Chapter 22 | Here and now

Your love has afflicted me, making me crazy,

In love, worship exists, and love is beautiful

The passion of your love, moistens my heart,

In your love, my soul flourishes"

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I gazed down at her peaceful face, her gentle breathing and soothing melody.

>Cancel the meeting," I instructed Arjun over the phone.

Arjun's protestations began,

The most precious thing is sleeping in my arms right now," I said, my voice firm. "No amount, not even the 100th crore, compares to her sleep."

Arjun's silence was palpable.

>If the Shanghai client is wise, they'll understand," I continued, a hint of sarcasm creeping in. "After all, they're well aware of the devil they're dealing with."

My gaze drifted back to Rose, her beauty mesmerizing.

>Arjun, if they wish to sign their own death warrant, who am I to stop them?" My tone turned sinister. "Agar wo khud aaye hain marne toh, main jarur maarunga." (If they come seeking death, I'll surely deliver it).

Arjun's hesitation was almost audible.

>If they are fine with tomorrow, then I have no issues. Well Are we prepared for tomorrow?" I asked, my voice was softer.

Good. Then I have no issues."

With that, I ended the call.

My attention returned to  her, face radiant in slumber. My gaze softened, and I gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

For tonight, at least, the devil could wait.

I wrapped my arms tighter around her, holding her close as darkness claimed me.

In this moment, nothing else mattered.

I gazed at her serene face, her innocence and vulnerability captivating me. My harsh features softened, and a gentle smile spread across my face.

She looked like an angel, snuggled deep in my chest, her trust in me absolutely. Without breaking our embrace, I stood up from the chair, cradling her in my arms.

As we stepped out of her cabin, the hospital staff stared, their eyes wide with wonder.

I met their gazes, my cold, piercing stare silencing them.

"Mind your own business," I growled silently, my voice dripping with menace.

My aura commanded respect, and they hastily looked away. Protecting my sweet heart from unwanted attention, I maintained my intimidating demeanor. As we reached my car, I slid in, settling her comfortably in my arms.

"Instruct the driver to take us to Madam's home," I ordered, my voice low.

The driver nodded, his eyes flicking to her before quickly looking away. As the car glided through the night, I held my love close, her gentle breathing soothing.  I always felt a sense of peace, my devilish heart calmed by her presence.

In this moment, nothing else mattered.

Only her.

My jaana.

My gaze lingered on her face, my thoughts consumed by the mysterious doctor. Who would have thought the devil would find solace in an angel's arms?

As the car glided through the night, she stirred in my arms, her gentle movements a testament to her search for comfort. I adjusted her position, cradling her head against my chest.

"Shh, sweetheart, sleep tight," I whispered, my voice soft.

My fingers traced gentle patterns on her scalp, soothing her back into slumber.

Her peaceful face mesmerized me, and I couldn't help but admire her beauty. Memories flooded my mind – the report from my informant that she hadn't eaten since morning. My anger had simmered, concern for her well-being overriding all else. How could she neglect her health so?

I recalled rushing out of my office, assembling her favorite dishes. At the hospital, I'd found her exhausted, yet still tending to others.

"Why do you take everything so lightly, jaana?" I whispered.

"Your health, your safety... don't you know how precious you are?"

Her gentle breathing was the only response. I sighed, my chest rising beneath her head.

"You drive me crazy, Doctor," I murmured. "But I suppose that's why I adore you."

The city lights blurred outside. My focus remained on little life. Her eyelids fluttered. I held my breath. But she settled back into sleep. A soft smile spread across my face. At this moment, I was at peace. The devil's heart.

Tamed.

By an angel's touched

As I recalled the moment she found me in her cabin, fury etched on my face, I couldn't help but smile. Her confused expression, those innocent eyes wide with uncertainty, ignited a primal desire within me. My beast stirred, craving to devour her beauty.

Her trembling lips beckoned me, inviting me to claim them. I yearned to kiss her senseless, to leave her breathless and begging for respite. My hunger for her was insatiable.

But what truly stirred me was her subtle resistance when I drew her onto my lap. That hesitation awakened my desire, making my pulse race. I felt the tightness between my thighs, my body aware of its longing.

In that moment, my need for her was palpable. My cock demanded to be buried deep within her sweet pussy, to claim her as mine. But I restrained myself, aware that my intensity might scare her.

