"Wait, what? You are one of the richest men in New York," she said. Is this girl for real? I told my whole life story, and she only heard that I am one of the richest men in New York, I thought.
"Are you being serious right now? I told my whole damn story, and you only heard this?" I said.
"No, no, you are getting me wrong, but it's like I have heard many people tell their life stories, but yours was the best. I mean, didn't you get anything else? You made yourself the richest man in New York. Come on, dude, if you are the richest man, then I am Queen Victoria," she said.
"She died years ago," I said.
"It was sarcasm, dude," she said.
"Do you think I am joking?" I asked seriously.
"What is there to think? You are joking," she exclaimed.
I sighed. "Why do you think I am joking? Don't I have anything else to do?"
"Well, that's true. Whenever I saw you, you were chilling, and now out of nowhere, you are saying that you are the richest man and want me to believe it. Huh, I look like a fool to you," she said.
I just looked at her, and after a few seconds, I sighed and took out my phone. "Give me your Instagram ID."
"Why, what are you going to do?" she said.
"Aree, just tell me," I said.
"No, I am not telling you," she said, folding her arms across her chest.
This girl! I opened my ID and showed it to her. Her eyes went wide as if she was shocked. I smirked, but she started laughing. My expression changed.
"Why is she laughing?" I thought. "What happened?" I asked.
"Oh man, seriously, do you think this blue tick and followers will fool me? Anyone can buy it nowadays," she said.
"Did you hurt your head as a child?" I asked.
"Yes, I fell down the stairs once," she said.
"Poor thing, if you had been treated then, you would be fine now," I said dramatically.
"Oh, shut up. I am not going to believe this nonsense," she said.
"Fine!! Do you have a phone?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied.
"Do you have data on it?" I asked again.
"Yes," she replied.
"Do you have Google?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied irritably.
"Good," I said and continued, "open it."
She did. I said, "Search Rocky Singhania." She did, and her expression was worth watching. She scrolled through the screen, and after a few minutes, she looked up at me with shock.
"Yo-you a-are actually the richest person in New York," she said.
I nodded. She shouted loudly, "Aaaaaaaaaaa!"
"What happened?" I asked, panicking.
"Oh my god, that was a scream of happiness," she said.
"Happiness?" I asked, confused.
"Yes, I mean, I am sitting with such a big businessman. Can you believe it?" she said, surprised.
I just chuckled.
"Oh my god, I mean, if I ever have to run away from my wedding, I will run away with you," she said as if she suggested the world's best idea.
"Yes, good idea, but then what about our plan?" I said.
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Romantik[UNDER EDITING] ~Tere aane par jaana maine, Kahi na kahi zinda hun main.~ ⋆ ───────── ⋆ She was BROKEN by the man who was supposed to protect her. He was the man who HEALED wounds he never created. She thought her life ended the night she was raped...
