3) This is so unfair

Kiara's POV

I stood there, stunned, not knowing how to respond. I was not expecting this reaction.

Well then, what exact reaction were you expecting from a random man you just yelled at?

My mouth clamped shut as the gorgeous stranger approached us. I couldn't come up with any words as I stared at his godly face.

"Care to repeat what you just said?" He arched a brow, his condescending tone seeping into his words.

Oh god! His voice.

There was something very wrong with me.

Not the time to admire his voice, Kia!

His fingers snapped in front of my face and I nearly leapt in surprise.

Say something, you idiot.

But what?

My dumbfounded expression seemed to make him angrier and he let out an impatient breath. "I asked you a damn question."

The rudeness in his voice seemed to snap me out of my daze. I cleared my throat and straightened up.

Looking straight into his black eyes, I willed some courage in my voice. "Are your ears as bad as your driving skills?" I asked him with a sweet, mocking smile and then glared at him. "I said you need to learn to drive."

Great going, Kia. Aggravate him some more.

"If you didn't have buttons for eyes and you actually looked where you were going, then maybe this wouldn't have happened." He gestured at my shirt.

I gasped.

How dare he?

"Of course, what else can I expect from an ignorant jerk like you?" I scoffed.

If he looked angry before, he looked furious now. He clenched his jaw tightly which highlighted his cheekbones and spoke in a dead, calm voice. "This ignorant jerk can make your life a living hell with a single flick of his hand. So, watch your mouth."

Just like I ignore the red flags in my fictional boyfriends, I ignored his words. Completely. "Or what?"

"Do you even know who I am?" The warning in his tone didn't go unnoticed by me.

There it is, the favorite line of rich, spoiled brats.

But he didn't stop there. "Cause if you did, you wouldn't be standing here spewing gibberish from your gibberish mouth."

Typical rich people.

Just as I was going to give him another smart-ass comeback, Maahi let out a horrified gasp and whispered. "Oh my fucking goodness! Are you- Are you Arjun Singhania? "

His eyes momentarily left mine to glance at Maahi. "Glad you noticed." He said dryly, sarcasm evident in his tone. He looked back at me. "At least, your friend over here has some brains."

"As in THE ARJUN SINGHANIA?" She tried to confirm, air quoting his name and swallowed harshly.

"Do you want a fucking birth certificate?" He growled angrily, clearly impatient with her repeating questions.

Arjun Singhania? Who is that-

Wait. Wait. Wait!

And then it clicked me.

Arjun Singhania! The sole heir of Singhania Industries. His dad owned the majority of hotels and restaurants across the city. I had seen his photo once in a magazine of about young billionaires.

Did I just get into a who-insults-who-better match with a billionaire?

My unintentional suicidal tendencies were getting out of hand now.

At least you get to die by the hands of a handsome guy. My inner conscience sighed.

Would you shut up? I was trying to concentrate on the blunder I had just made.

My inner conscience had a very wrong timing.

My inner turmoil was probably written all over my face because Arjun Singhania's lips twitched in an arrogant smirk. "Now, this is an appropriate reaction from someone who messed with the wrong person."

I gaped at him.

Rude much?

Without another word, he started to walk back to his car.

What?

I think I had a death wish because I ran to stand between him and oh-so-precious car.

He didn't even apologize to me.

I pressed my lips in a thin line and glared at him, a deep scowl on my face. "What about this?" I pointed at my shirt.

You definitely have a death wish, Kia.

He cocked an amused brow. "About what, again?"

What is so amusing to him?

I followed his gaze and realized I was pointing at my chest.

Go die, Kia!

Oh god.

"I meant my shirt, you sicko." I said hurriedly, pulling down my hand. "You should apologize for the mess you made."

He stalked closer to me, the cold, blank look in his eyes sending a shiver down my spine. I wanted to step back because of his intimidating stance but I held my ground.

"Listen to me carefully, princess." The word seemed more like a cuss word coming out of his mouth, as if he was mocking me. "The world doesn't revolve around you. So, consider it my first and last warning. Do not mess with me."

He was getting really pissed now. I could see it. But I didn't know why I wasn't shutting up and running away with my tail between my legs. Deep below, I was kinda enjoying the back-and-forth we were having.

I need to stop romanticizing enemies-to-lovers trope.

"You should learn some basic manners."

"I do not have time for your nonsense. Move!" He opened his car door.

"But- my shirt." I called after him.

He gave me an incredulous look as if I had grown a moustache and banged the car door shut.

