CRIMSON CONTRACT

A girl stepped out, furious. Her heels clicked against the wet pavement as she marched toward him, eyes blazing with anger.

"What the hell! Are you blind?"

A man stepped out slowly, tall and calm, his expression unreadable. He didn't say a word.

She brows furrowed as she looked him up and down, clearly expecting an apology. But he just stood there silent.

"Tum jante ho kitni costly car hai ye? Tumhe pata nhi, kitna nuksaan hua hei?"

Still nothing.

His silence only fueled her anger.

"Aur tum sorry tk nhi bologe? kya tumhe pta bhi h, kisse baat kr rhe ho tum?"

The rain continued to fall between
them, but he remained unaffected calm, composed, almost dangerous.

With a sharp glare, she turned on her heel and walked back.

"Next time, watch were you're going."

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She:
"Are you blind or do you always walk like you own the building?"

He looked at her, slightly amused.

He:
"Correction, sweetheart I do own it. Tumhara sense of direction hi kharab hai."

Her eyes narrowed instantly.

She:
"Sweetheart? Dream on. Us attitude ko thoda fold karke pocket mein rakh lo, Mr. Nobody."

His's smirk deepened.

He:
"Nobody? You'll remember this 'Nobody' for sure."

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