𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡]

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She squealed as she felt him pull her closer. Both of them were smiling with huge smiles on their faces. These were the last moments of Their bliss in Bali because after this they were going to go back to their mundane life.

He hugged her and she didn't stop him. She liked his touch. Alia knew that what he did was in limits. Like now, when he hugged her he had maintained a respectable distance between them. Their lower halves did not touch and Alia was happy for that otherwise it would have been clear that he was nothing but a pervert. Or maybe that he didn't care about it. 

"Hey," she broke apart. "I have to go back. Also, download a few good books to read on the longest flight of my life."

"Why? We can have coffee and doughnuts." He offered.

"Coffee is a maybe but who told you about doughnuts?!" She raised an eyebrow at that.

"I might have stalked you on Instagram and most of the times the places you were at you always had doughnuts." He winked. 

She smiled, "I know that I should feel threatened but I'll let that go because you noticed what I like."

"Yay points for me." He rolled his eyes and walked out for the room with her, hand in hand.

"Okay, just a quick coffee okay?" She reminded.

"Yes and for that, I ordered already. They are cooling down since you don't like to drink them hot."

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed looking at him. "I have a mole, officially." She declared, mortified of how he knew that. 

They reached a cafe within moments and he pulled out a seat. The coffees were ready to take away cups along with the doughnuts.

"Wow, you are prepared." Also was genuinely impressed. "Now, tell me about the mole?" She took a sip of the perfectly warm coffee.

"A gentleman never tells." He took a sip of his.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Staring at each other, Alia broke the silence. "You that I know that it's Shivani right?" She made a dig expression. It was so obvious. 

"I do not know any of that," he denied looking away.

"Girls keep up with each other, you know," She told him. "She tells me whatever Ziagham asks her."

"Even in Bali?" He raised a brow. 

"International pack." She shrugged. "Or WhatsApp."

Feeling vibrations in her thigh, she pulled out her phone. It was her mother calling.

"Hold on," she whispered to Arman. And around. Was she seen with Arman? Especially coming out of the side room? Then it would be a big problem to explain even though nothing happened.

"Hi?" She answered in a bit of a questioning tone.

"Stop roaming around and bring something to eat as well. Shaan's hungry." Pujita immediately started talking. "Also, come back quick, I have to go to the washroom as well."

Alia felt a little frustrated at that. "Mumma, Shaan is right there. You can go and Shaan can watch our purses and luggage."

"Don't talk smart with me." Alia could imagine her mother's frown. "Come quickly!"

Sighing, she kept the phone done after hanging up. "I got to go." She pouted a little. "Mum's calling me with food."

"Alright," Arman got up. "Come let's buy you some food." He smiled.

Arman stood with Alia as she ordered and paid for the food. She chose three completely different items and that was noticed by Arman. All three members of her family had different tastes which seemed fair, considering his did too.

"Alright," Alia turned to look at him with her eatables in hand. "Don't call or text me so that Mumms gets suspicious, okay? I will call when we land." She smiled. "Most probably text though." She added quickly. 

Arman nodded and watched her walk away. His flight was tomorrow and he had come here for her. He watched as her mother went to the washroom and Alia and her brother ate in a cafe. He had moved to the side so that she couldn't see him.

Arman hailed a taxi back to the hotel. His mother was out already and his father was ready to leave. But instead of walking out, Siddarth sat with him.

"Who's the girl? Arman, are you serious for her?" The tone of the words made it clear tor him that his father was not joking around. 

"She might be my future wife." He answered in all seriousness. 

"That was my answer for your mother," Siddharth said. "But your generation goes through many ups and downs before finding the one."

"And I have, papa."

"I cannot be guaranteed unless you marry her. Be serious Amran, you don't want to break someone's heart or get yours broken." He warned his child. "I caused your mother a lot of heartaches when I broke her engagement with some else but I am making for that till date because I hate myself for it, for making her cry. If you feel what I do for your mother, even remotely, then do not let the girl slip from your grasp."

"I would never," Arman vowed.

"That's good to hear. Remember, if you need anything, I am always standing being you." He stared hard in his sons eyes, "Always kid. For anything."