"Hey are you here??? " Tiyasha heard a questioning voice. She was ashamed , she was lost on herself. She promptly replied with a nervous tone " Nothing sir.."
Aniket gave a frown " Don't call me sir.. Be friendly " .
He smirked.
"What is your name by the way? " Aniket asked finding her lost again.
" I can't tell you my name sir. It's a protocol. We have to maintain. " Tiyasha mumbled.
"so I have to sleep with an unknown girl? " he winked. A devilish smirk plastering on his face. She gulped and looked at him with suppressed wonder and excitement altogether.
Tiyasha was wearing that red sharee which was going well with her complexion and her long black hair added to it. She had been famous in her group for her perfect Bengali girl's figure that was established well with her outfit.
" you could tell me your name.. Its weird to communicate... "Aniket told... Sounded irritated. She gave a mysterious look..
" I am 'Anamika' (means having no name, also used as a name) "
He chuckled.
She pursed her lip and sat beside Aniket. He was real one. She looked at his eyes...descending towards perfect shaped nose ..lips. Those were lifted upwards. She looked up directly into his eyes.
"What are you seeing?"
"Nnn...nothing.. Actually I just can't believe I'm sitting beside you." She giggled .
He laughed heartily. "I'm also a human dear!".
Life changed a lot. She never thought to meet Aniket . She walked towards the mirror and looked at herself. Rolling her hairs with her fingers, she was looking pretty.
" Sir..." She stood speechless seeing Aniket. He changed his shirt and put on a cream colored casual.
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First LOVE ✔
Short Story[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...
