?The Beast Proposal?
(for-ced Marriage?)
?Written By: Olamide Adegoke✍
?Pen name: Wealth?
__?Book Page Twelve (12)?__
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??Amrit Randy??
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“You look pale. What’s wrong ?” Saga asked As he offered me a glas-s of water.
How do I tell him, Mehel asked me out ?
‘Saga, Mehel asked me to go. out with him ?’ Its stupid right ?
No, I can’t. And I dont wanna disappoint Mehel either !
I’m screwed ?♀
“Earth to Amrit…” Mehel snapped his finger across my face.️
“What…” I whispered.
“You zoned out. You look bothered, did Mehel tried Shit with you ?”
Okay this is it.
“He ki-ssed me and afterward asked me to go out with him…” I imagined myself saying.
“Hmm…He didn’t. I’m a little bit sick. Just headache and nothing more.” I lied and put on a fake smile.
He studied me. “Headache? Let me get you some pain relieve.” He tried standing as I quickly pull back his arm.
“Oh… don’t bother yourself. I’ll be fine, I promise.” I said nervously.
“You’ll be fine ?” He asked.
“Yeah, sure. don’t worry.” I said as he face palmed his self.
??Saga???
♀
Mehel is such a ️di-ckhead. He went as far as asking Amrit out ? Who does that ??
I’m all Amrit got, I cant just sit back and watch her life ruined?. It isnt right.
⬅?F L A S H B A C K?⬅
Private digit☎
I picked up my call.
?Hello. Its Saga Harjeet speaking.?
?Yeah. I know. Mehel on the line.?
Mehel ? Why is he calling ?
?What did you want from ‘US’ Mehel ?
?Us ? I’m only calling because I respect you somehow though. Don’t feel too special.?
?Whatever. You still haven’t tell me the reason you called.?
?Well. I’m asking Amrit out tonight but as the present but soon to be Ex-Fiancé, its right to asked for your permission. So, what’s your say ??
?That’s Ridiculous, you know. ?
?Ridiculous, my foot. I’m tryna act like a gentleman, reason why I asked for your permission.?
?So now, what did you expect me to say ??
?Accept the request of course.?
?I cant dictate for Her. If she agrees to go on an outing with you, count yourself lucky. Good luck.?
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i hanged up on him before he could utter any word.
“Stupid mouth breather…” ?
⬅?F L A S H B A C K E N D S?➡
“Mehel called me earlier.” I uttered.
“Called you ? What did he said ?” Amrit asked eagerly.
“Calm down. He only request something from you and he decided to ask for my permission.” I replied.
“Request ? What request ?” She pressed on.
“He wants to go out on an outing with you. Maybe on a date, I dont know.” I blurted out with a shrug.
“What was your reply ?”
“I told him the decision is up to you.”
“What did you think ?”
“I dont know. But you should decide yourself.”
“Well…” she shrug.
“What ?”
“I’m going with him…”
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‘Your soon to be Ex Fiancé.’
Mehel will nor kill me ??.
?The Beast Proposal?
(for-ced Marriage ??)
?Written By: Olamide Adegoke✍?
✏Pen Name: Wealth?
__?Book Page Thirteen (13)?__
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?✨Mehel’s Pov✨?
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I just hope Amrit accept my offer. Before then, i nee-d a smoke and a bitc-h too.
☎
?Get me a bitc-h.?
?Blonde ??
?Yeah. And a smoke too.?
?Alright, Sure.?
I hanged up and scuff my leg to the bathroom.
I nee-d to cool my head too?.
??Unknown Pov??
“Are you sure you aren’t making a big mistake ?” Shadia asked with a mixed reaction.
“Of course yes. A thousand Buck ?isn’t a joke, girl.” I replied with a smug grin.
“You nee-d to rethink.” Shadia pressed on.
“I already made up my mind. I’m not backing out, plus I’m getting a Mercedes afterward. So do I nee-d to rethink ?” I smi-rked as I fanned myself dramatically.
“A Mercedes ? For what ?” Shadia furrowed her brows at me.
“Yeah. I’m getting rich too.” I giggled. “We’ll soon hit big.”
“Ehh ehh. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She shrugs.
“Whatever…” I rolled my eyeballs at her.
I nee-d to get ready. 5:52pm. Two hours to go…
??Amrit Randy??
?
I put on ash top ?(a short sleeve) and a pencil jean? with a with and a red lace snickers?.
I put on a light makeup? to look presentable, just for a night.
“You’re beautiful…” Saga whispered from behind. I smiled nervously. He’s pained, I know that.
“You’re not happy, Sag.” I studied he’s reflection in the Mirror. He’s tryna hid his sad expression?.
I’m into it already, No❌ backing out.
“No. I’m not, just sad its with Mehel.” He smiled dryly.
“I’m sorry…” I murmured.
“You don’t nee-d to.” He blurts out.
“Maybe.” I shrugs.
“You’ll be late, its almost 6:30pm.” He said and I chuckled softly.
