My Perfect Life follows Alia Mehra, a 22-year-old dreamer who longs for her Prince Charming and a flawless life amidst the challenges and dangers that stand in her way. Alia, a quintessential romantic, immerses herself in fairy-tales and romance nov...
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Aliaa's POV
We were on our way back to Ayaan's home for the party. I didn't want to leave the beach and that peaceful moment but Ayaan said that the party will start at 9 and it will take at least an hour to get back home and then I also have to get ready for the party.
We both were silently sitting in the car or should I say I was silently sitting while Ayaan was talking over the call with someone. And he's too smart for my liking. Just because I started learning the French language and understand it, he decided to speak in the Italian language much to my dismay.
"Spero che tutto vada come programma (I hope everything goes as per the plan)," I heard him spoke.
I tried translating it in goggle but he was talking so fast and fluently that I couldn't able to understand the words.
There was a pause as he was listening to the other person and then he again spoke, "Yeah, ok, will talk to you later,"and hung up the call.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on if I ask you?" I broke the silence.
"No," Came his reply.
Sometimes I really want to ask God Ji why I love this man. he is so infuriating and confusing. But nonetheless, I love him and have to deal with him for the rest of my life.
"Alia, are you ignoring me?" He asked looking at me and then concentrating on the road.
"Even if I am, what are you going to do about it?" I asked in return not at all looking at him.
"Whatever you say except for telling you anything about the surprise," He answered slyly.
"I want to eat chocolate," I said after a few minutes of thinking.
"What?" He looked shocked.
"I am craving for it," I looked at him making an innocent face and smiling sweetly.
He shook his head and took out a chocolate bar from his jacket pocket magically and gave it to me.
"You had this with you all day," I asked chewing the chocolate and moaning when my taste buds felt the chocolate melting in my tongue.
"Stop doing that or we will be late. And to answer your question, yes, I had that with me because I always stay prepared," He smirked towards me and the again moved his gaze towards the road.
"Aww, aren't you cute and adorable?" I cooed pulling his left cheek.
"What no, I am not cute. Boys are not cute, they are hot and handsome," He frowned at my compliment.