"Seriously? Seriously!?" He growled furiously. "Have you lost your damn mind? What do you want me to do? Wash it for you?" His voice raised a notch, the vein in his neck popping out due to anger.

That vei-

No!

"A sincere apology would have been okay, but now that I think about it, you are right. You are going to wash my shirt for me and then give it back." I shrugged.

Did you really just put the next CEO of Singhania Industries to laundry duty?

Well, yes, if you put it that way. Isn't life full of surprises?

Yeah, but it wouldn't be a surprise if you find yourself in your grave in, let's say, the next ten seconds.

Is everyone's conscience this annoying?

"What?" He asked slowly, his voice deathly calm as if he couldn't believe what I just said.

"You heard it. Wash my shirt."

If looks could kill, I would have reached heaven by this time.

He stared down at me, his jaw clenched so tight I thought he might break his jaw. After a couple of seconds, a small smirk appeared on his lips.

Oh my gosh! He has dimples. Freaking dimples.

Just stop right there. Remember, you're angry on him. You are not supposed to be swooning over him.

This is so unfair.

God, why did you give him the weapon of dimples against me?

"Fine. I would do it." He crossed his arms over his chest.

What?

Did I hear him correctly?

"You would?" I asked him dumbfounded.

This does not look good.

He agreed so easily? I was only half-serious about it. Did I misjudge his character? Was he actually a sweet soul instead of the arrogant asshole that I thought he was? Did he have a sudden change of heart?

I think you left your brain home today.

"I suggest you get your ears checked too. I said I'll wash your shirt. Take it off."

My jaw hung open. "What did you just say?"

"Take it off. Or do you need my help with that?" He cocked his head.

This...

This son of a bitch!

What a pervert!

I was gonna kill him.

Ready to yell at him, I took a threatening step forward but the sound of a phone ringing stopped me and the devil incarnate in front of me took out his phone from his pocket.

Suddenly, his whole demeanor changed. He turned stiff, his eyes cold and emotionless. His face was blank as he picked the call. He didn't say anything during the whole call, just muttered a gruff fine in the end and cut the call.

Without sparing me a single glance, he went to his car.

I was about to say something, when he turned to me and said. "Looks like this would have to wait. But since you're so insistent, here's my card. Feel free to visit anytime." He threw his card in my direction.

Not giving me a chance to reply, he sat in the car and left. I stood there, with blushing cheeks and a wide-open mouth, completely baffled and thinking...

What the hell just happened?

I was about to catch a fly in my mouth when I shut it hurriedly and shook my head a little. Pressing a hand against my cheek, I realized that they were burning with embarrassment.

Turning around, I found Maahi standing with a dreamy look in her eyes and a creepy smile.

This was the longest she had kept quiet.

Was she okay? She wasn't moving at all.

I called out her name tentatively. "Maahi?"

No response.

"Maahi?" I shook her lightly this time.

Nope. Nothing.

"Hey, is that Harry Styles?"

This immediately broke her from her trance and she started rambling, "What? Where? Shit! Are you serious? Oh my.... "

Well, Harry Styles always works.

"Relax, I was just joking." I cut her off.

"What? But why? You shouldn't really joke about such a big thing." She slapped my arm.

"Why would Harry come here? I was only trying to bring you back to Earth. I didn't have any other option. You were so busy ogling at that devil." I reasoned with her.

That caught her attention. She held my arm with both hands and shook me violently. "What in the enemies-to-lovers just happened?"

"What are you talking about? Did you miss the whole crazy bitch fight we had?"

"Exactly. Enemies-to-lovers."

It was surprising how delusional she was.

She squealed. "Isn't he so hot? Oh my god! I don't believe this. We met him. We met the Arjun Singhania."

I rolled my eyes. "Relax. Take long breaths and d o not hyperventilate."

I looked down at my ruined shirt and mumbled sadly. "Come, let's go."

I would never forgive Arjun Singhania for committing this heinous sin.

"Why are you looking at your shirt as if your dog had died?" Maahi asked me.

"Shut up." I grumbled. "Keep walking."

"Wait. Wait. Wait." She almost yelled as she seemed to remember something.

"What is it?" I asked her, my brows knitting in confusion.

"He called you princess, didn't he?" Her voice was all squeaky and excited.

Out of all the things that just happened, that's what Maahi noticed?

"Seriously, Maahi?"

"Oh no, no, no. Don't you dare change the topic." She wiggled a finger at me.

Dammit!

There goes another round of fangirling and squealing.

And here you go with another chapter! Hope you guys liked it.