Chapter : 11 - Red Like Tomatoes

"I need Sahara's private Instagram handle, not the public one". He asked calmly.

''Are you kidding with me, Samir? How am I supposed to do this?' I asked about his deal.

'A deal is a deal, Bhabhi. The choice is yours,' he said with a mischievous smile.

'Where on earth have I gotten myself into? How am I supposed to give him her ID, where she only posts stuff about him?' What will Sahara do to me if she finds out I've given her ID to Samir?

But I can't risk it if Samir tells Aziz. Taking deep breaths, I agreed to his deal.

'Okay, fine, I'll give it to you. Not now, but in college, but you also promised Sahara shouldn't know about this, and you won't tell Aziz anything.'

'Absolutely, not Bhabhi, why would I?' He said, smiling at me. 'I'll take my leave then, enjoy your time with my Bhai,' he said, winking at me and walking towards the door.

'Why, Allah, why, My life is filled with dramatic people? I'm dealing with so many drama queens here.'

"Now I was waiting for Mr. Nader to come. I haven't addressed him by his first name yet. I love his name because when I get angry with him, I internally scream 'Azizz,' so I love doing it.

While I was roaming my gaze around while eating the walnuts, I saw him coming while cleaning his shirt with his handkerchief."

Because his shirt was wet, his toned abs were completely visible through his white shirt, which no longer looked like a shirt, rather than a transparent shirt. My mouth dropped open as I saw him approaching, walnuts still in my mouth.

"No, no, Uns, this is so wrong. You shouldn't see him. My eyes are pure, but my idiot heart is refusing to tear my eyes away from him.

Not my fault. Who told him to look this handsome and hot at the same time? And he just wore a shirt and came, nothing under it? And if that wasn't enough, he has to wear a white shirt. Seriously, Aziz, have some mercy on me."

I was still gazing at him when he closed my mouth with his hands and whispered,

"I know it's hard to tear your eyes away from my abs, but don't worry, it's all yours."

He whispered, coming closer towards me and removing a loose strand of hair from the front, sending electric shocks through my whole body. I literally shivered when his finger touched my skin.

He sat beside me, but I was totally frozen to even respond to him. He flicked his fingers at me, bringing me back to earth.

I got up instantly and straight went to my cabin, fetching my black coat and covering him with it.

He looked shocked by my actions, but I couldn't care less. All I wanted now was to keep him away from the other eyes staring at his abs.

He smiled to himself, thinking something, but here my heart doesn't have any control over his smile.

"I smell something burning here," he said, looking at me with his devilish eyes staring into mine.

I blinked and moved my gaze from him, looking around.

"I guess someone's cheeks are burning red, like a tomato," he said, seeing my cheeks, which were indeed red like tomatoes right now.

I controlled my blushing and turned towards him, saying in my cold tone, "I think you forgot what I said to you earlier this morning, Nader.

I will not spare a minute to punch you right in your face."

He smiled again and said, "I know, Ms. Reza, and I would be happy to get the privilege to be touched by your hands. At least I'll feel your touch," he said, still smiling and staring at me.

"How Bhegairat are you, Nader," I said, taken aback by his flirting level.

"You're absolutely incredible, Nader. How can you just flirt with me?" I asked him.

"I don't flirt, Uns. I'm just telling the truth," he said, his voice deep and husky.

His every action was affecting me. I wouldn't be able to control myself if he keep saying all this things.

I got up and took a cloth from the counter, about to clean the juice that had spilled on the table, but he held my hand, asking, "Why are you doing this?"

"It's nothing big, Nader. I can do it," I replied.

"But I can't let my woman do this," he said, taking the cloth from my hand and cleaning it himself.

He called me his woman? Am I dreaming right now?

"You don't have to do this," I said, trying to control my stuttering.

He looked up at me and said, "Don't worry, from now on, I'll have to get used to it, to handle my Ms Bhedang's clumsiness."

Just control yourself, Uns. Don't blush in front of him, idiot. Don't let him know what you feel for him.

After cleaning, we sat again. This time it was pure silence, but my heart was racing with his silence.

I hate it when he doesn't talk.

Then he spoke, "I heard you had a nightmare last night?"

"How did you know?" I asked him back.

"Sahara told me," he said.

This Sahara is literally bhai ki chamchi, she doesn't keep anything to herself.

"It was nothing," I replied dryly, not wanting to talk about it.

Maybe he understood, as he didn't ask anything further.

"I shouldn't have shouted at you this morning," I started the conversation again, feeling guilty about my actions from earlier.

He didn't say anything, just stared at me with a blank expression.

I continued, "I was just stressed a bit, then we bumped, I fell down, and being in pain and frustration, I lashed out all my anger on you. So..."

"So?" he asked, waiting for me to say the next word.

"So... I apologize for that," I finally said it. Ah, it's very difficult to say this word.

"What? I didn't hear it? What did you just say, Ms. Reza?"

He is testing my patience now. I controlled myself and said, "I. Am. Sorry. Mr. Nader."

I pressed each word very clearly and loud enough for him to hear.

He smiled, then said, "Yeah, I accept it. No issue, even if you didn't apologize, I wouldn't be angry with you," he said while placing his hand on his forehead.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"How can I be angry with you, Uns, when I've gotten used to it?

Your scoldings, your anger, you calling me 'bhegairat,' I've gotten used to everything. Now, if you don't do this, then I might be angry," he said, his voice soft this time.