Instead, I focused on feeding her, nourishing her body and soul. I savored every moment, every bite she took.

Now, remembering that encounter, I chuckled at my own unbridled passion. "Soon," I whispered to myself, "I'll take you, jaana. I'll bury myself deep inside you, and we'll lose ourselves in ecstasy."

Jaana," I whispered, my voice husky with anticipation, "you have no idea what's coming. The way I'll cherish you, the way I'll love you, will leave you breathless.

I'm now thinking about my interaction with that little creature.

"You love that child, don't you, Jaana?" Memories flooded my mind - her worry for Mihir, her disobedience, leaving her food behind. But I succeeded in claiming her attention. Yet, witnessing their interaction, I seethed with jealousy. How dare anyone share her affection? She's mine, every smile, every laugh, every moment.

My possessiveness raged like a wildfire. I yearned to snatch her from Mihir's grasp, to hide her from the world. But I restrained myself, aware of the delicate balance. My obsession, possession and madness for her couldn't be revealed yet.

Then, Mihir dared to call her his girlfriend. My anger peaked, and I wanted to destroy everything. How dare he? She belongs to me, Aahan Singh Randhawa.

I went to bed and whispered in his ear, "I'll be her husband." The child's shock was satisfying, but he sought confirmation from her. My manipulation worked; she nodded, unaware of the contract binding us.

Mihir's bold claim that Rose was an angel, belonging to the devil - him - amused me. "You're right," I said with a smirk. "She's an angel, but the devil is claiming her is me." His proposal - a gaming console in exchange for leaving her alone - was laughable. She was already mine.

But I let it slide, for now. Mihir's audacity was tolerable only because jaana admired him. Her happiness was paramount, but soon, I'd ensure everyone knew she belonged to me.

My gaze returned to her, and I felt an overwhelming urge to claim her lips, to seal our fate. Soon, Jaana. Soon, you'll understand your place - by my side, in my arms, and in my bed.

As I pulled up to her apartment, I couldn't help but feel a sense of ownership. I stepped out, unlocked the door with my thumbprint, and swept her into my arms. Miss Trisha was away, and I had my jaana all to myself.

I strode to her bedroom, my eyes locked on hers, still peaceful in slumber. Gently, I laid her on the bed, arranging her hair to frame her face.

My fingertips grazed her cheeks, tracing the soft contours. I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. Her scent filled my lungs, intoxicating me.

I pulled back, my gaze lingering on her serene face. I grabbed a notepad and penned a note:

Jaana,

Take care, sweetheart. Don't neglect food (I'll be checking). Don't think you can escape me that easily.

Aahan"

I added a playful doodle, a devilish grin, and a wink.

With one last glance, I left her apartment, ensuring the door locked behind me. My thoughts drifted to our impending union, and my heart swelled with anticipation.

Soon, jaana would be mine, body and soul.

The drive home was a blur, my mind consumed by visions of our future together.

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I jolted awake, disoriented and dazed, only to realize I was in my bedroom. The foggy memories of yesterday's events slowly cleared, and my face burned with embarrassment. Mr. Randhawa's unexpected visit, him feeding me with such tenderness, and me sleeping on his lap like a vulnerable child - it all came rushing back.

My cheeks flamed, and my body radiated heat. I wanted to disappear and escape the humiliation. "How could I be so weak?" I berated myself, pulling my hair in frustration. "What must he think of me? A desperate, sleeping pig, completely vulnerable in his arms?"

Self-loathing consumed me, but then my gaze fell upon a note on my side table. I picked it up, and my eyes widened:

"Jaana,

Take care, my sweet heart. Don't neglect food (I'll be checking). Don't think you can escape me that easily.

,

Aahan"

His words sparked a flutter in my chest. The term "Jaana" danced on the page, tantalizing me. I felt his presence, his protectiveness, and his possessiveness.

"Go seriously, what is his obsession with calling me by different names?"

"Jaana" I read that word again, somewhere I liked it, I don't know why. But this is not right I'm nothing mean to him. He can't make my heart flutter.

So your heart is fluttered, when he calls you with those names. I'm inner voice mocked me.

Just shut up it's not like that, I mean that not my heart, hannn.. no one has the audacity to make my heart flutter understand. I mean that he is no one that's all.

But you accept it sometime ago.. again this voice.

