Even Odds Of Meeting You ✔

Chapter- 4

Anya

"Ow!" The idiot cried as I stomped his foot. Both of us were facing each other at what seemed to be like an abandoned garage. Our hands were tied to a pole, in such a tangled manner that it's strenuous to break free or even move wrists. The dawn had cracked as the light was pouring in through the tiny windows situated high on the walls.

Those men drugged us which made us loose our consciousness. When the next I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting beside Aahan with our heads resting against each other.

Due to prolonged being in the rain last night, I couldn't help a sneeze causing my head to bump into his. This lead him to unfold his morning with a ceaseless squabble.

"Charge extra, eh? Who told you to suggest him ideas from your 'shortcuts to get money' dictionary!" I was exasperated. And bothered. I am not affected by his closeness! I am not affected by his closeness! I chanted like a witc- fairy sure of her magic to do wonders.

With tousled hair and wheatish skin gleaming under the streaks of light, he was a sight for sore eyes. Adorning a frown with bruises here and there on his face, he was exuding innocence and maturity at once.

"Stop referring me as a gold digger." He narrowed his eyes in distaste.

"Why shouldn't I? When papa offered you money, you were ready to leave me." I spat. He tried to move one of his hands, which was pulled back by the ropes, probably to run through his hair. He has a habit of doing that whenever he is frustrated.

"You remember, a year ago you asked me to ask your father for your hand in marriage?" He asked.

"So?"

"Our channel were organising a charity event for an orphanage. I got the chance to interact with your father. So, I went to your hou-palace to invite him as a guest."

"Pronouncing it 'house' is acceptable."

Ignoring me, he continued, "His exact words, 'charity will be sent. Just leave my daughter. I don't want some charity seeking person to marry her.'"

"What did you say then?"

"I said, 'Thanks for the money but I-' before I could speak further your brooding guards came and took me out."

"That's the price one have to pay for being too sarcastic, Aahan." I literally felt sad for him.

"Also, you didn't even clarified anything from me except for a text which says, 'it's over'." He looked so cute being upset.

"But our house helpers had also seen the scene unfold and justified papa's
statement of you being an opportunist." I said to lessen my guilt. He sighed.

"I can't believe we broke up and got kidnapped for lame reasons." I said while shaking my head.

"But why are you running away from marrying that innocent Aman? What's the problem now?" He asked.

"He is not so innocent. I had seen him with some girl at a restaurant and heard him proposing the same girl." I don't know how, but all of a sudden a feeling of contempt had surfaced my mind.

"Oh.....boy!" His eyes widened.

"I even confronted him but he said that I don't have any proof so nobody will believe me. He also said I will have to marry him because he can't risk his business. As you know mine and his father are business partners."

"Hmmm." He wondered as if putting the two and two together.

"Also, how do you know that traitor? As far as I remember, you both never met when you and I...you know were together."

"Long story. Also, Destiny has some other plans." He smirked and I felt my face heat up, causing me to look away. "As for the proof you could have used your pho- NO!" He exclaimed as if some bad realisation dawned on him.

"Hey, move away!" That potbelly of the traitor of my father was standing at some distance from us and were covering his eyes with his hands. I realised how close Aahan and I were sitting and our faces were just inches apart. I quickly put some distance between us.

"Love birds getting cozy, I see. I am going to call your father and will present him with this sweet news." He sweetly said.

"Please don't papa's diabetic." I too replied by coating the words with equal amount of sugar while batting my lashes.

Suddenly, the potbelly turned sour. I tried to ignore him but a scream made it's way up my throat as the man came towards Aahan and kicked him.

"Where is your phone?" He asked Aahan in a stern voice.

"Since you have asked me about it, I think I dropped it somewhere." Aahan looked worried.

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Oh no, the potbelly might take his work serious now....for once!