"You saw me that time? I thought you saw me first when I was stuck with the dogs?" I said and he chuckled.
"Has kya rahe ho? I also saw you when that girl hugged you..what was her name? Simran." I said and rolled my eyes.
{Translation: "Why are you laughing?"}
"And you thought she was my girlfriend?" He asked.
"Ofcourse! I didn't know that you could hug any girl." I said while looking out of the window.
"You are wrong! She hugged me but I didn't either at the party nor in the office..I just did a formality." He said in a casual tone.
"So, now forget all this! And tell me you want to come with me?" He asked.
"But..but how? I am not wearing something relevant for the party." I said.
"Then! Let's go and shop for something." He said and took a U turn.
"No! I don't want to because you will again make the payment...I don't want to.." I said.
"See! We are working together? We share the part of money we earn? So it's not my money or your money.. it's our money and we will pay for each other.. it's just the card that would be mine and I will also buy something for me so it's not only for you. Okay butterfly?" He said and I got confused with his words but I knew he is even more stubborn than me and I don't want to go back to my place when I can have some more time with him so I agreed.
We went into a showroom where so many beautiful dresses were present in all the varieties for man and woman both whether it's ethnic, western, indo western while he held my hand and took me to the women's section and looked at me hoping that I will go and select something but I was busy looking at him as his eyes and his messy hair were looking more beautiful than anything on this earth.
"Kya baat hai behen! Naughty ho rahi hai.." My inner self spoke and I shut her up.
{Translation: "What is it sister? You becoming naughty!"}
"You keep checking me out and I will check out the dresses for you." He said making my eyes wide...F"ck! he noticed again..such a pervert you are Chahat.
"Meri aankhe meri marzi." I said and gulped down immediately when he stepped closer almost pinning me against the wall near the trial room while he kept his one hand on the wall near my head and the other was also pressed against the wall near my waist making me tremble on my legs when he looked straight into my eyes.
{Translation: "My eyes, My choice"}
He used his one hand and put the hair strand behind my ear and I lowered my eyes not able to stand his intense gaze on me as he bent down a little to match my level.
"Toh? kya keh rahi thi aap mohtarma? Meri aankhein, meri marzi huh? Main jaan sakta hu ki ab kyu nazrein jhuka li aapne? Ab nahi dekhna apko?" He said and his tone did nothing but make me weak on my knees..I was not able to even form a word or process what he was doing to me...but I was liking it...I liked him being close to me...his fragrance was making me so overwhelmed that I can't explain in words.
{Translation: "So? What were you saying madam? Your eyes your choice huh? May I know why did you lowered your gaze then? Don't you want to look now?"}
But then this idiot pulled back and I was almost about to fall when he held my arm with a jerk saving me from falling down.
"Seems like you were liking it no?" He whispered near my ear and I shivered while the goosebumps were visible on my skin.
"Mam! What would you like?" We heard a woman who seemed to be working in the mall asking me.
"Him!" I said making him look at me with wide eyes without even realising what I said and why I said that..f"ck Chahat! Now he is going to tease you again. God! Please save me.
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