Tonight he is feeling surreal. A mission was accomplished, a privilege was attained and a secret was nurtured to see its revelation in the best form. He nudged the bedroom door and his eyes were delightful seeing someone whose presence here made him...
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Andaleeb shot him and annoyed him as they stopped by an ATM to retrieve cash from her card because she was supposed to rent a separate room for this insufferable prick in her hotel for a night. He made sure that once the sun would emerge on the sky, his help would arrive anytime soon. But he couldn't risk prowling around with a fresh wound.
She didn't know who he was still. He wouldn't tell her unless she would give him a refugee. Right now, she had the least interest in knowing him and his background. For her, only one thing mattered and that was getting rid of him without any danger. Her sister should also not know anything that happened or she would be in doom really.
Andaleeb had surely learned her lesson not to talk to any stranger out of any logic or need.
This weird stranger was now grating on her nerves as he stood a few steps behind her when she was collecting the cash. In a black overcoat, he still gave mysterious vibes. His eyebrows were knitted and his jaw was clenched as he kept looking around.
"It's done!" She announced, plopping the money in her pocket.
"Thank God, you did it eventually." He put extra stress on the did word and she glared at him. "Shall we go? I don't want to get caught in waiting for your gorgeous fingers to move fast over the ATM."
Andaleeb raised a brow as now they were walking side by side. "You should stop hitting on me. I won't be impressed."
"These compliments are coming on their own way, Andi. You are the most gorgeous woman I ever saw," he told her, with a sharp curl of his lips.
She pressed her lips together. "Hey. Don't call me Andi. You are a stranger and I never allowed strangers to call me by my nickname."
"Who idiot wants to remain a stranger? What if this will be the start of something else? Love in New York kinda?" He smiled slyly.
"Shut the hell up or else I'll hit your head. You have a wound and your tongue is running like an annoying cutter," she uttered, scowling deeply.
"Not a new thing for me," he whispered, looking around the gracious buildings nearby.
"What's your name?" She asked him, after a prolonged silence between them.
As far as Andaleeb could guess, her hotel was just nearby now. She wished Daneen wouldn't be back now or else she wouldn't see her with this man.
"First rescue then questions."
She stomped on his foot and here he hissed. "First answer then everything else. What's your damn name and how can you speak Urdu?"
Instead of showing any sign of pain, he grinned. "First time saw a girl cussing. You are different, Andaleeb." He used her full name and she was amazed he really listened to her.