Shuu shuu... Bhag yaha se, oh God.

A small smile curved on my lips, and my blush deepened. Memories of yesterday's moments with Mr. Randhawa flooded back: his gentle touch, his soft voice, and his piercing gaze. His eyes seemed to see right through me, understanding my deepest fears and desires.

My heart skipped a beat. Was I reading too much into this? Did he genuinely care? Or was this just another tactic to control me?

I re-read the note, my fingers tracing the scribbled words. Aahan. The way he wrote his name sent shivers down my spine. It was as if he'd claimed me, marked me as his own.

For the first time, I saw Mr. Randhawa in a different light. Maybe, just maybe, this arrangement wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe I could find solace in his arms, protection from the word.

And one thing was certain: I couldn't ignore the connection between us.

I shook off the lingering thoughts of Mr. Randhawa, scolding myself for getting lost in his intense gaze again. "Focus, Ashika! You can't let yesterday's embarrassment define today." I freshened up, the cool water washed away my flush.

Breakfast revitalized me, and I realized it was the weekend – a holiday! I let out a triumphant scream, feeling liberated from the hospital's demanding schedule.

But my euphoria was short-lived, as my phone reminder started ringing: "Take Mr. Randhawa out today." My face fell, embarrassment washing over me like a tidal wave. How could I face him after yesterday's vulnerability?

Memories flooded back: his gentle touch, his soft voice, and his piercing gaze. My cheeks burned anew.

I screamed again, this time in frustration. "Why did I agree to this?!"

Taking a deep breath, I rallied myself. "You can't ditch him, Ashika. He helped you meet your idols; it's only fair to show gratitude. Besides, you owe him."

"Par kya hi fark padta hai, kon sa unko yaad hoga." A mischievous smile craves on my face. But again my angel side woke up and said. Tumko jaana padega started chatting.

"Oh God. Kyu main itni sweet, sanskari, samajhdar, sundar, Sushil, sarwgun sampan hu. Why god why you make me like that" I wiped my fake tear, and giggled herself.

Now at serious not.

Determination replaced anxiety. "You've got this, Ashika. You can handle one outing with Mr. Randhawa. Just keep it platonic."

As I contemplated how to make his day special, an idea struck me: why not personally pick him up? Today was my turn to make his day, after all. I believed in equity.

A sly smile spread across my face. "Let's see how he likes being surprised." I grabbed my keys, ready to take control.

Driving to his location, my heart skipped a beat. What would today bring? Would Mr. Randhawa be his usual, enigmatic self?

I pushed aside my doubts and focused on the task. Today was about showing gratitude.

As I stood outside Mr. Randhawa's office, nerves fluttered in my stomach like butterflies in a whirlwind. Yesterday's embarrassing display replayed in my mind, and I wondered what he thought of me now. Shrugging off my doubts, I pushed open the door and approached the receptionist, a poised smile on my face.

"Excuse me, where is Mr. Randhawa?" I asked, trying to sound confident.

The receptionist looked me up and down, her expression a mixture of judgment and disgust. "And who are you?" she spat, her voice dripping with malice.

I ignored her tone, refusing to let her rattle me. "I'm Dr. Ashika. Could you please let him know I'm here?"

The receptionist raised an eyebrow, her gaze lingering on me like a challenge. "Do you have an appointment?" she asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.

I felt a surge of irritation but kept my cool. "Just inform him, please."

The receptionist sneered, her lips curling upward. "Why should I? You're not even scheduled."

Suddenly, a man well dressed appeared, his eyes narrowing at the receptionist. "Miss Ashika, what brings you here?" he asked, his voice warm and welcoming.

He glared at the receptionist, his tone icy. "The way you spoke to her... I saw everything. You should be ashamed."

The receptionist defended herself, "Sir, she didn't have an appointment..." but he cut her off, his voice dripping sarcasm.

"The way you spoke to her... You should be prepared for the consequences. Your attitude is unacceptable."

He turned to me, his expression softening. "You don't need an appointment, Dr. Ashika. You're welcome anytime."

The receptionist asked, "Sir, I'm new here... I didn't know..." but Arjun's response sent shivers down her spine.

"You don't need to know who she is. But soon, you won't even know yourself."

I sensed a deeper meaning behind his words, but the receptionist looked lost, her eyes wide with fear.

