Ishaan's POV
I didn't understand what Nandini was trying to tell me as usually. She never conveys feelings clearly. I got inside my car to go to my office and played some songs.
Labon ko by KK started playing. Wrong song, I swear. This song is so bad. It brings out every emotion from me. only if Samaira was here, I would be kissing her entire face. Then a thought clicked my mind, and I smiled at how creative I was.
Coming to office I did some work which was not really necessary right now. I am usually not needed in the office, its usually when we have some really important clients. I completed a bit of formalities and then called up Nishkarsh.
We discussed about Rudransh. This man is getting so out of hand right now I swear. I planned some things and then got off the office. Annoying shit.
On the way to home I got a bouquet of pink and white roses with a pizza from pizza hut. I went home and kept these things safely. Freshening up in my comfortably clothes I waited the night to pass till midnight.
Samaira's POV
I had a hell fun day. I went out shopping with dad. We had golgappe, momos and softy. Coming back to our home, we made lunch together enjoyed it together. He played me some good songs, massaged my head with coconut oil which felt heaven. My mom used to do this when I was young. He told me about how mom was before marriage. Then we slept in the afternoon to the fullest. Waking up in the evening we prepared for some snacks instead of a proper dinner. I told him about how Ishaan ji cared for me on my period and not gonna lie, my dad was impressed.
I was enjoying my days here. It felt like I finally have time to look back at my life and feel proud of myself.
Currently I was listening to Jiyein Kyun on repeat and slept while listening to it.
THAK THAK THAK
I heard a voice which woke me up from my half sleep. ughh. I felt a but scared. I didn't understand from where this voice was coming.
THAK THAK THAK
I got off my bed to go near the door of my room and I opened it. Nobody was there. The floor was completely empty, and Dad was sleeping his room which was downstairs.
I went inside my room again and suddenly my phone pinged. Who is texting me at 2 in the night.
'Special delivery. Open the window.'
Ishaan ji is crazy.
I went to the window in my room, removed the curtains and opened it up.
There he was standing on a ladder with a box in his hand a bouquet over it.
"Aap pagal hai kya? Lag jayegi aapko."
"Haa to andar bulao na!"
I helped him get inside with my heartbeat racing.
"Special delivery for my special lady." He said passing me a box of pizza and the red rose bouquet. Uff this man I swear.
"Ishaan ji- ye- kya hai?" I stammered.
"Margarita pizza, sweetheart."
I slapped him on his chest.
"Ye aise seedhiya chadke mere room mei aane ki kya zaroorat thi aapko."
He circled both of his arms around my waist while my hands were hung up with the pizza in one hand and the bouquet in another.
I was about to cry now.
