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07. Protests
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@kaykaya playing dumb whilst knowing everything
"What the fuck are you doing here han??" The utter anger in his voice made Kaya squeal louder than the tight hold of his hand over her thin wrist did. She felt calm and mad at the same time; calm because she knew it was him, and mad because no one, not even him had the right to hold her so cruelly.
She breathed, slowly opening her eyes to look up at him to only find him glare down at her completely enraged.
Kaya wanted to deny but for the very first time she felt intimidated by him.
She remembered it was absolutely okay a few seconds ago when she was walking down the crowded road, busy readjusting the lens of her camera hanging around her neck, not paying attention on the army of men marching towards her in business suits until one of them improperly pulled her into a corner. She swore she would have slapped immediately had she not recognized it was him, his touch, and his obnoxious voice.
"I told you to stay away, didn't I?" Aryan gritted his teeth at Kaya, seething. She winced as his touch got rougher and raw. She could not fathom what was wrong and why out of everything in the world she was his object of resentment.
"No, you didn't Aryan." She feebly argued. She did not know what he was talking about but more than that Kaya couldn't believe she was being such a pussy in front of him.
Aryan huffed at her reply, with his features grimacing. It seemed as if he had no energy to deal with her but at the same time he could not leave her alone, not here, not right now. "Get rid of these reporters please." He commanded his men instead and Kaya noticed a bunch of media teams behind the queue of his bodyguards.
He had eventually let go her arm and it was red. She was literally burning in wrath but she could not figure out what was up.
"Sit in the car in a second when it arrives and use your muffler to cover up your face."
"Excuse me?" Kaya objected when Aryan slided in another order of his. She hadn't even noted that he was standing with his back against the journalists as a barrier to keep her identity concealed but she was only grateful about it because becoming a television face was one of the worst things that could happen to her right now. She had kept everything private about her self and she liked it and she didn't want to change anything about it by being spotted with the youngest the most attractive politicain in the country. She had googled him and she had seen women drool over him, and men too because he had the most talked about political acumen in the country. The State general elections had only spiced things up for him.
