Chapter 17 | Molding words and asking for going out

My heart beats solely for the thought of you

You can try to run and flee

But my memory will hunt you wherever you will be

You can't escape the path fate has tied

Leading me back to the flame where our love will reside

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Right now Mr Randhawa is behaving like nothing happened, This man is sitting in front of me with a full blender as if he is an innocent child. Did he know how much it was necessary to correct his mistake? What will she think about me now that I have taken advantage of my boyfriend's connections to meet her? One second he is not my boyfriend in the first place. What do I keep thinking about? This man himself is crazy, he will make me crazy too. I have to confront him how can he let her think that I'm his girlfriend. Not possible.

"Oye hello Mr Why didn't you correct her mistake? How can you act like nothing happened."

"Which mistake, what kind of mistake and how to correct it sweetheart?" He said without glance at me, hww, how can he forget his mistake It angers me more. Byand tho bajana padega.

"What sweetheart, haa.. what sweetheart, How many times should I tell you, you can't call me by these names. And this time look at me and talk to me."

"Calm down lioness what happened to you? suddenly, How will I drive if I look at you." He said calmly but didn't look at me now it's irritating.

"I don't know just look at me and talk to me now even if you forget your mistake."

"Ok your highness, jaise aapki marzi." With that he stopped his car and looked at me. All his attention was on me, he was looking at me intensely and asking me what was the matter, but looking at his intoxicating eyes, it seemed as if my time had stopped there. Some time ago there was so much in my mind to say but now nothing is coming out of my tongue.

"What did you want to ask sweetheart? Ask me. All my attention is towards you." He said softly.

As he stares at me with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat, I feel like I'm drowning in the depths of his eyes. His gaze is like a gentle caress that sets my soul on fire, leaving me breathless and speechless. I try to focus on his question, but my mind is a jumbled mess of emotions, thoughts racing like wild horses I can't tame. I'm lost in the chiseled lines of his face, the curve of his lips, and the burning passion that seems to radiate from every pore. I feel vulnerable, exposed, yet somehow safe in his presence. But the words won't come, my voice caught in my throat as I'm consumed by the sheer force of his attention, leaving me a helpless, fluttering mess.

his hand is slowly reaching towards my cheeks he gently caresses my jawline, why does he pull this type of stunt with me always. Why God why. Why am I always venerable at his graze. I tried to compose myself and pulled away from him a little and said.

"Mr Randhawa can you move a little bit I want to ask you something." I said while trying to change this topic, this situation is burning my soul I'm melting under his intoxicating stare. But I noticed a little bit of a change in his behaviour whenever I told him to stay away from me. As if he didn't like it. Right now the same happened his emotions from eyes change and his finger curls into fist. I don't know what kind of creature he? It always confused me. Sometimes behaves like happy happy and suddenly turned into a monster. I don't care bhhh....

"Okk now say, what did you want to say." He asked for a monotonous tone.

" I just wanted to know why you didn't correct her when she took me as your girlfriend." He murmured something under his breath I wasn't able to get it. "What you say." I again asked. He cleared his throat and said.

"There is no need for you to pay attention to this, I have already corrected them that you are not my girlfriend but you are mine." He said mischievously, he has playful girn on his face. What is that.

" What? your, what you told her ?" He is so confused about what he tries to convey.

"You are mine, I mean my soon to be wi.... Not that you are my friend." He said while smiling at me innocently, his smile is so pure and beautiful I like when he smiles. Wait why I always distract from my goal, fuck you Ashika.

"Ohh ok." I didn't have the courage to ask him further so I kept silent. But one thing is in my mind now that how I'm shown my gratitude to him. He helped me to complete my most important dream so I also have to do something for myself. What to do? Ask for dinner, no that is very casual and he already asked me for that, something different how about gifts, no girl that is also very casual What can I give? He himself is a billionaire and he has everything.

Idea. Mil gaya mujhe kya karna hai. I smiled at my intelligence you have a great girl. I appreciate myself.

My chain of thought broke when Mr Randhawa stopped his car and said that I reached my home.

"You are here miss Ashika." He said casually, with a hint of sadness what happened to him.

"Ohh.. ok" I got out of my car when he opened my gate. Such a gentleman. I smiled a little bit.

He bid me goodbye and asked me to go inside. I have to ask him that.

"Mr Randhawa are you free this weekend." He looked at me surprised, and didn't say anything. I made any mistakes Now I'm nervous. So I asked the same thing again. " Are you fr..ee Mr Randhawa." Shit why Im shuttering. Like he came out from his imagination.

"Why you asked." He replied.

"Wo I want to take you somewhere, You gave me such a nice gift, so I also want to surprise you with something that will make you happy."

"Really, but I don't want anything in return. because, you smile is my happiness and I would do anything to keep that smile on your face." Last line He murmured softly and slowly like he didn't want me to hear that but I already heard it. What does he mean? "But if you really want me to take on a date I didn't mind it." What date when I said we are going on a date is he deaf or what.