I quickly packed my hair in a bun?.
“I’m done…”
He ki-ssed my cheeks lightly. “Goodbye…”
??Mehel’s Pov??
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“You look stunning…” I whispered and she chuckled.
“I know that already.” She replied trying ha-rd not to blus-h.
“Can we proceed ?” I asked.
“Yeah. Sure… ”
?Some Mins Past Seven?
?At Navin Int’l Eatery, Banaras ?
“So, tell me. Why are you stalking and still make a for-ceful proposal to me ?” She asked as she stare directly into my eyeballs?.
“Well… It was Love at first sight. I feel attra-cted to you the very first day I set my eyes on you.” I said, though, that’s half of the truth.
“Never knew a bad guy like you would ever fall in love.” She chuckled lightly.
“Its gross, right ?” I snickered.
“Not at all. But you could have approach me like a gentleman not forcing a marriage.” She said as she sip her coke??.
“I can’t just allow another have you not when I’m alive.” I said as I bit my lower li-p.
“Oh, right ?”
“A minutes…” I brou-ght out my phone and type a mssg.
? You should strike now.
My phone beeped?
?He’s alone now ?
?Yeah. Play safe and act smart. I’m not begging ?
? I’ll. Sure.
I kept back my phone in my pocket.
“I’m sorry for…”
She cut in. “Its nothing.” She smiled.
She isn’t aware of the tragedy that’s hitting her soon?…
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Remember Mehel set up plan ? Who can guess ? the unknown pov, who can guess ?
Mehel is the definition of The Supposed ‘Beast’ Amrit addressed him as.
I’m anxious of his plan, who else is ???
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?The Beast Proposal ?
(for-ced Marriage ?)
?Written By Olamide.A✍?
?Pen name: Wealth✏
__Book Page Fourteen (14)__??
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??Preeta’s Pov??
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I knocked at the supposed house he described to me.
Nice view though?.
Its just two sto-rey building but its amazing, a poor fellow cant afford here. Even if its rented?.
Well, that’s none of my business.
I opened the gate, entered, and scuffed my legs till I got to the main Door. I exhaled quietly before pressing the doorbell.
Few moment, the door creak open revealing an average height guy.
He’s more handsome in real than the picture I was showed.
Nice catch?…
??Amrit Randy??
?
I noticed the sm-irk on Mehel’s face after operating his phone?.
Is he up to some mischief ? Well, that’s none of my business.
“I’m sorry for…”
I cut in before he could complete his statements. “Its nothing.” I smiled and he nodded.
He smi-rked again before adverting his gaze on his drink.
Something is wrong somewhere…
??Saga’s Pov??
☹
I stare weirdly at the figure before.
Who is she ? ?
“Hey…” She waved to my face.
“Hey…” I replied plainly.
“Saga right ?” She smiled.
How did she know my name ?
“Yeah. How may I help you, young woman ?” I said.
“Well. Amrit asked me to come visit her tonight.” She answered.
Amrit asked her to come ? The last time I checked, Amrit doesn’t have a nearby Family talk less, of a friend.
“Really? Since when ? As in when did she invited you here ?” I asked confused.
“Since three days ago, didn’t she informed you ?” The lady asked.
“She didn’t…”
“I’m sorry, maybe it skipped her mind.” She pouts.
“But she is not around now.” I protest.
“I’ll wait, don’t worry.” She smiled while I just nod.
“Forgive my manners, I didn’t ushered you in. Please do come in.” I smiled as I opened the door wide enough for he to come in.
“Thank you…” She smiled coyly.
“Do sit, young woman…”
“Preeta. Call me, Preeta.” She corrected.
“What can I offer you, young…sorry, Preeta.”
“Anything is okay. ”
“Few minutes please…” I said before dashing off to the Kitchen. Fruit jui-ce is okay right ?
?☺Preeta’s Pov☺?
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With his mere facial expression, I know he’s suspicious.
Do I look like I care either ??
I’m here cause I was asked to.
He came back with a small tray, Fruit juice? and one glas-s cu-p? on it.
The MF just make things easier for me?.
“Thanks a lot.” I said with a small smile.
“Hmm… Why a glas-s ? You could have make it two for ‘YOU’ and ‘I’.” I Said trying ha-rd to hide my sm-irk.
“Oh ! Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” He replied.
Who the hell is he to turn me down ? ?
“But I insist.” I cajoled. “Please…” ?
“If you insist.” He shrug.
“I do.” I said and he chuckled.
What next ? ?
I thought for a while before an idea struck me.
“Preeta, You’re a bad bitc-h…” I said to my self with a smug expression plastered on my face.
He came back with another glas-s and filled his?. He didn’t spare me a glance before he raised his drink to his mouth.
He’d ba-rely had a sip when I coughed out.
He hurried dropped down his glas-s. “What’s wrong, Preeta ?”
I coughed out more. “Take it easy, please.”
“Water…”
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Preeta we’re watching, don’t try acting smart ???.
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©Wealth Writes✍