I turned to him, curiosity getting the better of me. "How do you know me? I've never met you before today."

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with familiarity. "I'm Mr. Randhawa's personal assistant Arjun. And I know you very well, Dr. Ashika. Everyone in this office is aware of who you are."

I was taken aback, shock etched on my face. "How? I don't understand."

Arjun's response was barely audible, a murmured phrase that flew past my ears: "Aapko na Jaan ke kisi ko aapne Jaan se haath thodi dhona hai." I didn't catch the meaning, and before I could ask again, he continued.

"Nowhere, Dr. Ashika. Whenever I come here, it's to Mr. Randhawa's office."

With that, he nodded and left me standing outside the cabin. I felt a flutter in my chest, a mix of emotions swirling inside. This was the first time I'd come to someone's office like this, and the feeling was overwhelming.

I took a deep breath, composing myself. My hand trembled slightly as I raised it to knock on the door.

"Come in." The voice from inside was cold, sending shivers down my spine.

I pushed open the door, stepping into the lion's den. Mr. Randhawa sat behind his desk, his eyes piercing as he watched me enter. The air was thick with tension, and I felt like a small prey walking into a predator's lair.

Mr. Randhawa's piercing gaze locked onto mine, surprise etched on his face. For a fleeting moment, his expression remained unreadable, but then, his features transformed, and a warm, radiant smile spread across his face.

"Sweetheart!" He exclaimed, his voice infused with genuine excitement, like a child unwrapping a cherished gift. "How did you manage to surprise me?"

There he go again with those names, uff ... Then

I chuckled, feeling a sense of control and empowerment, knowing I had caught him off guard. "We had plans, remember? Today's my turn to treat you."

Mr. Randhawa's eyes sparkled with anticipation, and he rose from his chair without objection, following me like an obedient child, his movements fluid and effortless.

As we walked, his curiosity got the better of him. "Where are we headed?" he asked, his voice laced with eagerness.

I secretly smiled, drawing him closer, our faces inches apart. His ear inches from my lips, I whispered, "It's a surprise. Be patient."

My warm breath danced across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. I pulled back, walking away, leaving him frozen in curiosity.

"Follow me!" I called out, and Mr. Randhawa sprang back to life, his long strides easily keeping pace with mine.

In the parking lot, he headed for his sleek, black car, but I intercepted him, playful mischief dancing in my eyes.

"Hey, it's my turn to treat you like a prince," I said, opening my car's passenger door with a flourish. "Get in."

Mr. Randhawa chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and slid into the seat without a word, his movements fluid and effortless.

As I drove, his gaze remained on me, filled with amusement and intrigue, his eyes sparkling like diamonds in the sunlight.

The air was thick with tension, but this time, it was different. This time, I was in control.

As I navigated the roads, Mr. Randhawa's gaze never wavered, his eyes locked onto mine like a magnet. I could feel his intensity, his curiosity, and his growing interest.

"Are you going to give me any hints?" he asked, his deep voice low and husky, sending shivers down my spine.

I smiled, keeping my eyes on the road. "Nope. You'll just have to wait and see."

Mr. Randhawa chuckled, the sound sending warmth through my veins. "I'm not very good at waiting."

"I'll keep that in mind," I replied, my voice laced with amusement.

The drive was filled with comfortable silence, the tension between us palpable but no longer uncomfortable. It was as if we'd crossed a threshold, entered a new realm of understanding.

As we stood outside Wonderland, my eyes sparkled with excitement, eager to explore the vibrant rides and attractions. But when I turned to Mr. Randhawa, his expression caught me off guard.

His eyes, once warm and emotive, had transformed into black, cold, and dark pools, devoid of any feeling. I felt a shiver run down my spine, scared of my choice to treat him.

Determined to lighten the mood, I called out, "Hey, what's wrong? Why glare at this beautiful wonderland? Are you going to swallow it whole?"

My playful tone barely concealed my concern.

Mr. Randhawa turned toward me, his gaze piercing. For a moment, I felt unsettled, but I refused to show it.

"Come on, let's go inside!" I urged, trying to sound cheerful.

But he remained still, his eyes blank.

I joked again, "You're behaving like you've never been here before!"

His response stunned me: "I never have."

"No kid never comes to Wonderland!" I exclaimed.

