MY NIECE'S AUNT (COMPLETED)✔️

CHAPTER 15- KNOWING HIS NAME

After the call, Ahyan and gone back into the club and spoke to Kumar. The two men decided to return to the hotel and prepare for the meeting tomorrow. The meeting is very important and they don't want to take any risk.

As they walked out from the club and through the pathway, they looked for Taxi but there wasn't any free taxi. Ahyan told he will book one. As soon as he took out his mobile, it began to snow. Ahyan looked up, he smiled feeling the cool piece of snow fall on his nose-tip. He looked at Kumar who looked visibly elated. Ahyan had hardly felt the snow, he liked the feel of it. Kumar had a childlike happiness on his face. Ahyan smiled watching him enjoy the snow.

They booked the cab which will come in ten minutes and pass the time they sat on the bench. As they sat Kumar noticed a visibly tensed and scared girl walking briskly and she is being followed by five drunk French men. Kumar felt uncomfortable. He nudged Ahyan's arm. He looked up from his mobile.

'Sir, I think we should help that girl.' He said pointing at the girl. Ahyan looked at the direction where his assistant was pointing. He noticed the same mental girl who was fighting with the bouncers. One look and he knew she is in trouble. For a moment, he thought of helping her and then the incident from the airport came to him and his expressions became serious again.

'No need, it is her problem and not ours.' He said looking back into his mobile.

Kumar looked at him shocked, 'Sir, how can you be so heartless.' He said shaking his head in disbelief. Ahyan opened his mouth to counter that when he saw Kumar was already walking towards the girl and the goons.

Mahdia silently prayed constantly wiping tears with the back of her palms, she is walking in circles attempting to confuse the goons but they are being adamant. She is now scared to death. As she walked briskly, she dashed into someone and her heart dropped. She looked up and found an Indian man standing in front of her. He had a very friendly look, he flashed an assuring smile at her. Mahdia didn't smile back, her heart pounding with fear. The man looked at the goons behind her who had also stopped.

'Maam. May I help you?' he asked politely.

Mahdia shook her head and began walking when Kumar called her, 'Maam you can trust me and my friend. Our cab will be coming in few minutes, we can drop you safely.' He said calmly. Mahdia looked back at the goons who are still standing few distance away from her, eyeing her.

'Maam, it is already late you won't get a cab and it is not safe.' Kumar said. Mahdia slowly nodded her head.

As she walked with the Indian man, she tilted her head little and saw that the men had retreated. She felt an immense sense of relieve. But then she looked at the man from the corner of her eyes, should this man be trusted? She thought.

'Sir?' Ahyan turned his head and found Kumar standing and with him is a timid looking girl, her head lowered. Slowly, Mahdia looked up. When her eyes met the same dark eyes from earlier she felt all her tension vanish. Her heart skipped a beat when she thought, maybe he had sent this man to save her, in her eyes respect for this stranger increased. She couldn't help but smile which she quickly adjusted.

Ahyan looked away only when a cab stopped behind him. He stood up, 'Come.' He said, his gaze lingering at Mahdia for a moment before resting on Kumar, who nodded his head.

Before Kumar could move to the passenger beside the driver, Ahyan was already there. Kumar opened the door for Mahdia who sat in and he sat beside her.

'Your address, Maam?' Kumar asked politely. Mahdia nodded, she opened her mouth to speak when Ahyan spoke, 'Does she know her address.' He sounded rude.

'Of course, I know.' Mahdia said feeling offended. She then turned to the driver and spoke to him in French, with proper accent and confidence. Kumar is impressed, Ahyan rolled his eyes, show off, he thought to himself.

'Wow! Good accent. You are Indian?' Kumar asked intrigued. Mahdia smiled at Kumar nodding her head.

'Hi! I am Dinesh Kumar.' Kumar extended his hand.

'Mahdia.' She said shaking his head, she then looked up Ahyan. She had been wanting to know the stranger's name but didn't know how to ask. She felt embarrassed.

Kumar then started talking about himself, Ahyan felt irritated but didn't say anything because he was blabbering only about his personal life.

Mahdia wasn't much interested in listening to him, but she is interested in the stranger. She glanced at him, side his profile is even better. She noted his clenched jaw makes him look, sexy. She blushed to herself.

As the cab entered the suburb where Mahdia lives she felt her heart sink a little as she will again walk away from the stranger without knowing his name. Mahdia frowned on noticing her mother standing at the door of her little house. She has worn her woolen coat, muffler. Seeing her worried expressions, Mahdia felt guilty.

'Stop.' She said. She climbed down hurriedly and rather clumsily. Ahyan thought she was rude to not thank them. Kumar didn't mind, he was about to close the door when Mahdia came back, she poked her head in. 'Thank you, Dinesh and...'

'Ahyan!' Kumar said.

Mahdia smiled and turned back. Ahyan tilted his head and watched the young girl rush to an elderly woman. He frowned when a thought crossed his mind, is she the one he met in the morning? She looked familiar.

'Where had you gone? It is going to be 11, You had left your phone here. I was going mad. Lydia also wasn't picking up the call.' Mrs. Siddiqui started scolding Mahdia as soon they entered the house.

'Ma please.' Mahdia whined removing her overcoat and muffler.

'And who were those men?' her mother placed her hands on her hips and glared at her daughter. Mahdia paused hanging her coat, 'Ahyan!' she said under her breath and smiled to herself. She hugged her mother who is taken aback with this sudden change in her daughter.

Her mother is shocked when Mahdia told her about going to the nightclub, then she looked like she will faint when she narrated about the five men. She looked relieved when she told about Ahyan and Kumar helping her.

'Next time, don't you dare do all this.' Her mother warned her. Mahdia nodded her head and moved behind her mother, she hugged her from the back, 'Ma, I am hungry. I want hot chocolate.'

'What? Now?'

'Please.' Mahdia pouted. Her mother shook her head and separated their frames.

Mahdia smiled happily, she walked to her living room. She fell on the sofa and sighed happily. A dreamy smile appearing on her lips, 'Ahyan!' she said to herself.

She grabbed a cushion and pressed it against her chest. So, her prince charming's name is Ahyan. Beautiful name. She blushed hiding her face into the cushion.