Reader's POV:
( Y/N leaves the cafe and boards her bike. She pulls her hair back and notices Ashish in the left looking glass. She smiles a little and keeps looking at him till he disappears in the streets, his face and head covered so that he was unrecognizable. Thoughts of the day whirs in her head as she starts her bike and starts to drive. )
[ Y/N's POV as she drives ]
He is an angel. A total angel. It'd have been a very normal day today but of course Ashish is the spice to my whole life. His eyes, his smile, his laughter... everything is so mesmerizing. And I'm stuck for him like a insect caught in a spider web. How can you help it? How can you say no to those eyes that threaten to melt you to infinity? How can you not smile back to that smile that cleansed your soul? How could you not love such a pure man as he? I wish I could tell him all these but he'd just think I'm cheesy or something. But isn't it true? How much I love him ! How much he's made my life better without even intending to!
[ Y/N reaches home ]
( She smiles to herself as she rings the bell of her house. Y/N-M {y/n's mom} opens the door. But Y/N is lost in her thoughts. She completely ignores her mom and takes her bike into the garage, closes the door and goes up to the bathroom without saying a single word. )
Y/N-M (to Y/N-F) : Meyetar ki Holo bolo toh? (What could have happened to her?)
Y/N-F : Kichui na, karor saat paak e bandha poreche tomar meye. (Nothing much, she's just floored by somebody)
( 'Saat pak' means the seven times when the wife and husband go around the fire in the wedding and vow to be together for the rest of their lives. )
Y/N-M : Ta, se rajputtur ta ke shuni? (So, who is that prince charming, huh?)
Y/N: (from behind her mom) Ashish. Ashish Chanchlani.
[ She goes upstairs to her room ]
Y/N-M : Ai shon. Shon bolchi. Dara. Niche ay. Ai....ai..aaaaaiiii. (she calls Y/N but Y/N pays her no attention)
Y/N-F ( to Y/N-M ) : Chhere dao na. Boro hoyeche to. Akhon eshob na korle ki tomar Amar boyeshe eshe korbe?
( Leave it na. She's grown up, okay? If she doesn't do all these now, then would she do it at our age? )
Y/N-M : Tumi oke ato ashkara diyo na akdom. Ami akbaro Baron korechi oke eshob korte? Kintu bhebe dakho, o chele ta ke koto tuku chene? Na jene bhalobeshe phela ki uchit aj Kal Kar din e?
(Don't you pamper her so much. Did I ever ask her not to do all this? But think about it, how little she knows that boy. Loving a person without seeing all his sides, isn't it unsafe nowadays? )
Y/N-F : ( soothingly) Bas thak ebar. Ektu oke eka chharo na. Jothesto dayittoban o, kono siddhanto newar age 100 bar bhabe. Or chinta o korte parbe. Tumi ato tension koro na.
( Okay. Let it go now. Let her decide for herself. She's quite responsible, and thinks a 100 times before taking a decision. She can think for herself. Don't take too much tension. )
Y/N-M : ( quietly looks at the floor, her forehead creased with worry )
[ In Y/N's room ]
Y/N's POV :
Him.
Ashu.
Ashish Chanchlani.
The most gorgeous human in the history of mankind.
Did he really do all of that? Did I just save him from an overexplosive woman who shares my name? Did he really ask for a kissie? Or am I just going to wake up and find all this is another of my dreams? If it's a dream, I swear it couldn't have been a better dream. And if it's not, I don't know what to say. Maybe he was just being his usual self. Or maybe...just MAYBE, he might actually like me.
Ugh Y/N, can you stop overthinking? Like seriously? He's a CELEBRITY. Look at him. And look at you. You're pathetic. He was just flirting. C'mon. Are you that naive? Can't believe you can actually think that he likes you really (guffaws to herself)
(Pacing her room) But he was blushing. And smiling so hard. Stop my heart, he even lifted me up !
That was because you fainted, silly. Not because he likes you or anything.
Why the hell have you got to burst my bubble all the time?
Because I spit logic lol.
You spit nonsense.
I'm you, so mind your language buddy. Goodnight.
