Amaya's POV
When he said that word 'errotic', I got froze for a second, realising the fact that what he just said. After that a sudden sort of anger came in me that I wanted to push him off his car.
" Sharam nhi aati tumhe mujhse iss tarah ki baatein krne me?"
( Aren't you ashame while talking like that with me?)"Tumne jo bola maine bas uska answer kiya okh"
With that he positioned himself for driving but I grabbed his hand.
( I just gave you a reply to what you just said.)" Mai na achee se samjhti hu tumhare kehne ka kya mtlb tha okh so don't be so oversmart infront of me-"
I was about to complete my sentence but my gaze fell at the flower shop through his window.
(I know very well what you were trying to say ok so don't be so oversmart infront of me -)Without saying anything I went out of the car ignoring his words.
Ibrahim's POV
I saw she started getting off the car. I followed her but she grabbed my hand and dragged me towards a flower shop.
"Care to explain what are we doing here and also-"
I indicated at my hand which she was holding so far. She left it as soon as she realised that.She went inside the store and I decided to go with her because I can't just leave her alone in a strange city.
Well I actually did it yesterday only when I kicked her out of my house knowing damn well she was new in Delhi and today I'm concerned about her. Strangeeee.When we got inside, she ran towards a stargazers bouquet. That was looking cute I guess.
"Hello sir, Hello mam. How may I help you?"
A young girl approached us. She looked like a teenager." How much this bouquet costs?"
She asked the florist while holding the bouquet.
Most of the time we spent together was bickering and bickering only but in those little moments I think I got to know one thing about her that she loves flowers."It's only three thousand and five hundred mam."
"Itna mehanga?"
She had a wide mouth and wide eyes. She started bargaining with the florist when my gaze fell at the roses kept there. Somehow it reminded me of yesterday when she was wearing that rose on her bun, which I kept with me for God knows why.
( Why so expensive?)"Delhi me bhi loot machi hui hai, thoda to discount do."
( Even in Delhi things are so expensive, give me some discount atleast)"We will buy it."
When I said that, she looked at me as if I said something wrong."Tum kyu lene lage ye?"
(Why are you buying it?)"Because you want it and I don't want you to bargain here that's why."
I said simply because ofcourse I have a well reputed image which she is ruining here by bargaining."No thanks. Maine bola tumhe help krne?
To mere saamne zada great banne ka try mt kro and if you are thinking this can impress me then you are totally wrong here."
(Did I tell you you to do that? Then don't try to be so great infront of me and if you are thinking this can impress me then you are totally wrong)"I was just saying for the sake of humanity and what do you think of yourself? Mujhe koi shauk nhi hai tumhe impress krne ka okh."
This girl have to think only the bad side of anything or anyone. I just can't stand her.
( I have no interest in impressing you)"Bhaad me jaao, mera mood mt kharab kro"
With that she gave all her attention to the florist. I swear if it was a guy then I would have punched him but only Allah knows how I'm controlling myself right now.
( Go to hell and don't spoil my mood)
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Romance❀° ┄──────╮ 𝒟𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺. ╰──────┄ °❀ Ibrahim Alaamah who is a pure Muslim guy. A man of his words, well mannered, a bi...