"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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