"Three months dating contract," I laugh. "You want me to sign this contract on what basis?" I change my tone a little. I forget I was respectful with him a while ago, before reading this shit.
Is he out of his mind. He called me here to sign this st...
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Natasha
My hands have been hurting a lot since he told me to carry those shopping bags. Did his parents really raise him as a gentleman or not? Cause he doesn’t know how to treat women.
He literally visited the entire fucking mall just to buy this shits. He doesn’t have any fashion sense. I only came here to eat, but because of his addiction to clothes and fashion he made my stomach and hunger miserable.
And for the present time, I’m holding his shopping bags in my hands. Just like a personal servant.
“Mr. Shekhawat can you please help me with those bags?” I ask politely. Even though it’s bothering me I can’t let my anger out on him. I’m not scared of him, but the way he threatened me with that video clip I have to act like a normal person.
“I’m sorry Miss. Desai, but I’m tired right now. Please take care of my belongings,” he waves his hand in the air.
“Tired? Because of what? Shopping?” I frown.
“You are right. It’s my first time buying a lot of things. And we are dating so it’s your responsibility to take care of me,”
“Bullshit. Who said we are dating? And if you are talking about that agreement, it’s your responsibility to take care of me,” I drop all the bags on the ground. I signed that fucked contract so he will not ruin my future but he’s taking advantage of it.
“So you are saying that there’s no responsibility for girls to take care of their man while dating? That’s not fair, we also deserve princess treatment,” he pouts pretending to be a baby girl.
What the fuck!?
“Princess treatment? I’d never ask for it. And who told you men also deserve princess treatment?”
“It’s me. Any comments?” He tilts his head, challenging me to argue with him.
I sigh. I’m not interested in arguing with him. He will definitely win, using his crazy and stupid common senses.
“Now please open the door so I can sit and go home,” he smirks.
“God has already gifted you two hands, why don’t you just use them,” I taunt him. This man is literally out of his mind.
“Don’t you remember what I said a while ago, I also deserve a princess treatment, now open it darling,” he leans on the car, waiting for me to open up the door.
sigh again deeply and open the door regretting my existence.
“Put those bags inside the car. See you tomorrow,” he chuckles. I scoff while watching his car disappear into the thick crowd.
