"Are you too desperate to marry me Miss Kia Rajput?" Amogh says straight looking at her eyes.

Kia after coming in solitude, in Amogh's room, has been staring throughout. His whole room is like an art studio; walls with different paintings, floors with complete or incomplete sculptures, and few canvases at different spots with touch of colors and brushes. She almost forgot Amogh's presence. After his words, she pops back from mesmerization.

"Miss Kia!?" Amogh smirks at her, bringing his face close to hers.

Kia lows her face. She is feeling shy to look at him, and his words, too direct to make her wrap in more shyness.

"Nothing like that." She replies.

"That means you don't want to marry me. Am I that bad?" He huffs in mock sadness.

"It's not like that." Her voice abrupt grow concern, straight staring into his eyes, moving more closer towards him. But then sensing his mischief, she tries to takes herself back, but obviously fails.

She feels a slow gust of wind around them, all the other noise is silent, only their breaths, his eyes into hers.

"You know Kia-"

"Hmm?"

"If anyone ask me to sketch the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, I will try to replicate you in my canvas."

She presses a smile. He too follow the same, keeping his eyes onto hers.

"What about you Miss?"

"Soon to be Mrs." She wanted to say, but she silenced. This love oozing moments she doesn't wants to slip through hands too fast. Slowly dissolving into each other's emotions is most favourable. She smiles down coyly.

"This smile is dangerous for my heart. Say something and cure me."

Are all these brothers got good flirting skill? She thinks. "What I would say after this?" She says.

"Any checklist? Criteria? My interview? Anything you want..."

She pats her forehead edge with her fingertips. She has also forgotten that she had a huge marriage list criteria. These Chandravanshi's are sweet trap, making her forget everything.

"I had! But-" she hesitates.

"Yes yes, tell. That's what I was waiting for." He laughs.

"Actually - it's not required." Kia says... Eventually she feel also same. She understood, she is standing in the puddle of her melting heart, and she wants this puddle to grow more, where she could swim down.

"Why not? I am eager."

She shakes her head.

"Sit down." He almost with nagging demand and forceful manipulation of emotions make her wrap into himself. She rejoices although.

He grabs a nearby chair, placing its belongings on the table, he pulls it near to her. She obeys. He himself pulls the drafting desk, and sits over it. Kia becomes surprise by his behaviour.

"Now tell me."

"Actually it's a quite long list- aa- I mean it silly- don't mind- like, someone to be strong, handsome, charismatic, intelligent, mature, honest, creative, protective, supportive, silly-"

"Mature and silly!?"

"Aaaa- I told it- it's illogical-" she tries to defend.

"And I heard, you used to checklist this list!?" He grins.

Her eyes pops in surprise as well as she turns red in shame. "Who told you?"

"That doesn't matter now, maybe matter later, you will got to know. But it's true. Is it?"

"Mm.. not false... Yeah true" her eyes begging with agile.

He smiles.

"Don't mind.. it's nothing like that now!.. please please.." she keeps mumbling. And his smiles turns laughter.

"Oohh, you are the one very innocent.. I believe." He says.

Tinting her cheeks into red, she looks at him with puppy eyes.

"Your list adjectives.. wow! Let me analyse-"

"No- please-" she protests timidly.

"First is 'strong'," he keeps saying. "Am I strong?" He imitates a think expression and glances at Kia. "Mm.. not so. I workout, but can't consider strong. My bro Bihan is strong, super super. Anyway."

Kia squeezes her eyes.

"Handsome. Next. Am I handsome Kia?" His eyes grows intense.

Kia lows her eyes.

"That means probably I am." He smirks. "Next." He keeps saying. "Charismatic, definitely Nishant. The hero, with millions of fans and followers."

"I have met." Kia responds with cheeky smile.

"Nice-" he smiles broader. "Next. Intelligent. Nope. I am not. I am not so. My bro, again, Saransh is intelligent. "Mature, honest. Everything is my big bro. I am not even something, my mother says.

