Diary Of A Shy Guy

Aman was the kind of guy who preferred to remain hidden behind his friends, siblings and colleagues. The back-bencher of the class, not because he performed any tricks or flew paper planes behind the teacher’s back, but because his existence was concealed. He never had a girlfriend, neither during his graduation nor during MBA. He was the ‘shy one’; part of the popular boy gang, still invisible to the world. The not-so-popular guy, Aman was unable to hold a conversation with a girl beyond work. But now, his marriage was finalised. Three months from now, that is, on March 25, he was going to tie the knot.

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Aman celebrated his 29th birthday exactly two months ago. The sword of marriage had been hanging on his head from the past two years and became unavoidable. Aman’s parents had started their search for a suitable girl for him, one year back, but there was no success. After a rigorous search and meeting umpteen number of girls with his parents, Aman had finally found someone with whom he had to spend the rest of his life. Her name was Aisha Elwadhi.

December 25, 2019

It was the first time Aman was meeting Aisha without their families being around. They were supposed to meet on the upcoming Saturday in the coffee shop near his house at dusk, around 4:00 p.m. Aman had reached 15 minutes earlier than the decided time. He wore a nice, crisp pink shirt with rolled-up sleeves, trying to look as confident as his attire. But his face, as usual, gave away his nervousness. As he sat there waiting in the coffee shop, all kinds of thoughts kept running through his mind.

“What am I going to say to her? What should I talk about? I hope I don’t get awkward. I am just too tense about the meeting. What if she gets bored? *Fingers crossed* I hope everything goes well.”

Aman was eagerly awaiting Aisha’s presence, looking at his watch again and again. As the clock struck four, the door to the coffee shop opened and he could see Aisha’s eyes searching for him amidst the crowd. Aisha was on time and Aman was already impressed with her. Dressed simply in a plain red top and a black jacket, silver danglers in her ears, her beautiful hair falling on the shoulders and a hint of gloss on the lips; Aman was left part speechless and completely mesmerised. He couldn’t take his gaze off her kohl-rimmed eyes. He seemed lost. Lost deep in Aisha’s thoughts.