The story of two poles, who don't know each other at all. Meet because of the family but love each other on their own will. Srida Sharma and Anshuman Bansal was a two opposite pole but get attracted by each other but after soo many hard work. Soo, l...
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Sitting in the backseat of the car, we were riding to Banaras to pick up Ahmed Baba. Mr. Aryan was sitting in the passenger seat because Avir Bhai asked him to. I shook off the curse forming on my tongue for him.
"Are you married, Mr. Aryan?" I asked, seeing him look back at me, bewildered. After a few seconds, he slowly shook his head, making me sigh. I rubbed my forehead before looking at him again.
A thought crossed my mind, making me lean forward. "Are you into boys?" As I spoke, his face turned horrified. "No, no. It's fine, I respect your decision, but by any chance, are you into Avir Bhai?" I whispered the last part, aware of the driver next to him.
His face showed disbelief as he shook his head, looking already tired.
'Ab aisa kya puch liya?' I internally questioned, sighing.
(What did I ask now?)
'Sab toh puch liya, ab baki hi kya hai' my subconscious mind chided me, making me glare at her.
(You've already asked everything; what else is there?)
"No, I'm not into boys and definitely not Avir Sir, Ma'am," he almost screamed, making me flinch and gulp. He adjusted his collar and looked outside. Nodding, I busied myself with my phone making sure to not look at him.
'It was an innocent question'
"Then why doesn't he have a girl in his life?" I muttered, shaking the thoughts away. My gaze went outside the window, watching the trees pass by as if running away from me.
Everything is passing as it should; the only thing stuck is me. I'm the one not moving forward.
After long hours, we reached the hotel where Ahmed Baba was staying. The hotel terrace had a helipad, making it easy for us to leave for Mumbai soon. He was already on the terrace. Mr. Aryan, some bodyguards, and I made our way up.
We entered through the back door because ever since the news and tabloids revealed our identity, it spread like wildfire. The media reporters fixated their eagle eyes on the entrance of every Sharma hotel and restaurant, hoping for new information.
It's amusing to see the media standing outside the hotel every day, waiting for news related to the spread rumors. Abhimanya reached out to me after attending a dinner date with Anaya, bringing some news. But, making a good deal out of it, we had already signed an NDA yesterday, thanks to Abhi Bhai.
The elevator door opened on the top floor, and we made our way to the stairs leading to the terrace. Walking to the terrace, the chopper was already set, with Ahmed Baba talking to the security, dressed in a black formal suit.
Turning around, I shook hands with Mr. Aryan, bidding my final goodbye. I started walking to the chopper, nodding at Ahmed Baba as we sat in the chopper. Closing the door, the pilot announced our departure to Mumbai.