He isn't leaving any chance to increase my heartbeat.

My heart never raced so much for anyone, but it's increasing crazily for him. My heart likes him too.

I didn't say anything; he made me speechless.

After a while, gathering all my courage, I said, "I don't see myself as girlfriend material, Nader."

He smirked and whispered near my ear, saying, "I admit it, because you're beyond that; you're wife material, Ms. Reza."

I started coughing at his statement. He brought water and started making me drink, one glass after another. I gave him death glares, saying,

"You're too Bhegairat Nader."

"Oh, what's wrong with that? I'm just telling the truth. I don't want you to be my girlfriend, Uns, directly my wife," he said, giving his innocent smile.

"Oh Allah, how can you be so direct, Nader? You just can't say it so casually," I said, looking at him, who was still on his knees as he made me drink water.

He looked into my eyes and said, "This is the truth, Uns. Whether today or tomorrow, you'll be mine." His voice was stern and cold this time, his face expressionless.

Sometimes it's difficult to understand him; one moment he's all happy and giggly like a small kid, the next moment his demeanor changes to dark and serious.

I broke eye contact and got up to leave when he said, "Wait for a moment."

"Why?" I asked.

"Just want to look at you a little longer," he replied.

Unknown to me, tears started flowing freely from my eyes, but I couldn't let him see this.

I turned back and went to my cabin, locking the door. I straightaway went to the washroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

How? How can someone love me so much? And why does he love me so much? I couldn't detect any lie from his words. Do I deserve his love, his care, his stares? Why do I feel a sense of peace around him? Why does my heart race whenever he is around?

I tried my best to hate him, to insult him, so that he would see I am not worth his love, but this man is giving me every reason to love him deeply.

He knows about my allergy and bought flowers that wouldn't affect me, and he knows how to handle my mood. He even asked about my nightmare with concern.

The things that I want my dad to notice and do, he is doing them all.

"Kahi aisa na ho ki baab ki mohabbat pane ke junun mein, main apni mohabbat kho bhaithu.

Us shaqshs ko kholu joh mujhse beinteha mohabbat karta hai".

I got up, but my mood is as fresh as a flower right now, with all the memories of us replaying in my mind. I closed my eyes, only for her face to appear.

I'm sure she said, "I am all yours," to me.

It's not possible that I can forget something said by Uns or misinterpret any of her words.

I can't stop smiling, still remembering how jealous she was when other women were staring at my abs, and the way her cheeks turned red like tomatoes. From now onwards, my favorite fruit is tomatoes, my favorite color is red, and I even thought about her nickname, "tomato." It suits her very much.

My tomato choked on her walnuts when I told her I don't want to make her my girlfriend, but rather my wife directly. Indeed, she is going to be a wonderful wife, my lioness wife. Like fire, like a tomato, like fresh daisies.

It's true that, no matter what, I will make her mine, mine forever. Among all those girls, she is the only one who captured my full attention, not just with her beauty, but with her eyes, then her voice.

Her beauty is just a plus point; her short temper is a challenge for me. She has the audacity to insult me and make me stutter in front of her.

She has every quality I didn't want in my ideal woman. And now I want her to be her. I fell in love with the way she is.

And I still don't know much about her. There is something bothering her. She was smiling with me yesterday, but still, there was something in her eyes that told me she's sad.

I'll wait until you feel comfortable with me to share your problems with me, Uns. And I need to find out about her nightmares.

A normal nightmare can't do anything to my fire. It's indeed something serious. There's something she's afraid of, and I will do everything in my hand to protect you.

I'll try my best to alleviate your fears, Uns. Because the Uns I love is very strong, strong enough to even punch my face. I will not let you break yourself, Uns.

With a calm smile, I inhaled her perfume from the coat she covered me with yesterday. Her jasmine fragrance is so calming, opposite to her fiery nature. I smiled, remembering how fiery she is.

She told me to return it, but will I? Absolutely not! It's mine now. She is mine, so why can't her coat be mine too? Now I have two mementos of her, one is her red scarf and now her coat. Very soon, I will have her too.

I went downstairs after completing my daily routine, and my tea was ready. After drinking it, I was now ready to go to college and meet her. Well, it's Uns, so it's obvious that we will never have a normal meeting.

Excited to experience a new adventure with her, I was on my way to college while eagerly turning on the transmitter to hear her melodic yet cold voice.

She was talking on the phone with someone about a science model.

"Ezzeh, I'm very nervous. I hope Professor Adam approves our project," she was saying.

"Oh, so today madam is very busy. I hope I would be able to see her."

After parking the car, I went towards the main hall. I was searching to catch just one glance of her when someone called me. I took the call; it was Samir.

I was busy talking to him while roaming here and there, when I turned around, I saw someone's heart had fallen down.

I mean, someone's heart model had fallen down. My gaze was still down, only then her jasmine fragrance hit my nose.

No, Aziz, no. Don't let this girl be Uns. Let it be any other girl; they'll automatically melt by my charm. But my charms won't work with Uns. Please don't be Uns. I beg you.

Just yesterday we were smiling and enjoying each other's company. If she finds out it's me again, then she'll definitely kill me right now, right here.

I slowly looked up while crossing my fingers, only to meet her fiery eyes glaring deep into mine - dark blue eyes, as if she'll punch me anytime now.

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