She continued " I love your voice...its a bit different ....u know...its just awesome..."
" I know." Aniket stayed cool...
Tiyasha was confused how to behave with Aniket ... How to introduce herself. Though it is not necessary always to talk with client or behave friendly, she didn't want to miss the chance to talk with Aniket.
"Uh... You.. You like Hindi songs.. Ahgg..or regional.. I..I mean Bengal" she mumbled.. Searching any topic they could talk.
"It depends.. I like both. I can't down my mother tongue." He put his arms crossed and continued dangling his right foot while sitting relaxedly keeping right leg on left knee.
She again told "so... You love to play guitar or piano..? " in fraction of a second she felt ashamed..
" Both. " Aniket replied... As if he is facing rapid fire..
Tiyasha was his one of those fans and that was the reason she was agitated.. She stared at Aniket..
Aniket was wearing a black shirt with its first two buttons open on a white faded jeans. His wheattis complexion and disobedient hairs were perfectly compatible. Aniket smiled.. She felt flying butterflies inside her gut...
She asked " So you are finally in front of me. Well it's unbelievable. "
He looked up. She completed " I am your fan. I have a pretty good collection of your songs. "
" I know. Even Mr Sharma told me about you. He told you r pretty, gorgeous and good in bed. "He winked mischievously with a smirk.
She felt uncomfortable. Her dream~boy was going to be her bed partner.....ohhh she blushed..
It was going to be a new experience.. She thought... Suppressing boiling bubbles inside her tummy..
" Sir will you like tea or coffee?? " she tried to make the situation easier.
Aniket really needed a coffee..he seductively whispered.. "I want something else! Isn't it?"
"That's OK...uhhh...I mean.. Cofffffee.....or tea !!!" Tiyasha pursed her lips in nervousness. She was never so nervous in such situations. Then what happened to her!!
"You decide !" He replied putting that smirk.
She controlled herself and dialled the room service...
"Hello , room service?"
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"Ummmm..I'm from room no. 606"
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"Yeah, can we get coffee for two ? And...yeah, strong ones."
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"OK. Thanks a lot."
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First LOVE ✔
Historia Corta[EDITING SLOWLY] Isn't it awkward , sad and heart breaking if a girl meets her dream man, her crush..her idol....well let me finish, meeting as an "escort girl.."...???? It's not a good feeling for the girl isn't it? This is the story of a Bengali...
