Madness and Magic...❤️

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They slid into the backseat of the car. The driver closed the door behind them and pulled the car onto the busy streets of Mumbai. They didn't speak much initially,he didn't like the driver to overhear their conversation.

"You know, this is my first visit to Mumbai." She finally broke the quiet.He glanced at her and a smile came into his lips.

"I know" he murmured,she then leaned slightly.

"Woh Airport pe security... is it always like this... ?" she whispered next.

"Yeah...It's for my dad,he insists that I should also keep security around but even the thought  suffocates me."he said quietly.

"I see...And you never drive here?" She asked next.

"Ummm... Kabhi kabaar... regularly nahin." He replied.

"And paparazzis bhi jante hain aapko?" She asked with wide open eyes.

"Hmm... Mostly due to Sameera and then the ad campaign" he uttered.She nodded, then added in a whisper.

"You know....you feel... different here. Like you are not the same person as in Delhi." She uttered,he smiled seeing the amused glint in her eyes.

"Why do you feel so?" She asked.

"Umm.. I don't know,yahan thoda out of league type jyada lagte ho...I mean wahan bhi lagte hi but yahan aise ek dum unreachable type... I don't know how to explain... " She said.

"Mad girl"He shook his head.

"Anyways leave... Just tell me main thik lag rahi hoon na? I mean, is main jyada achi lag rahi hoon ya the previous suit?" she asked very softly, looking at him nervously.He looked at her with a smirk but didn't say what was in his mind

"Bolo na, has kya rahe ho?" she nudged him.

"Pakka bolun?" He asked,she nodded.He went closer and then he whispered something that made her eyes pop and her cheeks flush.

"When you were wearing none of it... tab"he teasingly murmured.Her face burned instantly, and she turned away.

"Kuch bhi... Shameless and ....and silly!" she murmured with embarrassment and mock scolding but her cheeks burned from his teasing.

"Acha, sorry... haan, phir se poocho." he said with fake sincerity. She was still flustered, then asked again, "I look better in this pastal pink... or the previous blue one?"

His smirk widened as memories of their evening together played vividly in his mind. He stole a quick glance at the driver to ensure he wasn't being overheard, then turned back to her with a naughty smile.

"Bologe,ya bas hasoge?" she asked impatiently.
Once again, he leaned in.

"Black... lace," he whispered with a naughty half-smile. She looked at him in shock and then she pushed him away gently.

"Sidharth!" she gasped, making an annoyed face that only made him chuckle.

"Why are you being angry? I can't help it... that one thing keeps flashing in front of my eyes again and again," he teased, his his voice sounded deliberately provocative.

"Bade tharki eyes hain aapke!" she shot back, but her lips twitched as if holding back a smile.

"Acha, acha, sorry... "he said, leaning closer.

"Ab sach batata hoon. You are so beautiful, Shehnaaz, that it's not just what you wear that makes you look pretty....it's the way you are,the way your beautiful heart shines through your skin ...Everything looks amazing on you because you make it so, tum kuch simple bhi pehenti ho toh usme bhi bohat beautiful lagti ho.. you know as they say beauty is skin deep,you are beautiful inside out...." He paused,after saying all this in a very soft serious voice,She looked at him, her annoyance melted into shyness as her heart thudded loudly. Then suddenly his soft voice turned into a smirk.