"We are not going on a date Mr Randhawa. Are you having any problem understanding my words." I said annoyingly seriously, This guy doesn't let go of even a single chance to flirt with me.

"Mr Randhawa I'm asking you last time do you wanna go or not because I don't have time." I rolled my eyes on him. Now it's irritating.

"Firstly don't you dare to roll your eyes. Otherwise the outcome won't be good and you won't like what I can do to you." Anger visible on his tone. Man he is scaring me. Did I make a mistake to ask him for out. "And I'm ready to go with you anytime anywhere, wherever you want to take me." He smiled innocently. If he is suffering from any disorder how can he turn suddenly, it is so frightening, part of him.

"Hmm let's meet this weekend, I'll text you time."

"Bye sweetheart. Take care of yourself." He said while lining his car. I entered my house without turning towards him. He is still waiting for me to enter. I glance at him from my window, he is sweetly smiling at me. I signaled him to go and he sat in his car and drove away.

16 Hours ago•••••~~

"No no... Do.nt come. Don't....come I'll kill yo-u

Don't tou-ch me I don't like this mom please help me.

"No please I beg you, go a-way it's painful. Please no Noooo"

I feel like I've been dragged through hell and back. My heart is still racing, my chest heaving like I've run a marathon. The images from the nightmare still haunt me - the darkness, the fear, the sense of being completely powerless. I can't shake off the feeling of dread that's settled in the pit of my stomach. My mind is foggy, my thoughts jumbled, and my body feels like lead. I try to calm myself down, tell myself it was just a dream, but the fear still lingers, taunting me. I feel vulnerable, exposed, like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff with no safety net. I need to find a way to shake this off, to regain control, but my mind keeps slipping back into the darkness, reliving the terror all over again.

I don't know how to calm myself. As I lay there, trapped in the aftermath of the nightmare, my gaze fell upon her picture. It was like a beacon of light in the darkness, her smile shining bright enough to pierce through the shadows. I felt a warmth spread through my chest, like a gentle embrace, as I gazed at her face. The fear and anxiety that had gripped me so tightly began to loosen, replaced by a sense of calm and tranquility.

I couldn't help but smile back at her, feeling a deep connection to the happiness she radiated. Memories of our time together flooded my mind, pushing out the darkness. I remembered her laughter, her touch, and her gentle words. It was like she was right there with me, comforting me, saving me from the depths of my own mind.

I got out of bed, drawn to her picture like a magnet. I reached out a trembling hand, tracing the outline of her face. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "You always know how to save me." At that moment, I felt like I could face anything, as long as she was by my side.

As I stood there, still basking in the warmth of her smile, a sudden realization hit me - today's the day I'm meeting her! My heart skipped a beat as excitement coursed through my veins. I couldn't wait to see her, to talk to her, to be near her. The nightmare was forgotten, replaced by a sense of anticipation and eagerness.

I sprang into action, my mind racing with the tasks I needed to complete before our meeting. I had to get to the office, finish my work as quickly as possible, and make sure I was prepared for our encounter. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning, counting down the minutes until I could unwrap my present.

As I showered, dressed, and grabbed my bag, my thoughts were consumed by her. What would we talk about? What would she wear? Would she smile at me like she did in her picture? I couldn't concentrate on anything else, my excitement building with each passing minute.

I rushed out the door, almost forgetting my keys in my haste. Today was going to be a great day, I could feel it. And it was all because I got to spend time with her.

As I pulled up to the hospital, I couldn't help but notice the admiring glances from the women around me. But my eyes scanned past them, searching for only one face - hers. I felt like I'd been waiting for an eternity, my anticipation building with each passing minute.

And then, suddenly, she emerged from the hospital doors. Time stood still as our eyes met. She walked towards me with an elegance that left me breathless, her beauty captivating me like a spell. I felt lost in the depths of her eyes, drowning in their sparkle.

Every other woman around me faded into the background, becoming nothing more than a blur. All that mattered was her, and the radiant smile she wore just for me. I couldn't help but smile back, my heart racing with excitement.

As she approached, I took in every detail - the way her hair fell in soft waves down her back, the gentle sway of her hips, the brightness of her smile. She was a vision of loveliness, and I was utterly entranced.

"Finally," I whispered to myself, feeling like I'd been waiting for years. And yet, now that she was here, time seemed to stand still. All that mattered was this moment, this perfect moment, with her by my side.

As she approached, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief washing over me. But before I could even process it, she hesitated, her eyes clouding over with a mix of emotions. "Keep distance," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Something inside me snapped. I didn't like being told to stay away from her. I didn't like feeling like I was being pushed away. My anger took over, and before I knew it, I had reached out and grasped her wrist.

