the capital city of Delhi. I could see the stark difference in culture as soon as I stepped into the airport. People were, in general, dressed more stylishly and everybody minded their own business. My brother has told me beforehand that it would be Shankar, my new fake dad that would be coming to pick me up from the airport as he was busy at work rushing to complete his pending projects prior to his one-week-long leave he would be taking for his wedding.
Seeing Shanker for the first time came as quite a pleasant surprise as he looked nothing like what I expected him to be. He was a ruggedly handsome man that rocked a salt and pepper look with graying hair and beard. He looked very good and fit for a man in his mid-fifties.
At first glance itself, I couldn’t help but feel a spark of attraction towards him. All logic and reason flew out of my head and being in a place far from home I was in a daring mood. All I wanted was to be the center of this man’s attention.
On the way back to the room, I kept on unsuccessfully trying to make small talk with him. He, being sweet, responded to all my annoying questions with minimal but polite and wise words. After being aware about his zero sex life, my intentions was clearly to try and spark up some desires in his mind too. I explained all about my abusive relationship with my ex boyfriend Edwin, and how all he used to insult me about my looks and small sizes. I exagerated my complexes to him by saying Deepak and Preeti looks really beautiful together and in the marriage family photos I would look stupid with them. And by constantly expressing my such worries I made Shankar literally praise my beauty for a few minutes as his sweet attempt to console me. I emoted my relief in his praising words and flattering opinions about my looks.