Aahana Shah, the daughter of a famous actress, is a girl who's very focused towards her studies and doesn't believe in love. But will she be able to resist Krish Mehta?
Krish Mehta, the bad boy, who's parents aren't supportive and want him to be the...
She has been following me since I was eighteen. I had no option but to take her to dinner. I'm being forced by my mother to do so. . . She's sitting right in front of me. I'm still waiting for her to open her fucking mouth to talk rather than to eat. My palm was on my cheek and I was muttering to myself- "When will this hour get over and I'll be free to walk out of this fucking restaurant?"
"Did you say something?" She said while moving the manchurian ball from one cheek to another.
"Did you hear something?" I grilled back while taking a look on my phone just to see a message pop up-
TEXT MESSAGE
MOM: I hope you're not hanging out somewhere else, I didn't ask to.
ME: I'm where I'm supposed to be.
MOM: I don't trust you.
ME: Too bad.
(I send a picture to her)
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MOM: Good. I hope you're wearing something decent rather than black.
ME: You wish.
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(Krish's outfit) "Who are you talking to?" She pulled her ass one centimeter above the chair to peek into my phone curiously.
"My girlfriend." I said coolly.
"Krishii!! How can you talk to someone else when this angel herself is sitting her?"
"I don't see any angel here." I may sound gravelling.
She thinks she looks good with that pink dress which barely covers her skin
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