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Ayesha nervously glanced at Armaan's hand resting on her thigh and then slowly lifted her gaze to his face, focused on driving ahead. Ayesha's breaths quickened. She had no idea how to remove Armaan's hand from her thigh.

Suddenly, Armaan pressed down harder on her thigh, and his hand started inching 'upward.'

Ayesha's heartbeat skyrocketed at this.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, panicking, and hurriedly tried to remove Armaan's hand.

In her frantic attempt, she ended up pushing his hand straight into the dashboard.

It wasn't intentional. But when she saw what had happened, her heart skipped a beat. She quickly grabbed Armaan's hand, her voice trembling, "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that."

Her eyes pooled up at the thought of Armaan being in pain. Armaan slowed the car down and looked at her distressed face.

"Shhh!" he placed his finger gently on her lips.

Ayesha felt a wave of guilt wash over her.

"I didn't mean to. Your sudden touch startled me. So I pushed your hand and it... It.... Uh-I-I'm sure it hurt." she reached for his hand again, but Armaan pulled it away, saying, "I'm fine."

He placed his hand on the steering wheel 'instead of her thigh.'

Seeing this, Ayesha's heart sank.

Even though Armaan hadn't said anything, she felt she had upset him.

"I always end up hurting you, don't I?" Ayesha couldn't take her eyes off Armaan.

"I'm Used To It," Armaan replied expressionlessly, still looking ahead.

"I'm sorry!" she said, her voice breaking into sobs.

Ayesha felt her heart plummet even further, her complexion turning ashen with a profound sense of sorrow.

Her crying grew so loud that Armaan's car swerved, but he quickly hit the brakes, looking at Ayesha in shock as she cried uncontrollably.

"Ayesha!"

"I'm horrible! I always hurt you! I'm sorry, I'll never do it again!" she wailed, her head hanging down.

"Ayesha, look at me..."

"No! I pushed your hand so hard! It must have hurt so much!"

"Ayesha, I said look at me!"

"I didn't mean to, it just..."

"Ayesha!!!!!!" Armaan shouted, grabbing her hair from behind and pulling her face close to his.

Ayesha looked at him through her tear-filled eyes. Armaan's voice was firm, "Stop crying!"

"Did it hurt...?"

"It didn't hurt. Now stop crying. I didn't call you here for this." Armaan's stern voice made Ayesha melt into his chest.

She almost threw herself against him.

"I love you so much! I promise I won't make these mistakes again." Her behavior made Armaan want to hit his head.

He realized that Ayesha, at 21, was still a child who repeatedly made mistakes and cried over everything. Yet, he also realized that her unguarded behavior was a rare gift, reserved only for him. She trusted him implicitly, allowing her true self to shine through in his presence.