Chapter 58

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Bhawna's POV

It's 4 pm and I am getting ready to go to my house with Aryan ji !

I don't know how I will be with him for so long ! Also he wants something in return !

God please save me. Please.

I got ready in blue ripped jeans and white top with a over coat. (See the pic above),

I come out if the hotel and look around for Aryan ji !

Where is he?

I look around.

Then someone taps on my shoulder. I turn around and saw a man in helmet.

He waves his hand.

I knit my brows "sorry?"

Then I heard a laugh inside the helmet.

He removed the helmet and there he was, my Aryan ji with his hairs messed up due to the helmet, grin adoring his handsome face.

"You don't wanna go home?" He asked

"I want to"

"Then let's go !"

"But where is your car?" I asked looking around

"Follow me" he said and began to walk to the left

I follow him looking down "but where?"

He abruptly stopped and I hit his hard chest moving immediately a fee steps back.

"Aaram se Bhawna (careful Bhawna)" He said holding my shoulder

He left me and said "you wait here"

I nod like a kid and he went.

After 2 minutes I saw a bike which stopped in front of me.

Wait ! Is it Aryan ji? As his clothes are same as his !!

He removed his helmet.

Stupid he is Aryan ji only. I hit my head mentally.

He brings in another helmet with him "this is for you mam"

He put forward the helmet like a gentleman.

I take the helmet with sweating hands and look at him.

He raise his brows at me. I look around and then back at him and raise my brows.

With his eyes he look at the helmet and then my head.

Ohhh okay.

I nod my head and wear it and then look at him.

He again rose his eyebrows and even I raised my brows.

With his eyes then he looked back at the bike then at me and smiled.

I look at the bike and smile sheepishly at him. Ohk I understood he wants me to sit on the bike.

I move past him and stand in front of the bike. He wore his helmet and sat on the bike and I behind him.

I hold the back of the bike.

"I don't want you to die" he said "so please hold me"

I look at him through the mirror he is already looking at me. I smile a bit and hold upon his shoulder with great shyness.

"casually saying I like tight hold" He said and my smile widened

I hold him tightly.

Then he starts his bike and our journey begins.

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