𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦-𝐄-𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪

|𝟏𝟎| 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

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Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel.
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"Zain beta, I promise. This is the last time I'm setting up a blind date for you just meet her once for your Kuku hm?"

Now you must be wondering who's Kuku right? It's my dadi jaan. I named her Kuku when I was just 6 years old. I'm gradually the closest with her only, usually I don't talk much nor I interact with the other family members as much as her, she is the balm to my wounds, the wounds I don't spill out my chest but it's there haunting me every minute....anyways.

Kuku's voice keeps ringing in my head since last night. She is always nagging me to go on blind dates, trying to set me up with every available woman she knows. She's convinced that I need to find a nice, eligible woman to settle down with, and she's convinced that blind dates are the best way to do it. I always resist, of course, but she's relentless in her matchmaking efforts.

I let out a heavy sigh followed by loosening my tie, I leaned back on my chair as I rub my palm against my face in vexation.

"Omgg! Mr. Khan-"

An overly high pitched voice came to my ears which is equally galling and at the moment I don't bother to know who it is.

"Leave." I grunted my voice stern and clear.

"Mr. Khan I-"

"I. Said. Leave."

I cautioned my voice flat with exasperation, It took every ounce of my willpower to not raise my voice at whom it may concern.

The figure was still standing infront of me like a statue, I clenched my fist and finally lifted my gaze at that being to espy non other that Ms. Kinky—The phenomenal pain in my ass.

I elevated a brow wholly roused by her uncanny behaviour while she swallowed before at last being able to occupy my words and left from there in a flash.

Turtle brain takes time to process either ways.