Fareesa Dasti is a reckless, bold, gregarious, stubborn yet sweet and sympathetic, 19-year-old girl studying Calculus at the Nobel University. Yet when it comes to her looks and outward appearance she is very self-conscious.
Ashar Ali, son o...
The car ride was very quiet. No word can out any of our mouths. I didn't know where we are going. However, I don't wanna talk either. I know I had to say something sooner or later but right now is not the time to speak. Soon, we stopped in front of a house. The house wasn't that big or small. It was a perfect size.
Asher opened the car door and stepped out, walking around the car to my side. He then opened the door to my side and put his hand out in front of me to take.
When I looked at his hand, I hesitate to put my hand on top of his. I looked up at him to see him smile down at me, making me look away from him fast.
"I promise I won't bite unless you want me to" he teased
Blush appeared on my face, creating a shade of red on my cheek. With the blush powder on, it really didn't help. I slowly put my hand on top of his and got out of the car.
Moving my head around, I looked at my surrounding. The neighborhood was very nice looking. It was silent and you could hear the wind blowing through my dress. The night was gorgeous with the moon shining down upon us.
With his hand on my back, we entered the house, you would be surprised if you saw the house. It was graceful. When you enter, you can find a huge hallway. On the right, there is a medium Kitchen. Opposite to the entrance door, there is a sitting room.
"Do you want a tour around the house?" questioned Ashar
"I think, I should change into something comfortable first" I muttered
"Yeah, right. What was I thinking," he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck
"Where is the room that I am staying in?" I asked, looking around
"Come with me, I'll show you. I already ordered Jamil to bring in all your things" he smiled
"Who is Jamil?"
"Jamil works in our house. Mostly driving us around, when we need to" he answered
"What?! You can't drive or do you need a driver to drive you around?" I mocked
"No, it's not that!" he assure
I just realized, how I spoke to him. That was not right. I have no business to talk to him like that.
"I-I'm sorry" I apologized
"Don't be. It's alright," he chuckled, "come on let's get you to our room
I followed behind him, up the glass stairs. The house looked very nice. Especially with the glass states. I was so busy checking out the house that I didn't know that Ashar stopped, making me bumped into him.
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"Sorry" I mumbled under my breath
"Stop saying sorry so many times" he laughed opening the room door
