Dating Dr. Dil (If Shakespeare was an Auntie #1)(23)

Kareena covered her face with her hands. “Oh my god, I’m not a charity case. This has gone way too far. I can’t believe you would even think something like this would ever happen!” She got to her feet. “I love all of you, but I could never love a man like him—”

“Sit down,” they all said in unison. Judging by their placid expressions, it wasn’t the first time they’d told Kareena to be quiet, either.

Sonali Aunty called his name. “You need money for your center, right? How wonderful would it be if you could regain your investors by presenting your family?”

“Have you been talking to my friend Deepak?”

“And Kareena’s father won’t give her the money to pay for the house unless she is engaged. She has four months, too.”

“Aunty!” Kareena snapped. “Stop trying to guilt people into going out with me! That’s so humiliating.”

Prem ignored Kareena’s outburst and volleyed his gaze back and forth between the aunties.

If they both need money, maybe there was an opportunity for partnership after all. But not in the way the aunties were thinking. He was too practical to believe that anything romantic between him and Kareena would work now. But they could make a business agreement.

“You have to be married by September?” he asked.

“She has to get engaged,” Mona Aunty said. “That’s the only way her dad will give her the money for her house.”

This could work. It was a long shot, but maybe this insane plan had a chance.

Like Sonali Aunty and Deepak suggested, if he was able to repair his public reputation, then maybe, just maybe, he’d get his donor back. And if that didn’t pan out, there was always his mother. But he’d have to be engaged in either situation.

He looked over at Kareena’s profile while she argued with her sister. She was still as gorgeous as the first time he saw her. Could both of them remember how things were when they first met?

Good lord, what was he even thinking? Prem rubbed the back of his neck and tuned out the conversation around him. There were way too many things that could go wrong, but like Bindu said, they only had each other as an option.

“Prem?” Bindu said, interrupting his thought process. “So?”

“Bindu, you can’t just pimp me out!”

Prem nudged Kareena in the arm, interrupting her indignation. Frankly, since this whole experience was like The Twilight Zone, what was the harm in shooting his shot?

“You talked about your mother’s house when we first met. How much does it mean to you? Like really mean to you?”

Kareena’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, before her jaw dropped. “Please tell me you’re not considering this.”

“I mean, they have a point,” he started. “Maybe we just need to hit the restart button and go back to when we first met. You want this house, I want my reputation fixed, and although this setup is a little . . . unorthodox, we could give it a try.”

“Absolutely not.”

“You still have to have some sort of feelings for me.”

It bothered Prem more than he cared to admit when Kareena shook her head, then turned to argue with her aunties.

“You have lost your damn minds,” she shouted and got to her feet. “I refuse to lower my standards and be with a man who could never love me back. Mom wouldn’t want that for me, and neither should any of you.” She pointed at all the women in the room. “I’d rather be alone and heartbroken then be with a man who could never love me.”

She whirled and stormed out of the house. A second later, the front door slammed shut.

“That went well,” Falguni Aunty said. “Is it time to eat the samosas?”

“You know what?” Prem said, grinning. “I think I’ll have one now.”





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Chapter 7

Kareena





Aunty WhatsApp Group



Mona Aunty: What happened between you and Prem? Are you ever going to tell us?

Kareena: Not that again.

Sonali Aunty: Every couple has conflict, beta. I’ll pray for you both.

Falguni Aunty: If Prem isn’t going to work out for you, then we’ll keep trying with the biodatas to see if we can find someone else for you to date. And with the online websites.

Kareena: I appreciate the help. I can manage the online websites myself.

Mona Aunty: Okay, beta. Here is the login for the accounts we’ve already set up. Just make sure to send us any of the dirty pictures that you get so we can inspect them as well.

Kareena: AUNTY!





Kareena: I have a good feeling about this. The aunties set up online dating profiles for me without me asking for help. They sent me logins and everything. I started talking to a guy already and he wants to go out for coffee. That’s a good sign, right?