"Well, there's someone who knows about her," she said in a calm tone and with a slight smile.
"Who?" I stood up immediately and asked instantly, being incredibly curious to know about the woman I had been searching for years.
She smiled at my respon...
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Is this a beautiful dream or reality? The person I had been searching for so long, whom I saw for just a moment yesterday, is now sitting right in front of my eyes today.
Eyes that could kill, a gaze that could make someone faint, a charm that could take your breath away-Rehan Qureshi, what are you?
How did you win me over so easily? I thought I was just obsessed with your eyes, but here I am, having given you my whole heart. What is it about you that captivated me?
He sat on one of the chairs in black suit, legs crossed, one hand resting on the chair, the other holding a drink, his gaze fixed on the stage.
The only regret I have is that I broke his tooth, but if I think about it, it's his own fault. Who told him to look so irresistibly handsome and pull me towards him like that? And when I felt him so close, it's obvious for me get nervous and raise my hand.
But, still, it was my mistake, and I should apologize. So, after asking a waiter for a notebook, I grabbed a pen and started walking towards him. With each step I took towards him, my heart raced more and more.
Before I could get shy again by looking at him, my gaze landed on all the eyes that were fixed on my Rehan, and my hand wanted to shoot every one of those eyes that dared to even look at him.
I don't understand what their problem is- and I don't understand what is wrong with Rehan too. Is this his engagement or his friend's? Why is he dressed up so well? He could have just come in a regular shirt, and I would still have found him handsome!
Controlling my unknown hatred for those people looking at him, and my rapidly increasing heartbeat from just seeing him, I walked up and stood in front of him. Feeling my presence, his gaze shifted from the stage to me, and he didn't blink after seeing me. Right now, his face showed no anger, no hate, but an unknown feeling that I couldn't quite figure out.
One second, two seconds, one minute... he didn't blink, so I moved closer, and his gaze followed my movement. I bent and leaned towards his ear slightly, and still, he didn't blink, while my cheeks began to flush a little.
"Am I that beautiful that you can't even blink, Mr. Rehan?" I whispered softly into his ear and looked up, only to see him giving me death glares now. And here I was, finding him even cuter. Just a moment ago, he wasn't even blinking, and now he has the audacity to give me death glares?
I thought he might say something, but then I remembered-he can't speak! "Jasmine, don't laugh," my heart teased.
"Tell that to my betraying cheeks!" I retorted, because my cheeks were constantly betraying me, and the reason was him.
Before he could take out his phone to type, I stopped him with a gesture and sat in front of him, handing him the notebook.
Rehan looked at the book, then at me, as if to say, "Care to explain?"
