Osman's lips parted as Isha walked out in a pink kameez with white minimal flowers on it with a solid coloured matching plazo.
A dubatta having same pattern like her kameez was draped in her one shoulder while she was fixing the other end before she draped it over her other shoulder blade.
Her matching khussas that she always had on, he noted, added a an orignal look to her out outfit.
Her hair was half tied with a bow that held her hair while her curtain bangs framed her face. She wore simple silver jhumkis with a bunch of bangles just on her right hand.
'She does look beautiful, if she causes no trouble' the lost guy in matching pink shirt agreed.She raised her head with a slight hair flip. Her steps fasted as she approached him basically dragging him to his own car. This was when he heard a small crack, breaking from his trance.
"Hello...?" Osman spoke halting his dragged step making the young and apparently 'in a rush' lady stop too.
"Jaldi karien. Phupho aane wali hain! Agr unhone dekh lia tou syappa hojae ga!" Isha brought her hand to drag him.
"Pr aunty, uncle ko salam tou-" Osman was cut off.
"Amma aur dadu ka hi order hai! Jldi baithien ab." Isha spoke looking here and there as if Bisma phupho might pop out of no where.
She dragged him to his car while the poor man looked like he missed the script.
Between the inhuman dragging, Isha suddenly stopped and turned to look at Osman briefly but closely. She had to make sure her eyes weren't fooling her at what Osman was wearing.She then turned and continued to drag him but with a small smile which clearly went unnoticed by him.
Osman sat in the driver seat while Isha sat on the passenger seat beside him.
Silence filled the car as Osman started the car and slowly drived out the street to main road.
"Where?" Osman cleared his throat before breaking the silence.
"Umm.. I don't know. Do you have a place in mind?" Isha had her funger placed in her as she looked up as if thinking deeply.
"Jb sb kuch decide krlia tha tou yeh bhi krleti." Osman mumbled rather loudly sarcastically, which he instantly regretted,having that triggered Isha's warrior mode.
She liked sassy guys but this man was just being a princess now! She needed to tame him."Excuse me!? Why are you acting like I forced you and all huh?!" Isha turned to him , her hands were fisted as they rested on the side if her hips.
"Well, isn't it like this. Clearly?!" Osman's answer came out as an exclaim making Isha scoff.
"Look at your two faced self! Such a liar!" She pointed her finger at him making him gasp dramatically because of the accuse.
His gaze shifted between her and the road but he still continued the argument. He wasn't planning on losing this one.
"I'm a liar?! Says the one who lied about all that shopping you did with MY card to her mother!" Osman rather exclaimed.
Now the car came to halt at the red light on the signal with countdown showing.
This gave Osman a chance to turn towards her and argue fairly.
"So?! You were the one who kept the lie!You could have told her the truth! It's not my fault you didn't!" Isha exclaimed back.
Her lips were into a pout with her eyes slightly narrowed hands now crossed over her chest, something she did alot while arguing, he noted.
Before he could come up with a reply, she spoke again.
"And it's not me who took permission from my Amma for the date while denying the entire time AND wore a matching shirt because I said so!? So stop the act ,will you?!" Isha pointed her finger at him as she said it all in one breath, almost like a rap.
"N-no...I-" his words were cut off by a honk behind him which made him look at front realising the signal had turned green.
Dingdingding! The battle is won by Miss Isha defeating Mr Osman by an amazing rap like defend! Congratulations.
He drove the car silently while Isha stole glances at him with a small smile.
Noticing those glances Osman fixed his shirt with his free hand that rested on the gear shift.
"Well, it looks good. You'll get lots of compliments on it." Isha genuinely spoke with a hint of tease in her words.
"As if." He mumbled with a small scoff.
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Osman brought Isha to her favourite restaurant,as she didn't like his choice.
They sat at the corner near the window with the view of the busy road with the clear dark sky embellished with small stars.
They sat in front of each other as the waiter approached them handing them two menus. One menu each.
"So ,what do you wanna have?" Osman looked raised his head to look at her after having a breif look at the menu.
"Umm...I'll have the pizza, pasta-and oh! I heard there korean style sandwich is really good, so I'll have that too." Isha looked at the menu,flipping the pages, examining them very carefully.
"Ok..?" Osman replied giving her a look. She definitely knew he was judging her for ordering too much food. But- aye! You just live once you know?.
"I'll have the steak" Osman didn't even flip through the menu before deciding.
"Its an italian restaurant. You'll order steak here?" Now Isha was judging him.
"Yea. I've got my stables." Osman shrugged.
"Or you're just a picky eater. You probably liked chicken wings and fries when you were little huh?" Isha pointed out with a small chuckle at the thought.
"...." No words were needed as the guy's silence spoke for itself.
"..." Isha gave him an 'are you serious' look before looking away with a 'wow' expression. Not in a good way tho.
Osman called the waiter ordering the food. The waiter went away leaving the two again.
The whole time Isha kept talking. Well not quite surprising. But what gave the shocker was that Osman was actually intrested.
"Haan! And akhir mein I caught her with that girl's bf!-" Osman gasped at Isha's words which was cut off by the waiter clearing his throat.
The waiter placed the ordered dishes before dismissing himself.
The couple ate thier dinner with Isha talking continuously while judging Osman's tasteless taste. But no way she's gonna let him enjoy his tasteless steak at peace.
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