Khushi Gupta is a normal 18 year old girl. Except She could see things. Things others couldn't. Arnav Singh Raizada is a normal 22 year old young man. Except for one fact, he is a ghost no one can see... but a normal 18 year old girl.
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The driver pulled out of the drive way, his very important client in the back seat. Mohan, with the stupid chaffeur's hat on drove down the rode, one hand on the tire, the other hand holding a can of beer, swinging it up to his mouth once in a while. Stupid job, of all the people who were his client, he had to get the infamous, cold ass Arnav Singh Raizada.
"I need to get a new job... like a pilot that would be way cooler..." mohan thought to himself, taking another swing at his beer. Squinting his eyes, he dodged what he thought was some tree in the middle of the road. Suddenly-and he swore it wasn't the beer-two people jumped in front of his car, slamming his foot on the brake, the car screeched to a stop.
"What the hell mohan what are you doing," Arnav's angry voice said from behind the partition, swallowing a comeback, mohan said in a forced polite voice,
"Sorry sir, but two people just jumped in front of the car out of no where!"
Arnav grumbled, putting down his glass of wine, he stepped out into the sun, angry at who ever had stopped him from heading home, and he had enough to worry about with his company. There, just like his driver had said, two people apparently a female and male, were indeed standing right in front of his car.
"Excuse me, but we're actually trying to get somewhere," Arnav said in an annoyed voice, something shone from the woman's finger, "Mr...., can you please control your fiancée and get her off the road?" That got their attention alright, immediately Khushi stopped wrestling Aditya, shooting back from him,
"I did not just hear that, ugh!" Khushi shivered, all Aditya did was smirk.
"I'm so sorry sir, my fiancée is very excited... to meet you, she's a huge fan." Aditya stalled his time. Khushi felt Arnav the Arnav that hadn't died yet- flicker his eyes over at her and she looked away,
"Please, I'd rather be widow than be your fiancée," Khushi spat at Aditya. Arnav's eyes quirked at their attitude, something didn't seem right, those two didn't act as though they were close at all,
"Look, I'm guessing you're new here... why don't I... give you guys a lift?" Arnav offered, himself caught surprised. Aditya was about to decline, needing to stall more time, but Khushi thought other wise, a plan formed in her mind, not a strong one she might add, but it was better than nothing,
"Actually," Khushi jumped at the chance, "If it doesn't cause too much trouble, we'd love a ride back." Khushi beamed, "Don't we, darling." She said, smirking over at Aditya's direction whose eyes were widening. She knew what he was thinking because the moment Khushi had thought of the plan the exact thought ran through her head. It was taking a risk, a huge risk, but if this could work, then she prayed dearly to god he would help her.
