HER

CHAPTER-18

ASHTON'S POV

When I reached here at the venue I was 40 minutes late reason - none.
I droved here in such slow speed that even a bicycle can easily overtake my car. I was so nervous that I didn't even ate breakfast today.

When I saw Rishika standing near the entrance looking all almighty. I became even more nervous. I think the reason behind all this nervousness was because I never went out with a girl alone. And when that girl looks this beautiful things become more harder.

She really knows how to enhance her beauty. Her face is shining under the sun light due to which her skin looked as if it is of golden color. I must admit people with brown skin does has this glow on their faces that's hard to get even after wearing any sort of make up.

Her hairs. I don't know why but I find her hairs really fascinating I just want to run my fingers through them. The tattoo on her neck adorning her look even more.

When she turned around I felt my heart skipping a beat just like it did why I realized that I cuddled her that day. Her aura has always been a cherry on cake.

When she literally ordered me to carry her bag around as a punishment for being late I was amazed at her audacity but like an idiot, I didn't even argued and just followed her order.

When Rose commented about woman being eye candy I felt my anger raising. I got flashbacks of my father saying the same in more disgusting way to my mother. But I waited for Rishika to say something back to her. I wanted her to take a stand for herself but she just smiled and started walking away.

At that moment I couldn't stop myself from glaring at Rose. Whatever I said that time even though was for Rishika but I know deep down it is what I wanted to say to my father every time he disrespected my mother or any woman for that matter.

Rose's comeback irked me even more I was about to shout at her when Rishika stepped between us, shook her heat at me indicating me not argue and then she again smiled at her. But the moment Rishika held my hand in her's I found myself getting calmer.

Once we were out of Rose's vision. Rishika turns around and looks at me.
"What was that?" She asked her
"That was what you should have said yourself" I said glaring at her
"And why should I had?" She asked
"So your quirky remarks are only for using at wrong places instead of where they are needed" I said raising my voice.
"Don't raise your voice at me. I am speaking calmly so no need for that " she whisper yelled stepping closer to me

This made me regret raising my voice I mumbled a small sorry.
She nods at me. She pulls my hand making me realize we were still holding hands and walks towards a long bench kept in middle and motioned me to sit.
I sat, she too sits besides me and pulls her hand out of mine.

We both sat there in silence. I kept looking at my hand thinking how nice her hand felt in mine. It was so soft and so small compared to mine which are rough and big.

"Ashton there are many people in the world who says rubbish. And I don't have that much energy to fight with all. Also she is my client I can't talk back to her" she explained taking a deep breath

" I was like that before arguing with every being who talked like that. Always debating about stuff like that" she continued
"What about now?" I asked curiously
"I have understood one thing I can't shut everyone person and also what can I say when a woman herself says such things" she answered smiling at me

We both sat there for a while in comfortable silence.
"Lets get your work done and leave" I said standing up
She nods her head standing up herself.
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I have been trying to explain about one painting to her from last 25 minutes but this girl isn't getting even a bit of it and I am hell bound to make her understand.

"Ashton it's enough na. I have recorded your explanation which I will listen to once I reach home. Let's go and eat something first" she said making faces
"Okay" I said. I watched her face liting up in amusment. She starts to walk towards the exit when I pull her back by holding her elbow.

She stumbled back a little as she is wearing heels and turns around and glares at me.

"We are not going outside there's a restaurant on third floor we will eat there" I said letting go of her elbow.
"But why? There's this restaurant few blocks near my house we should try there food today" she whined
"Till the time I make you understand the meaning of that painting we are not leaving this building " I said authoritivily leaving no space for argument.

"I have already taken photo of every painting and also recorded your explanation we are done here let's just bid goodbye to Mrs Emerson and leave" she said
I shake my head in no and took a hold of her arm leading her towards elevator.
I heard her groaning audibly which made my lips to curve up into a smile.
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We ordered the food a while ago and are waiting for it to be served.
"If the food is not nice I am not leaving you" she said looking around.
I look at her amusingly tilting my head.
" you do know it's an four star restaurant?" I asked crossing my arms
" I do and I also know that these so called four restaurants of your, they seriously sucks when it comes to quantity of food" she said putting her hands on table leaning forward.

Our food arrived after what felt like a minute but by her rants I can tell it's been 30 minutes. During the time we were waiting for food she ranted about how picky my cousin is and bad the heels she is wearing are.

I never knew these rants can also sound this interesting someday to me maybe it can be because the ways she speaks. The way she moves her hand trying to explain her point or the way she taped her hand on the table to justify her point or the way she speaks something in some other language I don't understand how she makes useless stuff as much as rants about heel so interesting that one can listen to it without getting bored. Those 30 minutes were the most quickest 30 minutes in my life.

When food arrived waiter asked us whether he should serve or we will do it ourselves.
She politey refused him and served us both.

She smelt the food first and then put a fork full of noodle in her mouth. She closed her eyes enjoying the taste.
"How's it?" I asked her before I can stop myself
"Better then expected " she said composing herself as if she remembering that she was supposed to criticize it.

I chuckled at her and opened a can of coke for her and poured it in glass for her then kept it on her side while she was busy eating. I did the same for myself and started eating as well.