Raste Ishq Ke

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Aisha

I'm hunderd and ten percent sure, there was something dirty in his mind while telling me to come out in robe.

I shrugged and opened the door slowly, to not make any noise. I peak out my head and found non-living staring back at me.

What is he upto??

I flinched seeing two women coming towards me. They both were in..dress like uniform or something. Both of them greeted me while I did the same.

"Ma'am, we're here to get you ready." One of them spoke.

"Get me ready? Is there some event?"

"Uh, we don't know ma'am. We were just told to get you ready." The other said.

I nodded and one of them pointed at the hangers, filled with dresses. When did this came?

"By the way, stop being formal. You can call me by my name." I said casually while looking at the dons of expensive, traditional dresses.

"Um.. N-no no, W-we are okay with calling you "Ma'am""

I looked at her with skeptical look.

"But I want you both to call me as "Aisha" "Ma'am" is awkward"

Both of them exchanged glances with each other. "Mr. Khan will be mad to know this"

"He won't found out."

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I looked at mirror for one last time. Dressed in red saree with golden touch and golden makeup, hairs tied in a bun and with golden heels, I was looking so ethereal and beautiful.

I leave my phone on bed and walked downstairs and saw him standing in living room, leaning against the wall and one hand in pocket while other was busy typing something on his phone.

Whom he's talking at this hour??

Why do I care, talk to the whole world whenever he wants.

I walked further down the stairs and as if to the sound of heels, he look up.

Wait..what?? DID I JUST SAW HIS CHEEKS TURNING PINK??? AM I HALLUCINATING?

A dimpled appeared on his left cheek and I've to accept that he kinda look handsome while smiling als- What the hell am I thinking.

I walked towards him and crossed my arms while standing in front of him. I wish I had long height so he couldn't tower me.

"You look like a fairy, Aisha." He leaned forward to, I suppose, held my waist but I moved back the instant.

"Why this?" I asked in as possible cold tone.

Even though, I was at good distance, he held my waist and pulled my towards him in just moments that it took me a moment to process everything.

I attempted to remove his hand but his grip got tighter by each try and I stopped cause I didn't wanted my skin to be bruised.

What the hell is wrong with him?

"You know it was your first time in my, now ours, house. I wanted to make it special. Come, let's have dinner." He advanced towards dinning area with his hand still on my waist. I was almost running to match my pace with his.

Disadvantages of short legs!

I rolled my eyes.

"Aisha, do you want that lesson again?"

"Ayein?"

I think I'll have to order another brain to understand him.

"You forgot what I told. you. about. rolling. your. eyes. at. me?"