Mr. Randhawa's voice dripped with pain: "They never let me behave like a child."

As I gazed into Mr. Randhawa's eyes, I saw a deep-seated pain, a longing for innocence lost. His words cut through me like a knife: "They never let me behave like a child." The phrase echoed in my mind, revealing a fragmented childhood, devoid of laughter and wonder.

My heart ached for the boy he once was, trapped in a world that stifled his joy. I felt an overwhelming urge to heal his wounds, to bring solace to his troubled soul.

"Today, with me, let that child enjoy this," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

My words were a promise, a vow to help him rediscover the simple pleasures of life. As our hands touched, a spark of understanding flared between us.

Mr. Randhawa's gaze softened, his eyes unlocking a glimmer of vulnerability. For an instant, I saw the child he once was, the one he'd never been allowed to be.

Without another word, he nodded, and together we stepped into Wonderland. The vibrant colors and joyful sounds enveloped us, a stark contrast to the darkness of his past.

As we walked, hand in hand, I sensed a fragile trust forming between us. With each step, Mr. Randhawa's posture relaxed, his shoulders easing as he allowed himself to be guided by me. The tension in his body began to dissipate, replaced by a tentative sense of wonder.

We stopped in front of a majestic Ferris wheel, its colorful lights dancing across his face. A faint smile creased his lips, and my heart skipped a beat. I saw a glimmer of genuine happiness in his eyes, a spark that ignited hope within me.

As we boarded the Ferris wheel, the attendant ushered us into our seats. Just as I settled in, the ride lurched forward, throwing me off balance. In a split second, I found myself tumbling onto Mr. Randhawa's lap.

Our faces inches apart, I felt his warm breath dance across my skin. The sudden proximity sent shivers down my spine.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, my cheeks flushing.

Mr. Randhawa's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "No apologies necessary," he whispered, his voice husky.

The Ferris wheel continued its ascent, suspending us high above the ground. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in this intimate moment.

As we swayed gently, Mr. Randhawa's arms enveloped me, holding me secure. His touch ignited a fire within, and I felt my heart racing.

Our lips were mere inches apart, the tension between us palpable. I sensed him struggling to maintain control.

"Sweet heart," he whispered, his voice laced with longing.

As the Ferris wheel paused at its peak, Mr Randhawa's lips grazed my neck, sending shivers coursing through my veins. I don't know what coming next

His hot breath touching my neck and face sanding electrifying sensation in all over my body. I can't take it anymore It's too much to handle, but his sudden action taken me off guard and let my soul trembling. Oh my holy fuck his lips on my neck softly tracing my entire neck line.

His soft, gentle kisses electrified my senses, and I felt my body melt into his embrace, surrendering to the sensation. And I'm trying my best to hold to not make any noise but it's escape. Fuck

"Muhh..." I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

His lips danced across my neck, tracing a path of fire that left me breathless. His warm breath caressed my skin, sending tremors through my entire being.

My hands instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer as I tilted my head, granting him access to the sensitive skin beneath my ear.

Mr Randhawa grip tightened, his fingers digging gently into my hips as his kisses deepened. I felt myself getting lost in his touch, in his warmth, in the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

Time stood still. The world around us faded. All that remained was the thrumming of my pulse.

The soft whisper of this sound is echo in this ferries wheel.

"Uhh..."

And the aching desire. That threatened to consume me whole.

Suddenly.

The Ferris wheel lurched back to life. We separated.

Breathless.

Flushed.

Our eyes locked. The connection was undeniable The air was charged. with tension. As we gazed into each other's eyes. As our eyes locked, the tension between us was palpable. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, suspended in this electrifying moment.

Mr Randhawa gaze burned with intensity, his eyes darkening to a deep, deep ocean blue. I felt like I was drowning in their depths, unable to look away.

My heart raced, pounding against my chest like a drum. Every nerve in my body seemed to vibrate with anticipation.

Without a word, Mr Randhawa reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sent shivers down my spine.

"Jaana" he whispered.

The sound of my jaana on his lips was like a caress. Why he keeps calling me like that, it's giving me emotions that I don't want to feel. He has to stop calling me like that.

As the Ferris wheel jolted to a stop, I snapped back to reality, my senses reeling from the intensity of Mr Randhawa touch. Embarrassment washed over me like a tidal wave, leaving my cheeks scorching hot.

