Fate

24. The Pink City.

Ayesha.

I threw myself on the bed and looked at my mobile phone which was buzzing, indicating that he finally got the time to tell me he is safe on the Maharashtrian soil. Rolling my eyes I took his call.

"What?" I asked as soon as I answered the call after putting it on speaker and got to the ottoman stool infront of the dressing table to remove my jewelry and makeup

"Ouch! This not how you talk to your boyfriend, princess." He said and I frowned eyeing the hickey he gave me anyhow I saw a hue of red forming on my cheeks

"You are at your home?" I asked removing my earrings and he hummed

"Which means you are safe?" I again asked taking off my bangles and he hummed which made me smile sarcastically in the direction of my cell phone as if he could see me

"Good. Fucking Get Lost." I raised my voice to the slightest before I hung up on him but after some minutes he again called when I was removing my makeup so I ignored his call

And again he called causing me to glare at my own reflection for the stupidity of asking him to be my boyfriend. The whole function, I swear, the whole function I was ignoring my brothers so that I don't embarrass myself more than I already was.

"Kya pareshaani hai aapko? Shanti se baitha nhi jaa rha? Riya ke jaise chote bacche ho aap ya usey bhi battar?" I questioned in a high pitched voice and pulled out my night suit. (What's your problem? Can't you stop troubling me? Or are you worse than Riya?)

"Princess." He softly whispered and my anger was flushed out of my system. My shoulders slumped and I sat down on the bed suddenly feeling exhausted of my emotions

"What did I do?" He softly asked and I saw my reflection in the mirror still sitting on the bed

"You gave me a..." My cheeks flushed as I refused to complete my sentence or so what I see in the mirror is the girl who was untamable but all this man had to do is call me Princess and I forget my own name

"I gave you a what, baby?" He whispered and the mischief in his tone told me that he was very much aware of what he did.

"Your mother saw it!" I breathed through my mouth while I spoke through my gritted teeth

"You could've atleast told me." I whined undoing the pin holding my saree on my shoulder

"Don't worry about my mother, sweetheart. She likes you a little too much to care about what you have been doing to her son." He said and I choked on my own saliva

"I did nothing to you. You gave me a hickey." I muttered frowning and he chuckled amused. I could feel his smile.

"You are laughing at me?" I was being whiny but I cannot question myself since I was on my periods

"No, jaana. Why would I? I was laughing at..." He trailed off looking for an excuse but I did not need any, not anymore. Jaana. I couldn't help but grin and there was no need to suppress my blush because he couldn't see me.

"Shut up. I am going to change. Bye." I was grinned ear to ear and I had no heart to end this call but I was tired and jet lagged.

"I do not mind, you know." He said and his smug tone gave rise to another blush

"Rehaan, bye." And I hung up. My state was dishevelled, my pallu fell off my shoulder to my lap and my hair from my hair bun started to fall out from the hair clutcher but did I care? No. My mind was occupied by one man and I feared that he would get imprinted in my senses to such an extent that I would never be able to forget him. Not in my worst nightmare.