𝐀𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 ❣︎𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠❣︎

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She's feeling edgy with his constant stare. His steel eyes made her feel things she wouldn't like to admit at all. She was clearly uncomfortable as this was first time she was going alone with him. His attractive looks were already a big torture for her poor heart and now his intense gaze made her nervous ten folds.

"Aap ghurna band karenge." Tired of his constant gaze she finally looked at him with rage and said in a low irritated voice. Her face was red from anger.

Ibrahim fought the urge to kiss her pink cheeks as he knew she would not like it. He's a serious man with no nonsense attitude however he loved to tease her.
" your face says otherwise you know. Waise...larkiyan meri attention pane  ke liye marti hain. Tum khush kismet ho ki mai tumhe importance de rha hun." Her comment made his lips curled up in a smirk as he replied with a lopsided grin with his eyes on the road. He was enjoying her feisty ness, the way she would scrunched up her tiny nose at him when she's angry made her even more sexy. Of course he's not someone who would talk without arrogance in his tone. He's an arrogant egoistic jerk with zero manners and he knew it too well.

"Nhi banna mujhe khush kismet. aap apni nigahein aur flirting un larkiyon ke liye bacha kar rakhein jo aap par marti hain kyonki mai un larkiyon me se nhi hun." Sayra glanced his way for a second and replied bitterly. She couldn't hide the bitterness in her tone, her jealousy is its on peak. His shameless comment made her furious because of how openly he was saying about other girls in front of her.

"Haan yeh toh mujhe pta hai ke tum alag ho." He murmured under his breath with a serious look on his face.

"Kuch kaha aapne." She looked confused.

"Haan na yahi ki tum aaj badi hot lag rhi ho is dress me." He eyed her shamelessly with a smirk who glared at him in return and huffed with a angry look on her face. Ibrahim loved to rile her up. His playful behavior around her is a great shock for him also. He felt himself a whole new person whenever he's around her and it's quite refreshing. He knew she's different from the girls he had dated before. They were all show off and fake. They would do anything to grab his attention because he has looks and money.

"Besharam, zara bhi tameez nhi ki larki ke sath kis tarike se pesh aana chahiye." Muttering under her breath she continued angrily. "Aap ko agar bakwas hi karni hai toh mujhe utar dein, mai khud chali jaungi."

"Aadhe raste me chorna meri fitrat me nhi hai." He drawled darkly with his eyes trailed on the busy road.

"Aap shayad bhul rhe hain ki aapne mujhe nikaah ke baad hi chor diya tha. Aapke liye raste me chorna kaunsi badi baat.........." Before she could continued further the car stopped with a screeched and her head dashed into the car's dashboard making her hiss in pain. Sayra yelped painfully and placed her right hand on her forehead where she could feel a small bump.

"Sorry wo achanak se ek billi aa gyi thi isliye....dikhao tumhe jyada lgi toh nhi." He lifted her hand and swore loudly while looking at the small injury in her forehead. "Pagal ho kya. Aqal kya ghutno me hai tumhare. Bewkoof seat belt nhi laga sakti thi." Ibrahim held her chin and examined her forehead. His facial expression tensed when he carefully held her face in between the heel of his palms . His whole attention was on the small wound. He had not realized it but he had come close to her, in her personal space.  She turned stiff at his close proximity but relaxed after some time. He was also scolding her for her forgetfulness and Sayra felt a deep pull in her chest hearing his panicked voice. He was scolding her just like her aba, when she would injured herself. Her aba always cared for her well-being. She was missing him terribly when Ibrahim scolded her. Just the thoughts of her beloved aba made her eyes water. Few drops of salty tears dropped from her eyes. He saw her tear filled eyes and asked her if she was feeling too much pain they would go to  hospital first but she denied softly with a shake of her head.