What was I thinking, letting him kiss my neck like that? Why did I melt into his arms?

My mind raced with self-reprimands as I hastily stepped out of the ride. I couldn't bear to meet Arjun's gaze, fearful of revealing the turmoil within.

"Let's... uh... get ice cream," I stammered, desperate to diffuse the tension between us.

Mr Randhawa cleared his throat, his eyes locked onto mine. "Hmm ," he just hummed, his voice low and husky. And his eyes are scanning my behaviour. I shrugged that thought and I began walking towards the ice cream truck, Mr Randhawa following closely behind. His proximity made my heart skip a beat, and I struggled to maintain a steady pace.

Just as we approached the truck, Mr Randhawa phone rang, shattering the silence. "Excuse me," he said. "I'll catch up with you sweetheart, you go and order."

He stepped away, disappearing from sight, leaving me feeling lost and bewildered. I continued towards the truck, my thoughts swirling in chaos.

How could I let him kiss my neck like that? As if I was begging for more?

"Why, Ashika, why?" I muttered to myself, shaking my head.

"You're a doctor, for crying out loud! Get a grip!"

But the reprimands fell flat. My heart still fluttered at the memory of Mr Randhawa lips on my neck.

My skin still tingled from his touch. I ordered my ice cream, the cool treat offering little solace against the turmoil within.

"What's happening to me?" I wondered.

Why did Mr Randhawa presence unravel me so?Was it the way he looked at me? The way he touched me? Or something deeper?

As I walked away from the truck, lost in thought, I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to take a dramatic turn. I snapped out and again asked for ice cream Wale bhaiya.

"Bhaiya jaldi Dena. Kitna waqt loge." I'm excited to taste cream, it's been a while since I have that

As I waited for my ice cream, my gaze drifted to Mr Randhawa engrossed in his phone call. His expression was intense, yet captivating. A small smile crept onto my face, unnoticed by me. I admired the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, the strong jawline, and the effortless charm that radiated from him.

Suddenly, my attention snapped to a car speeding towards him. My heart stopped. Time froze. Panic set in. "Mr Randhawa!" I screamed, but he didn't flinch. The car hurtled closer, mere inches from where he stood.

My world narrowed to a single thought: Save him.

I dropped my ice cream and sprinted towards him. My hands grasped his arm, pulling him towards me with all my might. The car whizzed past, its rush of air sending shivers down my spine.

Mr Randhawa eyes widened, finally registering the danger. But I didn't care. I hugged him tightly, my breath heavy, my heart racing.

"How could you be so careless?" I scolded, trying to mask the fear still gripping my heart. "What if that car had hit you? You're always lost in your thoughts. Can't you see what's around you?"

Mr Randhawa gaze locked onto mine, his expression soft. No words. Just a small smile dancing on his lips. That smile unnerved me. Melted my anger. Left me breathless.

"This isn't funny, Mr Randhawa," I reprimanded, attempting to hide the tremble in my voice. "What's wrong with you? Agar aapki Jaan chali jaati tho."

His smile grew, and I felt my resolve crumble.

"Meri jaan tho aap hai, jo  hamesha se salamat hai, " he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Mr Randhawa it's not time for joke, seriously yesi situation me bhi aapko flirting sujh rahi hai."

"Par maine tho sach kaha hai. Meri jaan meri samne khadi hai or use kuch nahi ho sakta hai." His replied dripped with possessiveness and sound of protection. It's give me ticklish feeling in my stomach. But somewhere I'm scared of his most of the talks like is he serious about his all the sentences he uttere or its just like.... Nothing

I didn't understand him.

I pushed him away, trying to regain composure. "Be more careful next time." The only thing I said to him this time.

"Let's go to our next destination." I said to him. But somewhere Im not in mood to enjoying after what happened suddenly but I can't let this effect my so called showing gratitude of the day. I have to complete my mission, so let's go Ashika you can do it.

We explore many things and I think he is also enjoying. I'm glad he likes all the places where I take him now it's time to wrapped up all things. I stopped my car at his office and bidde him bye.

"Bye sweetheart!" He replied with heartfelt smile. Which I return gladly and then drove straight to my home.

Ufff..... Finally mission completed. I never gonna ask anyone for out. Saala Jaan hi chala jaata hai in sab ke chakro me.

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