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@kaya pretty little things
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@Kaya Kinj Karaan Taareef Tere Chehre Di Jid'din Da Tera Mukh Vekheya Rooh Hoyi Aa Deewani : my man's pov
Mustafa raised his eyes realizing it was Kaya who was sat on Aryan's chair. He felt strange seeing his best friend so in love, doing things he never imagined he would.
"Boss." He greeted her, saluting to Aryan. "What's up??" Kaya replied, smiling at him. Mustafa noticed that none of the two looked really panicked or stressed after all the drama that had happened.
The media couldn't stop publishing and posting them despite the ruins the State was in. It was so pathetic but the reality was that Aryan and Kaya were what being bought and sold in the country.
Their romance was balancing the anxiety created by the coverage of the calamity, providing relief and much needed entertainment to the audience.
"Ma'am you seem to have done something to him yeah??" Mustafa couldn't help but mention what he felt in his reply.
Honestly, he had never thought any girl could impact and control Aryan so much that it was almost unbelievable to see how Aryan was so unmoved by all the rumors that were spreading like wildfire among the public. He didn't seem to be bothered about his image which was very unlikely of him. There were a lot of critics, some called him too young to be the Chief Minster, some called him too careless and others called him a womanizer and it was all because of Kaya.
"Really??? I don't think so, he is him just that he is in love." Kaya shrugged, reaching out to hold his hand.
"Well, yes, probably. I haven't seen him in love before." He quoted and Kaya wriggled her eyes. She did not understand that Mustafa was coming from a place of bias and dislike.