But as soon as I did, I saw the fear flash in her eyes, and I knew I had gone too far. I felt a surge of regret as I saw the red marks my grip had left on her wrist. "Fuck, I'm so sorry," I muttered, releasing her wrist like it was on fire.

I quickly called out for my bodyguard, "Mark, get the medic over here, now!" I barked, trying to compose myself.

"What's going on here?" one of the onlookers asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Mind your own business," I growled, still trying to process what had just happened.

"Sir, maybe you should give her some space," Mark suggested, his voice calm and measured.

I glared at him, but somewhere he was right. I needed to get a grip on myself. But I can't because I'm like this and she can't push me like that always. I took a step back, trying to calm down, trying to process why I had reacted like that. But all I could think about was the fear in her eyes, and the red marks on her wrist.

Then we reached our destination, she is looking very excited and beautiful. She is giggling like a child of course because her biggest dream is going to come true. When we reach Shreenika Aunty place. She must be thinking about what relationship I shared with her, I didn't tell her. I don't want to fuss about this matter. I told everything about my love. Obviously I tell her she is my girlfriend and soon to be Mrs Ashika Aahan Singh Randhawa. Haye kitna khubsurat lagata hai mera naam use naam ke sath. Or kyu na kahu. Soon she is going to hold that title. That thought is intoxicating.

Shreenika Aunty and her had a great time together, and I get a surprise when I get to know that my Angel knows her already. She appreciates her intelligence and gives me a sense of pride. We talk a lot when it's time to go Shreenika Aunty tells me to meet her, and it sounds desperate and urgent. I hope everything with her is alright. Now it's time to depart when she started talking again about her relationship with me, fuck not now is she going to talk about being her girlfriend of mine no no it can't.

I knew I had to think fast, before Mrs. Shreenika revealed the lie I had told her - that this beautiful woman was my girlfriend, soon to be my wife. I couldn't let that happen, not now, not when things were starting to feel real between us.

So I cut Mrs. Shreenika off, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction. But I knew I hadn't fooled her, not completely. She raised an eyebrow, a hint of anger grin playing on her lips.

"Why didn't you correct her?" she asked me, finally after a long time I know it's coming but she takes a time where I don't know where she is lost. Even I stopped my car, but somewhere I felt that maybe maybe, as I'm hoping she is lost in me. Because I felt her burning gaze on me. She cleared her throat and again asked. her voice was low and husky. "Why did you let her think I'm your girlfriend?"

"Because you are my girlfriend, my wife, my life my everything you are only mine and mine." I slowly whispered because I don't want to get any hint of my intentions. I smirk on my thoughts. Right now I knew I had to divert her attention, and fast. I couldn't let her see the panic rising inside me. So I did the only thing I could think of - I reached out, took her hand, and pulled her close.

"Let's not worry about what others think," I whispered, trying to sound suave. "Let's just focus on us, at this moment."

I could feel her eyes on me, searching for answers. But I just smiled, trying to reassure her, trying to make her believe that everything was fine. And to my surprise, it worked. She smiled back, and let me lead her away from the curious gazes of the onlookers.

But I knew this was only a temporary reprieve. I had to come up with a new plan, and fast, before she discovered the truth. And I had to make sure that plan didn't involve losing her.

As I dropped her home, I opened the car door for her, expecting her to get out and head inside. But she lingered, looking at me with an unreadable expression. I told her to go inside, but she didn't budge.

"Mr Randhaw can I ask you something?" she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

I froze, unsure of what to expect. And then she dropped the question: " are yo-u free this weekend Will you go out with me? As a payback, for everything you've done for me?"

I was taken aback, but this time. It was because I wasn't expecting her to ask me out as a genuine gesture of gratitude.

When I finally gained my senses, I asked her why she wanted me to take her out. She said it was because she felt indebted to me, and this was her way of repaying me.

I smiled, and said it not necessarily because her happiness matters to me. For this I can do anything and her smile is everything me that line said slowly whispered, I don't want her to hear that. feeling a sense of relief washed over me. I tried to tease her a little bit but she sounded annoyed so I dropped those tricks, kahi wo mujhe leke Naa jaye tho no no I can't miss that chance jo samne se chal ke khud aa rahi hai. "Okay, fine," I said, trying to sound casual. I don't want to show my excitement. And told her "But not because I'm expecting payback. Because I want to spend time with you."

She smiled back, and we exchanged a few more words before I sent her off to bed. As I drove away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something real.

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>Hello Aunty, you reached home I'm coming to meet you.

What happened aunty you sound tensed, is everything okay. Don't take stress I'm coming.

I cut the call I don't know what happened to her She had never sounded so restless before. There is definitely some problem. It must be something serious otherwise aunty never involved me in anything or shared her problem with me.

Is it the same thing that I am thinking about? If it turns out to be the same thing then it will be a big problem. I hope everything is alright.

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