INTO YOU | A desi love story

what the hell?

Aashna's POV :

It takes everything in me not to grab Aryan's face and kiss him. 

But I'm a strong woman and I won't do it. I didn't want this marriage, I don't like Aryan. I don't want to do this.

Or so, I say to myself.

Fuck this. 

I'm not kissing him. No, not at all, nahi.

I stare deep into his eyes challenging him to grip my chin harder and kiss me. 

I do not trust myself to react as if I hated it because I very well know I won't.

What the hell ?

He smirks at me and lets me go. Aryan starts walking towards the car again as I stand rooted to one place.

What the hell just happened?

That bastard.

I let out a silent sigh and start following him, slowly reaching up to him.

I am mad that he didn't kiss me because yes fuck it I agree that I was anticipating it.

But I don't let him understand that. I just keep my head down and I check my company emails.

I have to get back to work early tomorrow. I'll never know peace at this rate. Not at home, not at work and definitely not with this man.

As soon I turn off my phone and keep it in my pocket, Aryan holds my hand. He tries to be very subtle and secretive about it.

I stop myself from letting out a laugh. Why is being secretive with me when he's holding my hand? He's so weird yet so adorable.

Stop Aashna. No.

I glance at Aryan only to see him smiling. That damned smile. He doesn't smile often, maybe not with me, but my heartbeats quicken every time I see the smile.

I force myself to look away but I can't. He's a magnet, pulling me towards him.

His smile prompts me to smile a little too. It's that contagious.

My man is so cute.

My man? What the fuck.

All along the way, we shared a comfortable silence. I liked it, but that only urged more loveable thoughts in my brain about him.

I push the thoughts out of my brain as we reach to the car. He opens the car door for me before I can. He even puts the seatbelt for me, as I sit in the passenger seat.

I mumble a quick 'thank you' with a smile as he gets in the driver seat. 

He looks at me and then smiles again, that adorable smile of him. 

God I wish I could make him smile forever like that.

I love that smile.

"Hamesha haste hi rahoge ya baat bhi karloge kabhi?" I ask teasing him.

"Par mujhe toh lagta hai ki tumhe meri smile mere awaaz se zyada pasand hai," he replies smugly.

"Galat fehmi hui hai, bahar aajao usse" 

"Sach manlo, chaand. Issi hasi se toh dil pighal raha hai tumhara."

"Nahi."

"Sabka pighla hai, tumhara kyu nahi?"

"Sabka? Who are all these people?"

"Family aur doston ki baat kar raha tha. Itna jealous mat bano. Tum hi meri biwi ho, aur koi nahi."