I was 8 when I first saw him. He came to my house as my older brother's friend. His prominent canine which made his smile so beautiful pulled me toward him. At that age, I didn't know about love or lust but the feeling of being near him was there. For the first time in my life, I was happy about the thing my older brother did.

　　Hi, my name is Katerina and I am 15 now. I have a small and sweet family including my parents and my naughty elder brother Krish. Despite being lower middle class we always shared a bond a family bond with the essence of trust, support, and comfort. Being the youngest child of my parents I always got my way Krish always used to nag about compromises he had to do for me but deep down I knew he was the one who loved me the most. But now It feels as if I no longer deserve that faith.

　　I still remember I was going to see Shreyan after 5 years. He was Krish's best friend when he was at school. Dad enrolled me in a girl's school so the only guy I knew near my age was him other than Krish. It felt as if the whole world was lighting up when he used to visit our home. He was always busy with Krish but whenever I got a chance I used to provoke a topic related to him to enhance our conversation. His smile his aura, his voice everything used to pull me toward him. When I was 10 my dad got migration to the capital so we have to leave our school, friends, birthplace behind to move there but the thing that stings me a lot was leaving Shreyan behind. I know he was uninfluenced by me but for me, he was the permanent member of my heart. I went to a normal school there In a new place, many boys were there and I made many friends too but none of them could wipe the picture of him from my eyes. I grew up, from junior I went to senior high school but still, the picture of him was the same. Many guys proposed me, and girls they used to call me psycho for having fantasy for that childhood love which had no future but rather than spending real-time with other boys, I was happy with Shreyan in my imaginary world. I used to predict his face, whenever I used to see handsome guys immediately the feeling he might be more handsome than they used to circulate my mind. When I heard he was coming to visit Krish in the coming weekend there was no limit to my excitation. My imaginary boyfriend was coming, my first love was coming I was enthusiastic to look what he looked like, I was overwhelmed to listen to his voice once again, I was craving to see his cute smile and mostly to show him I was grown up and beautiful.

　　I got my hair done and a gold facial pack the previous day. I wanted to look attractive to him I wanted him to give me the result of my Patience of five years. Going to the market I bought the best perfume and t-shirt which exposed half of my breast. I was bragging about the arrival of my boyfriend with all of my friends and they were shouting me to show them his picture all the time, how gullible? they didn’t even know even I was unknown of how he looked.

　　The picture I set up in my mind about him was a muscular guy with packs, little beard, and smile in his mouth, hair waxed perfectly to face against gravity, and his nipples hard and dark. What if I was overestimating him? this question hit my mind but still I was crossing my fingers all the time when even if the chance of him ignoring me was 99 percent. The sound of horn comes from downstairs along with that the rate of my heart increased, the small hairs on my hands, my neck, my thigh were working against gravity. My cheeks turned red and the eyes which were craving to get his glance were shy and low. I was scolding myself for wearing an open shirt which I brought the previous day but there no time to change that too. Meanwhile, Krish runs downstairs, shouting his name 'Shreyan'.

　　'Hey Krish', his voice hit my ear generating a pulse of current flowing through my body my breathing becomes rapid with his every step toward me, his aura was already hitting me. 'Shreyan, Shreyan', I kept on uttering my hands on my chest which was quarterly exposed and my eyes toward the door to hit him with my eyes where I applied mascara and liner in the morning.

　　A guy in a black xxxxl size t-shirt and some type of ragged jeans enters the room, he was fatter than my uncle and looked older than my dad.

　　'Shreyan', I murmured completely disappointed, he looked at me and smiled but there was no dominant canine and his smile was horrible.

　　'No, No', my heart was shouting in pain when another guy entered the room. Broad chest, the greybeard with clean cut on the boundary, hair perfectly waxed, tall about 6 feet 2 inch, sharp brown eyes with a pointed nose and his lips as if it was made up of rose petal. His cream shirt whose sleeves were folded to elbow revealing his white bulging hands with dominant veins, I was urging to tear that shirt off revealing his hard chest and nipples, embracing his packs and caressing it with my lips.

　　My suspicion all erased away when I saw him, there was no doubt he was my Shreyan. Better than my imagination, attractive than my dreams, and desirable than my needs. I don't know for how long I kept on staring at him I got conscious when he utters my name from his heavenly mouth.

　　'You must be Katerina'

　　'Yee, yee, yes', I stammered, I was sweating even in that cold morning of January

　　'You have grown up', he smiled his prettiest, I just got dissolved in that neither I said you too nor yes.

　　He went ahead and greeted my mom and dad.

　　'Look how handsome you have turned into. I envy your mom dad for having such a handsome and successful son', mom was saying looking at Krish who was certain to be jealous

　　'It's all your blessing aunty. I hardly recognized you, you look younger and beautiful than before aunt please tell me your secret', he hugged her, his jolliness, his humor, his attachment, his body moment all were so desirable I almost drooled.

　　'Are you hungry, you look so skinny I doubt if you ever fill your stomach, look at Krish how fat he has become you should adopt each other habit to neutralize', said mom again

　　'Nothing has changed, five years ago too you use to compare me to him and made fun of me'

　　'Yeah, and you proved me right, look at what he has turned into. You can get a princess of a fairy tale with this look'

　　'Yeah, he will', I said to myself for the first time I was agreeing to mom's statement. The fat guy whom I almost suspected to be Shreyan was his driver, he went away as soon as he dropped his bag inside. Shreyan went to the washroom to freshen up while I helped my mom to serve food. She seemed more excited than me in actual, rice pudding, Shahi paneer, Chicken drumstick, fish cake all were made, she didn't use to cook all of those even on my birthday

　　'Mom', I called her serving the pudding

　　'Is all this preparation just for Shreyan'

　　'Yeah, he comes from a wealthy family and stills befriend our Krish. His every part resembles wealth who knows if he can help Krish in getting a good job in the future. We have to treat him nicely and, make him like us understand'

　　'Mom, I thought you liked him for who he is'

　　'Who said, I don't like him, I like him, he is nice, well behaved and smart too but still his father is number one businessman in Nepal he is one of the most loved bachelors in this country how can I deny that'

　　My mom's statement pushed me into a series of thoughts, one of the most loved bachelors. What was I doing imagining about him all those years? What if he already had some popular girlfriend who was more hot, sexy, and good looking than me? Should I really give up after coming that far in a relationship with my imagination? He was just there for a day and I thought I was gonna win his heart in a short time period how stupid of me.

　　'The smell is pulling me aunt', Shreyan came with his wet hair and face which looked more handsome after washing it up. My bathing towel was wrapped around his neck, how lucky that towel was.

　　'The food is served you can eat it as much as you want okay', said my mom taking all of them to the dining table. Dad and Krish were already there and after food reached Shreyan also find a chair to rest his butt. Mom and I just looked at him, the heavenly way he was gobbling up his food.

　　'Why don't you join us?', asked he, looking at me with his sharp eyes making me skip a breath.

　　'N.., Nooo, No I will join with my mom after you', I stammered again, he smiled at my stupid reply and again focused on his food. What was I doing? Why was I behaving so nervous? what was going on with me?