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two ~ a mess

~ Hania ~

"Unbelievable! You're telling that you don't like panipuri from the streets just because you think that they're unhygienic? " I asked as I shook my head at the absolute snobby vibes Aryan was giving off.

" Sorry, but I'd rather not risk permanent diarrhea and end up catching some fatal disease. So, thank you. " Aryan shrugged with a slight grin.

" The next thing you're going to tell me is that you spend countless hours trying to get a ball inside a freaking hole and then feel all sorts of masculine satisfaction when you succeed. " I said and rolled my eyes.

Aryan laughed out loud with my inscription. I watched the way the corner of his eyes crinkled up, and the sight was wonderful. 

I'm really being over the top. God! Get a grip over yourself Hania!

" It's called Golf, by the way. And no, I don't play it. I'm more into cricket. " Aryan emphasized.

" Cricket? What did you play in a local club or something? " I asked raising my eyebrow at him.

" Umm, we own a cricket team. The Kolkata Team. " Aryan hesitated a bit before speaking.

Kolkata Team? What? Didn't Shah Rukh Khan and Juhi Chawla owned that team? 

" Wait, Aryan. What? What's your last name? " I asked as I slowly realized where this was going.

" Khan. Hi, I'm Aryan Khan. " Aryan sheepishly said with a small laugh.

I almost gagged at my very own words. I've just been a sarcastic little bitch to Aryan freaking Khan!

Well, being in the Indian Media, I've heard of him almost every day. Since celeb media is not my medium, hence I'm not really familiar with Bollywood celebrities and famous personalities. However, I did hear about him and his family.

And to think that I've just been having the tensest and lustful encounter with him is just insane! 

Thus, composing myself I quickly apologized.

" Oh My God! I'm so sorry. I don't follow the movies and entertainment much, I sincerely hope I haven't offended you--- " I was cut off short as the plane jerked down almost violently and I was literally thrown to my left right onto Aryan. 

Shocked at the sudden changes of movement I clung onto Aryan's upper arm and closed my eyes. The plane would not stop jerking and I squeezed his arm as though my life depended on it. I felt his hands wrap around my back and hold me properly. 

Thus, breathing in his almost addictive and intoxicating scent, I tried to compose myself. 

" Hey, you're alright love. Breath in. Breathe out. It's just some bad turbulence. " Aryan whispered in my ear.

I felt his fingers stroke my hair and I felt like being closer t him. Quickly all the small touches here and there became individual, and I felt too hot and worked up all of a sudden.

Shit! Shit! Shit! 

I just realized what it just looked like. I've just completely let myself wrap around a complete stranger's arms. I could feel my face become red due to the embarrassment. Thus, I pulled back quickly.

" I'm so sorry. Umm. I wasn't expecting that like that--- " I was cut off by him.

" Hey, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I enjoyed it more than I should actually have. " Aryan said looking the other side.

A blush spread across my cheeks, and I quickly muttered a feeble sorry.

It's a mess.

I muttered to myself.

At the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport.

I managed to avoid Aryan while making it through immigration. I kind of literally speed-walked my way through the airport. 

I need to clear my head, and when he is around that seems mostly impossible. 

Come on, Hania. Get a grip on yourself. Stop being so ridiculous. He is just a guy.

I scolded myself and uttered some curses. Yes, I know he is probably the most charming and attractive male I have ever met. Also, he makes me weak in the knees, and I do not need this right now. 

He is probably going to forget me in the blink of an eye, and I'm pretty sure that we are never going to cross paths again. 

Yes! That is exactly what's going to happen!

Thus, I used my Uber app and called a cab. I got into the cab and made my way back to the apartment. The apartment which I shared with my college best friend, Radhika. 

Letting out a sigh, I pressed my head against the cold window of the cab. Praying that the thoughts of Aryan Khan leave me as soon as possible.

This was the second part, guys. 

I really hope you enjoyed it! 

I'll try to update the next soon <3