To Aarna patel, he was the kind of man she wanted to stay away yet she desired him - dark, tough, extreme, controlling, commanding, and a billionaire.
To jayraj Singh Rathod, she is the kindest and yet most feisty woman he ever met, a ball of spitf...
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Due to the proximity to Mr Rathod here, My heart was racing and I am sure If there was any competition of maximum heartbeats in a minute I would be the winner.
Not just my heart was running but my body was on heat run, It was too hot even when the Air conditioner of the car was on.
From the corner of my eyes I saw, Mr Rathod's face was blank as always but his hand which was holding the steering wheel, actually not holding but clenching the steering wheel proved he was tensed too. He was also feeling the temptation, Well, He could be tensed for other reasons too, but a girl can dream. Right?
I put my hand on his hand which was clenching the steering wheel.
"I don't know about you, but I do not want to die in an accident. So, please take a chill." Well, that was what I said to him and even told to myself but I knew that I wanted to touch his hand, wanted to feel his rough hand.
From tomorrow I will start to dislike him again but for today, let me just be at peace with my feelings. I am attracted to him, and not just some attraction, but an attraction that I have never felt in my life before, and because of that I sometimes go on a guilt trip that why the hell am I attracted to him?
He is selfish, rude, cold as ice, a class as*hole. And there was no answer, just a statement, what Body wants It wants.
In my chain of thoughts, I remembered something,
"Wait, Mr Rathod, What are you doing here? I booked a table for you."
He didn't reply, it irritates me when someone doesn't reply, and I usually speak more when I am irritated,
" Mr Rathod, I am talking to you." "Mr Rathod," " Oo... Mr Rathod." But no no fu*king reply. "Do you even know how many strings I pulled to book a table for you?" I took a deep breath because his ignorance was making me angry.
"I had to call my friend and she had to request her friend to book a table for you Mr Rathod, and you didn't even go there."
I looked at his face but no, no f*cking reaction, but there was slight irritatinge on his face.
"There was no plan for the dinner, was there? You just wanted to trouble me. Right, Mr Rathod? "
The car stopped and when I looked around it stopped in front of my building. He took his phone out and started to type to someone. Well, that was my clue to leave. But but... I opened my mouth, "Mr Rathod, I am waiting for your answers."
Finally, He looked in my direction at least. "I am not answerable to you Miss patel."
When I am angry, outlines of my ears became red, and If I would have looked into a mirror I was sure my ears would be red. " Mr Rathod you are such a ---" My sentence stopped in the air, because there was an index finger on my lips. I could feel the rough skin on my soft lips.
