TWENTY SIX.

17. Quasi Date.

"yeah mom I am about to get on my flight" the young lady said who took long strides towards the flight entry...

She had nigh sunglasses and almost no ken Can see her face properly

There was a big line.... She walked passed the big line towards the VIP check in area.

"aishhh mom, I already said I am not interested." she said with a small winning smile.

"you are already 25. You should get married. I married your father when I was 19 and your grandmother got married at 14..look at you, just dates men." the woman on the other side complained.

"mom... I can't marry a man I just met...heck I didnt even meet him yet." the lady said jokingly.

"y/n... You don't have a choice... You marriage has been fixed by your father... This marriage was a promise made even before you were born... This can't be broken." the lady said.

The young lady rolled her eyes... And sighs... " then don't call me aish... " she said pulling her phone from her ears.

" y/n.....daughter list-" the phone was cut before the other person could speak.

" she spoiled my mood." she sighed while putting her phone inside her purse... And ruffled her hair. Carrying her gradient duffle bag that had mosaic plates on it, she wore a white t-shirt that was tucked in her baby pink pants and her baby pink shrug over it.

Long black hairs with blond highlights. Those black sunglasses which made her face unrecognisable, along with a mask.

She smiled at the airport security after lowering her mask and the man blushed as they checked her passport and ticket and let her in.

She walked through the passenger boarding bridge and made it to her plane where she got created by the air hostess.

She was in a bad mood but still smiled to the people around.

She entered her flight and after checking her ticket took the corner most seat on the business class section and made herself comfortable after putting her duffle bag in the cabin storage.

She took a deep sigh as she took off her shoes and sat down with her legs crossed. Taking out her headphones she put it on and closed her eyes while listening to the songs... And her phone on her lap while she tapped her right hand and foot to the rhythm.

When she felt a presence next to her, she automatically turned to the side to be met with a man in a costly royal blue suit and broooo...

Y/n pov....

He was FINE.

Then I realised I probably have seen him somewhere... Was it a magazine or something....he was some rich ass... The chairman of some empire or something.

But for a 11 hours long flight why is he so uncomfortably dressed.

He was instructing something to few people and they looked like his bodyguard.

I just noticed... No one was seeing on any seat next to us.

1 seat each from every side.... Was empty...

If he really cares about the security why is he sitting next to me.

Does he have so much confidence that I wouldn't be an assassin to kill him.

He surely is some big personality, so much security for what.

After talking to them he turned to me.

And

smirked at me.

What the fuck.
I was in utter shock..