ROYAL HIGHNESS

14.Self respect

[A. N : sorry for the delay guys. Most awaited chapter is finally here. Longest chapter I. E, 17 k words. Enjoy!]

Ovie's POV,

"TUM?! Phir se nahi!!" (YOU?! Not again!!) We both said simultaneously.

I bit my lower lip in both embarrassment and a bit of fear as he advanced towards me holding my broken sandal in his hand.

"Tum.... " (You...) I trailed off.

"Y-y-ye ye band karo t-tum. Darti nahi hu main tumse!!" (Stop t-t-this y-you. I am not afraid of you!!) I managed to stutter out. Even though I said that I was not afraid, I was actually shit scared. I always tend to talk too much whenever I got afraid of something or someone.

"Aur ye kya tum mere peeche peeche ate ho? Jab se meri zindagi mein aye ho sirf mere hi aaghe peeche tapakte rehte ho! Tumhe koi kaam dhanda nahi hai karne ko?" (And what is with you following me around everywhere? Since the time I met you, you always pop out out of nowhere where I would have least expected! Don't you have any work or business to do?) I said and stepped forward gathering my remaining courage. I started to continue my blabberings as I saw his face reddening in anger. But I continued my non sensical talk nonetheless without a care in the world. Because I just couldn't help it. It was like my talk function activated on its own as I was very scared of the man standing in front of me.

"Tum jaante nahi kaun hu main! Ek baar police pe complaint kar dungi na tab samjhoge." (You don't know who I am! If I gave a complaint to police, then you would understand.) I just blurted out some empty threats that came to my mind right now. But I had a feeling that my empty threats weren't going to work on him. Then suddenly he grabbed my waist and put his finger on my mouth to shut me up. I was once again lost in dark brown orbs. They were deep like an ocean attracting me towards them. I don't know if it was my imagination or something, but I actually felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach. You know, like that feeling that would be mentioned in romance novels.

'Ye insaan..sorry... I mean Dracula. Kitni haseen hai yaar iski aankhein. Aise lagte hai ki bas inhe hi dekhti reh jau main. Aur iske eyelashes... Uff... Omg... Kyu yaar bhagwaan ji?...Isko kyu diya aisi pyaari aur khoobsurat lashes aur mujhe kyu nahi? Naa insaafi ki bhi hadd hai! Jao aap... Mujhe aapse baat nhi karna.' (This man... Sorry... I mean Dracula. How lovely his eyes are. I feel like I can just keep looking at them all day. And his eyelashes... Ooh... Omg... Why god? Just why? Why did you give this man such pretty and beautiful lashes and why didn't you give me? There is no limit to the injustice! Just go.. I don't want to talk to you.') I thought in my head while looking at him dreamily. I was still admiring His facial features when my eyes bore into His anger filled eyes. That was the moment my mind chose to remind me the situation I was in. His murderous glare brought me back from my la la land.

'Wait a sec.... Ye mujhe aise kyu dekh raha hai? God! Ye kahi mera murder hi naa karde! Main toh aaj bodyguards bhi nahi layi apne saath.' (Wait a sec... Why is he staring at me like that? God! This is my murder, isn't it? By him! I don't even have my bodyguards with me today.) He cleared his throat to drag me out of my thoughts.

"Ms. Aisha, Ms. Aisha?" Wait... He still thinks that my name is Aisha. He must not have heard when the producer called me by my name. As much as I know, he was busy sending fierce glares at me. He suddenly shrugged me off of him while calling me out.
That was when I noticed that I had been standing on his foot. Ouch... I felt sorry for him but my anger resurfaced when I remembered how he pushed me off like some dirt bag.

"Aise kon karta hai yaar!?" (Who does it like this, man!?) I said irritated by his behavior.

"Hadd mat bulo tum. Chup hu iska matlab yeh nahi ki ki bolna nahi aata mujhe!" (Don't forget your limits. If I am not saying anything, it doesn't mean that I don't know how to speak!) He said coldly.