Second encounter.
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Next morning Inaya reached Diwan palace right on the time, perfectly at 7.00 sharp all set to meet the helpers. She had just entered the gate that she was greeted by Mahir.
Mahir (M) - Good morning Inaya.
Inaya (I) - Morning sir.
M- Ohh please, you don't have to call me sir, I will be satisfied if you call me only Mahir. In fact, I had thought I'm your friend already! (fallen face)
I- It is not like that. I was just---
M- It's okay Inaya. I was just joking, gosh! You took me seriously. Any ways, Best of luck. I'm sure you will do wonders!
Inaya looked at his eyes affectionately for his words indeed touched her heart. She can't help but admire that fine smile playing on his lips making him look like a baby.
I- Thank you so much Mahir. And I promise, I will do my best.
M- Okay I should get going now. I just wanted to give you some motivation.
With this he made his way towards his car waving at her.
And to be honest, this made Inaya develop confidence. She felt more energetic than before for She has already got the best wishes that was surely going to help her a lot.
After some time all the workers gathered in the back garden where Inaya was directing and explaining them the decor plans. She has come up with something good and all of them were quite impressed with her ideas.
" Okay now all of you get to your work. I want everything perfect and if you still have any doubts with the decoration style you can ask me "..... She picked up the charts and papers she had prepared to show everyone the designs and was walking ahead looking behind at the workers to make sure everything was going well with them.
Just then, she knocked into someone and fell down such that the papers from her hands scattered all over on the ground. Her baby silky straight hairs covered her face making her look beautiful and the person stood there absorbing her features.
" What the!!! Are you crazy. Can't you just walk properly you idi-- "... She upped her eyes looking at the person who knocked her down.
It was the same guy she has seen last night. The labourer. Dressed in jogging wears with big fat speakers hanging round his neck and hairs totally messed up while his sweat drenched t-shirt stuck to his body. But little did she know he was the grandson of Digvijay Diwan, Riyan. The hot topic!
He had just returned from his morning work out and was moving towards the back garden to have his breakfast with the others when he suddenly bumped with that... Loser.
" You"... She flares her nose shooting him with her hardest glare. " Have you seen the time! Haven't I told you that I hate late comers "... She shouted at him resting her hands on her waist giving him the looks of disappointment. " And look what you've done. My designs "... She hymphed in anger bending down to collect her stuff.
While Riyan opened his mouth to answer back with same rude accent when she again interrupted him like last night. " What are you staring at, help me gather the papers back ".... She ordered him collecting the charts.
He obediently did what he was ordered to. Though he was getting very restless as last night she called him a labourer and today she is ordering him to do her work as if he was her personal servant???
" Give me the papers "... Once Riyan was done picking up the papers, she snatched them away from his hands glaring him hard. She arranged the papers properly. " One two three... Sixteen, seventeen Huh only seventeen papers. ".... She counted the parchment papers again. " I had twenty charts and there are only seventeen. It is all because of you "... She eyed him making Riyan to flinch back a little. " Now bring them back to me ".... She announced astonishing him.
" What! But how, they are lost now. Where am I supposed to get them"... He said avoiding her glares while Inaya pointed at the dense garden c*m in their front standing with long coniferous trees just few yards away. " No ways, I ain't no going to go there. ".... He rolled his eyes telling Inaya clearly.
However, he had no idea what this girl was capable of.
" You are coming with me, that's it".... She clutched his arm and literally dragged him out from the back gate making their ways in the interior of the garden c*m forest.
At her brave act, Riyan smiled biting his lips. He did not know why, but he really liked her authoritative tone and behaviour towards him. This is the very first time any girl had dared to do this kind of thing with him and instead of being angry he liked it. He like the way her firm fingers gripped around his forearm while she led them through the interiors.
Soon they reached in the thick forest with long green trees surrounding them and to her good luck she got the remaining three designs that were really very needed and important. Riyan was still zoned out until he experienced a tug on his shoulder.
Inaya pointed at the surroundings realizing how far they have come. " It is all because of you If you haven't knocked me down then I wouldn't have lost my designs and wouldn't have come here with you ".... She accused him hugging the papers.
" Because of me!!! Don't forget you'd brought me here and you are the reason why are we stuck here in this place "... He said raising his arms.
Just then they heard some animalistic noise scaring Inaya to the heck. She immediately jumped in his arms hugging him tightly while hiding her face in his neck. He blinked his eyes again zoned out as her heart thumped against his chest thus playing havoc with his senses. Her upper body was pressing with his hard one making him go crazy.
He have never felt this way even when making out with girls. Her persona was distracting him. Riyan hugged her back roaming his hands shamelessly on her back feeling turned on.
When the present struck her, Inaya jolt opened her eyes and realized their current position and even how she climbed on him out of fear. She quickly pushed him away breaking his love bubble.
Riyan diverted his gaze as she shyly adjusted her top recalling her stupid act. " We should leave now ".... He announced following the path through which they had come.
All this while she made a safe distance from him while stealing his glances at times in order to get the idea as in what was playing in his mind. Whereas his mind was as blank as black hole.
To be continued...
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