Obsessed With You ✓

01.

"Yes, Mom... I just landed in India... Yes Mom, yes yes... Yaa, I'll take care of myself, you don't need to worry... Once done, I'll return. I need to call Mr. Prasad, please hung up the call. I love you, Mom." Mallika declined the call with tiredness in her voice.

She had recently working on a film—  started three years ago in India in an abandoned mansion, where they shot the promo and the rest of the shooting was in New York itself so she didn't need to stay far from her birthplace.

Now the director again called her as they were going to end the movie in India.

"Hello, Prasad Sir?" Mallika's voice came from another side while Mr. Prasad received her call.

"Yes, Mallika. We're extremely sorry for waiting you on this chilly night in the street alone. Please wait a minute, I'm sending one of my men to pick you up from there, okay?" She hummed and declined the call, waiting impatiently for the car to arrive.

In the cold night, the atmosphere looked eerily calm as it brought a shiver down her spine as she involuntary tightened the leather jacket around her body.

Some minutes passed as she finally heaved a sigh of relief to see a car coming toward her.

It stood in front of her and as soon as the window rolled down, a guy near his 20s, black suit with a blue Bennie peeked out his head at her as she threw him a questioning look.

It was hard to believe any stranger at this time of night when it was past 9 pm.

She mentally cursed Prasad Sir for his irresponsibility.

"Ma'am, Prasad Sir hires me to take you back to our apartment." By understanding her worry he spoke first to clear her doubts as she nodded curtly before settling comfortably in the passenger seat beside him.

The journey was silent but peaceful, except for him taking a few glances of her in the corner of his eyes. He inhaled a little of the Jasmine scent of her hair which was flowing from the sudden gust of wind, unnoticed by her.

"Umm, are you new here?" Mallika asked looking at his face.

"No, ma'am. I think you didn't notice me before," he replied without breaking the eye contact from the road.

He turned on the radio as the song started playing,

Ek Pyaar Kaa Nagmaa Hai Maujon Ki Ravaani Hai

Zindagi Aur Kuch Bhi Nahi Teri Meri Kahaani Hai

Closing her eyes, astonished at the same time, she praised him through her mind to put on her favourite song which never failed to soothe down her tensed muscles.

"This is my favourite song! How do you know?" She looked at him amused though she knew it was just a mere coincidence.

"Really? Just a guess maybe." he shrugged, focusing on the road again.

She could bet she noticed him smirking.

"By the way, I forgot to ask your name."

"Sumedh. Sumedh D Spencer." he smiled brightly at her.

"You also aren't Indian right?" Her eyes were curious.

"Actually half right. My father was Italian whereas my mother was Indian."

Their random conversation soon got over when the glowing board of their hotel caught their eyes.

"You don't want to know my name?" Mallika asked.

"I know it." He replied casually to which she glanced at him skeptically.

"Uhh... I mean, Prasad Sir already told me.