❞𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐇 [𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧] ✔

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧.

"do dil mil rahe hain
magar chupke chupke"

JANHAVI

I don't know why but I agreed to go with him to the club. The feeling of Ishan ji going there alone made me rather uncomfortable.

I went to the bedroom to change. To be honest, I had no club appropriate dresses, all I had were ethnic dresses. After going through my wardrobe for a while, I found a anarkali which I had bought two years back, but never got the opportunity to wear it because it had a deep neck and the back was laced.

I put on that anarkali,put on some makeup,a pair of heavy jhumka and left my hair open because I would be able to cover my body if anyhow I felt uncomfortable. I was putting on the lipstick when Ishan ji knocked at the door.

"Main andar aau?" he asked.

"Yes I'm done" I replied.

As soon as Ishan ji entered the room, he stood still.

Does my dress look very inappropriate?

He made a eye contact with me in the mirror, and his eyes conveyed something different. It was not annoyance most probably.

As his eyes lingered to my back I realised that I had not laced up the dress.

Shit!!

Ishan ji came closer to me, maintaining an eye contact on the mirror. When he was close enough, "May I?", he asked.

I nodded because I won't be able to tie it up on my own.

As his cold fingers touched my open back, it felt something different. Something I have never felt before.

As he continued to tie the lace, he eyes were fixed on mine, on the mirror.

As he was done, I turned to face him. He was wearing a black velvet shirt, probably Shubman's because I've seen it on his insta post.

"Is.. m..my dress okay?" I asked, stuttering without any reason.

"You look beautiful" he whispered, putting extra effort into pronouncing the word "beautiful," as he gazed admiringly at me.

I couldn't help but blush at his comment.

He's quite a charmer.

"Should we get going?" he asked, looking too flustered.

I nodded and both of us made our way to his car. He got into the driver seat and I opened the door to the passenger seat when he interrupted me.

"Kya huya?" He asked.

"Kya?" I asked, being actually confused.

"Aap peeche kyu baith rahi hain? Did I offend you somehow?"

"Nahi toh? Aise hi..."

He came out of his seat and tugged me to the front seat beside him. After both of us were seated, he started the car.

"You like music?" He asked after a while.

"I love them" I replied honestly.

He turned on the radio.

Itni highfy cars mein bhi radio ka option rehta hai?

But some random ac advertisement was going on so he went on to take out his phone and connect Bluetooth. This is when I noticed that the clock had struck nine.