No Choice: You Were Always Mine

I walked into the café that the last candidate invited me to, we were going to have lunch. By the venue he chose, at least he would not attempt anything perverted or disrespectful like the others did.

I was walking around, until I saw a familiar person. He had a bronze skin tone which shined in the sun, he was wearing a casual black tee which showed his well-built body and a pair of jeans. While I was observing him, he caught me looking with his brown eyes that made me feel a little embarrassed. Uh oh, I really hope he is not who I think it is and is not the final candidate.

I turned around wanting to walk as far away from him as possible. But I was stopped by his body as he said, "Samaiya, where are you going? You weren't planning to leave me your potential husband alone, hmm?"

"No, what are you saying Ishaan. I just needed to go to the bathroom." I quickly replied.

"Leaving the part where I am happy that you still remember my name, the bathroom is the other way," he said.

"Is it, sorry I'm such a clutz," I said while trying to evade him, but he kept blocking my way.

I heard him chuckle at my frustration, "Sorry Samaiya, your too small that it's hard to know where you're going."

"Hey! I'm not that short, plus I'm wearing heels." I said angry at him saying the taboo word (short or small).

He again started to laugh, "You still don't like being called short, will you be happy if I told you that you are so pretty that all eyes are on us."

I blushed at his words, this flirt hasn't changed at all. Also, he doesn't know what happened in High school, I would like those memories to fade sadly this arrogant prick showed up.

He quickly interrupted my thoughts, "Do you need me to show you where the bathroom is? I'm scared you will get lost and with your size it will be hard to find you."

Annoyed, I stamped my feet and replied curtly, "No need." With that I walked away from him.

She was beautiful with her hair falling right at her shoulders. Her flowy and flowery dress showing her perfect body and brought out her youthfulness. It was annoying how good she looked. He can't wait to marry her so that no one could lay their eyes on her with ill intent.

Just now she looked so cute with the little tantrum she threw. Ishaan kept pinching himself to ensure that he was not dreaming.

I was looking at myself in the mirror and remembered high school. It sent shudders down my spine.

The stares, the rumours, the looks, it was horrible and could still send me into depression.

When I was in high school, I hit puberty so by the time I was in 10th grade I had you can say a womanly body. It didn't help that I was short, but I had some well-defined curves. That is why I was targeted by multiple people. At first, I thought the attention I was getting was flattering that was until I understood the type of attention I was receiving wasn't flattering but degrading. I remember Ishaan's group would talk about me like I was a thing. They would talk about my b.r.e.a.s.ts, how they would supposedly do me and other disgusting stuff. There was one girl who would spread multiple rumours saying that I would show my b.r.e.a.s.ts to anyone who would ask, that I was a s.l.u.t and that I would seduce the boys. There was one teacher who would go to my friends and tell them to not talk to me, that I was a bad influence. How was I the bad influence I worked hard got good grades and never dated. Just because I would talk to guys I became a s.l.u.t. It was horrible, and I started to hate myself.

Thankfully I learned how to love myself and had supportive friends and teachers who I respected and loved. I am able to survive in this dog eat dog world due to the shit I had to experience as a young teenager.

I washed my face, as there were tears threatening to fall. I quickly thought happy thoughts to remove all of the nightmares that resurfaced by looking at Ishaan.

Even though it was Ishaan's group, Ishaan had never done anything to me. We had a very close friendship which I broke once all these rumours started, especially due to the ones saying I slept with him.

I could have told him what was happening, but I didn't and no one else did as they were scared of him, so he remained clueless. I can't marry Ishaan, my deep-seated hatred for those people was my ugliest side. Ishaan was a reminder and the only thing I wanted to do was forget.