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I doubt if he's Spanish. His upbringing is purely Indian. The way he warded off the evil eyes made my heart flutter. Even I didn't know about that thing, but he does.
Even back in the car, I was overwhelmed when he put those roses on my bun. I was watching in the mirror and saw him placing the roses while admiring my hair.
Why do I feel he already likes me? Well, in that case, I also like him. And our vibe—oh god, I didn't know he listens to Falguni Pathak.
Agar banda itna perfect ho toh kya hi aur chahiye.
He parked the car in the lot and came to my side to open the door for me. I took the purse and phone in my hand and climbed out of the car.
“Thank you,” I said, turning to him and noticing his tie wasn't fixed properly. Without warning, I went closer and started fixing his tie.
After fixing it, when I looked up at him, I saw him already glaring at me.
Ye banda mujhe esse dekhega toh mai pighal kai road pe mil jaungi...
“Done,” I whispered, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Thank you, madam,” he winked at me, and I saw his eyes move to somewhere behind me.
I turned back to see Rida standing there, fuming with anger. She was wearing a lehenga, but it looked more like a bikini lehenga. Her silicone boobs were on display, and she draped the dupatta in a seductive way.
Is behen ki pakodi ka muh na nochlu mai. Agar isne mere Ivey ko seduce krne ka socha, iske lehenge ke sath sath isko bhi aag laga dungi.
I saw Srija coming in my direction. “Ri, how did you come?” she asked, looking at Ivey.
“She came with me,” Ivey replied before I could speak.
Srija just gave him a smile. Seeing that made me feel acidity in my stomach.
Ye Ivey mere zindagi mein ane ke baad kuch jyada hi acidity horha hai.
“Well, Ri, I'm going. See you soon inside and yes, before coming, please collect the gift from the back of our car,” she said, gesturing to their car.
“Okay. See ya,” I said, heading to their car to collect the gift. Rida was standing there, not moving an inch.
Ab ye chudail kya karne wali hai, Mahadev hi jane.
Holding the gift in my hand, I moved back and saw someone closing the door, trapping half of my dupatta inside it. I looked back to see it was Rida who was already giving me her shitty evil smirk. That bitch.
