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Currently I'm lying on my super-comfy bed of my Princess themed bed, thinking, no, over-thinking about the events of today. It was all going nice, actually too nice to believe, & then my fate didn't fail to prove me wrong again!

Yes, how the hell on this earth am I going to have a nice, or even a normal day in my life? My fucking fate always fucks myself off too frantically & too frankly, & than makes fun of my fucked self!

'Woah, is it alliteration???' asked my literature conscious self, & all I want to do is to cry at my own mixed thoughts & feelings!

Yet, even after all these fucking four hours, my heart is racing inside me, thumping loudly, like shouting & telling everyone that I yet get affected by that fucker Vivaan Khurana's touch, & his stupid hug!

'& not to forget that strong sharp & manly perfume directly tingling something down there, that racing beating heart of his all for us, & the masculine chest, those strong arms & how would then feel if they move all over our body &...' & here comes my ever horny subconscious to add fuel to the fire!

Yes, I'm fucking wet at the mere thoughts of his, remembering all those days & nights of us entangled in each other, the moments I yet regret & am thankful of never giving in to me, but yet I'm horny, no, super-horny & wet, so much so that I think I need to change my panties!

I cried out loudly groaning.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" shouted I in between my oh-so loud cries looking up above the cloudy sky from the huge open window, as the monsoons were drenching Mumbai in it's showers.

I came out changing & then started consoling myself, yes that's all that I'm always left to do after every meeting with that Vivaan fucking Khurana!

I shouldn't mind him much, I mean now we are in the same city & as I came to know during lunch with all of them that Dad & his father were very good friends, & now they ate both business & family friends, so I'll get to see more of him!

& this thought tickled my heart in excitement & several giddy, lovey-dovey emotions, & darkened my brain with fear & anger! Here ends my consoling & goes on & on the process of cursing me & him & every being of this universe!

How can I yet feel all these things for him after all he did to me! I always knew he was a bad-news, & those black eyes, they shine extraordinarily, I think he definitely knows sorcery & he uses it most on me, plus that perfect body & that deadly handsome face!

Yes, conform! I'M NOT AT FAULT, IT'S JUST THAT HE IS A WIZARD, NO NO, HE IS A WITCH, ENCHANTING & CRAFTY MY INNOCENT SELF!

Yes Aisha, not our fault! We should just stay away from him, correct!

I smiled at myself! Yes, nothing in my fault!

"Princess Aisha, Nawab Sir is calling you!" spoke a maid, whom I be-friended this morning. But I don't know what's with this bowing, not looking at faces & also this Princess, Nawab Sir, Big Nawab, Younger Nawab, etc, etc, etc...