Shreya Kashyap- She is a 21 year old mass communication student. She loves her career line and is dedicated to it wholeheartedly. She studies in a prestigious college in Mumbai. She is very confident and sarcasm drips off her tongue. She is her dad...
" So Miss Kashyap, tell me about yourself." Kabir said.
I snickered.
" As if you have not done a background check on me." I taunted him.
" And what if I say that I haven't?" He asked.
" Okay, then go ahead and swear on me." I challenged.
" Dance with me?" He saked.
" Good attempt to dodge the question Mr. Rathore, but yes, I'll dance with you." I said.
He stood up and asked for my hand. I did oblige.
As we stood, soft music started playing.
" How.....?" I started to ask about the music playing automatically but he placed a finger on my lips.
" Shhh...you talk too much as I have mentioned earlier." He said and twirled me.
Why is this man perfect in everything he does!! This is so damn frustrating.
" Dinner?" He asked.
I nodded.
Okay, he can get very sweet when he wants! He served me Spaghetti with crunchy Zucchini and then settled for it himself.
I started eating, I was so hungry.
" Bella." His deep voice was music to my ears.
" Shreya." I corrected him.
" It wasn't English OR Hindi." He said.
" Then what was it?" I asked.
" Italian." He replied.
" What does bella mean in Italian? "I asked.
" Beautiful." He said.
" The moon right? So beautiful." I said, looking up.
It was full moon today.
" No Shreya, I wasn't talking about the moon." Kabir said.
" The flowers?" I asked.
" You." He said.
I laughed.
" Just look at me and then look at yourself. I mean, this situation is damn too comical, isn't it? I mean, you are sitting right here with me in your three piece business suit and I on the other hand, in a night dress." I said, laughing.
" And I can imagine both of us like this all my life Shreya." He replied.
Shreya's nightsuit-
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" Why?" I asked.
" What, why?" He questioned.
" Why me Mr. Rathore? Girls, more specifically women, throw themselves at you. All those insanely beautiful looking women who have spidery long legs and have everything that I don't, offer themselves at you and yet you are here, sitting with a girl like me who is just twenty, an average looking one and the most unlady like person you must have ever come across. Neither did I give you any wrong signals ever that I wanted to be with you or something like that, then why me and not them?" I finally asked.