Kia keeps lowering her eyes, with total blush on her cheeks.

"Creative, yeah!" His voice grew excited. "That's my genre. It's me!" He proceeds his hand indicating throughout the room.

"It's beautiful all are." Kia comments. "I will definitely once visit your whole studio, surely."

"My pleasure. Miss." He bows his head playfully. She too does the same as thanks.

"So Miss, in your office, to fulfill your job criterias, you have to hire this full crew of Chandravanshi brothers. Let's discuss the workload of Kia company." He laughs.

She too laughs out, hearing his silly talks. They laughs taking few moments. And when the waves of laughs washes their face shoreline, she places her eyes over him. "The vacancy is one, sir, Mr. Amogh Chandravanshi, and I selected you."

"Kia-" his eyes softens and serious.

"No more, please, stop-" she insists.

He straights his index finger and touches her chin. "You chose me, right?"

She nods her head.

He smiles.

"Then, I promise, I would be supportive to you, I will try my best. I would be possessive for your happiness, likes, loves, wills. I promise. I would protect you, I swear."

His hazel orbs keep locking with her blue pairs. Fingers lifts to entangles. Kia never feels this before, and Amogh, the dream he has imagined once, romanticism, it comes from such way, such woman, he still is in disbelief. He wants to adore her more, and more, and more...

"Knock knock" the door knocks. It's Bihan. They abruptly detaches themselves apart, making several inches gaps.

The door is open, yet, he is standing a little bit far back the pain, busy in phone.

"Broo" Amogh shouts.

"Yes. I am busy, like you." Bihan replies without keeping his eyes from the phone.

Kia and Amogh gets up; comes out from the room. Kia with baby steps, stands back of Amogh.

"Dating han?" Amogh teases. "Bhabhi se milwao jldi (let us meet our sister-in-law, fast)"

"Husshh" Bihan agitates his hand, but remains in phone.

Amogh and Kia doesn't interrupts more. Together, they slowly proceed downstairs, towards the drawing hall, where there parents are waiting.

"Can I ask something?" Kia asks.

"Yes, offcourse."

"Don't mind, please- just, if you don't want then don't reply."

"Why you think like this Kia?" He softly says. "No one going to judge you here. Open your heart. But-" he grins. "Are you going to propose me? Miss Kia? Then my answer is surely yes."

"Uff" she blushes.

He touches her fingers, takes her palm into his fist and presses. Kia abruptly rolls her eyes pulls it away. Through their walkways, the dining hall is visible and their parents glances are straight at them.

"Say, what your question." He brings his face expression innocent, by gazing their parents' faces.

"Why you are getting married first, I mean, I have heard you have two elder brothers."

"That's a long story Kia." He sighs. "They got a lot ache of heart." He says.

"Ohh, sorry!" Kia says.

"It's okay. No problem."

"I had met your eldest brother. Mr. Yamak Chandravanshi."

"You met?" His eyes shines. "Isn't he good?"

"Mm. He is very much, less speaker. Good person truly." Kia responds.

"He is. On the other hand, Nishant. Oh my god. Soo much to handle. Right?"

"Absolutely right. But he is my good friend." Kia flaunts.

"Obviously. Have to mention, whose brother he is afterall."

"Ohho"

Both laughs.

"Look like they are truly happy with each other." Devesh whispers Maya, by looking at them.

"Hope so. Let my girl say yes and get married this time." Maya prays, by joining her palm.

"Or if she have friendzoned him?" Elina murmurs.

"Shubh shubh bolo (say some good)" Maya scolds gently.

"Your daughter is such a precious gem." Kaveri Devi keepsakes with hand gesture (nazar utarna).

With slow steps Kia comes near to them following Amogh.

"We are- " Amogh pauses, staring at Kia. It's not suspense, he is really feeling something which stopping him to speak making his words tangle in something very sweet. Too much sweet to express. He completes his sentence with a smile. Kia too. Her cheeks might turn red permanently. She slowly snuggles in between Devesh and Maya, stealing glances from Amogh.