Chapter 15


    ANUSHIYA SMITH


    While walking into the airport for the first time we were walking alone like nobody was there except


    either sidewall, only I and him and Charles. First of all, I thought, this way was nothing like they''d


    shown in movies it was more like private. When we turned right, two men wearing ck suits started


    following us from nowhere. I was scared like was he going to kidnap me or going to murder me? He


    was walking faster than me. Of course! He was taller than me so he should be fast at walking, Arjun I''d


    say. I tried to keep up with his speed as two men from nowhere trying to catch up our speed.


    Now, I was really confused, why were they following us?


    As I walked behind him finally we get to see the sunlight on our skin. "Wow," I muttered under my


    breath as a little private jut wasnded on the runway. I didn''t expect that I was going to travel in that


    private jet until he walks towards it. He didn''t even give a backward nce at me or anything.


    First of all, who''s he? What''s his professional? And why I didn''te to know that he can afford a


    private jet? Amma or Jo didn''t bother to mention this and why was that?


    I didn''t ask him anything as I sat across from him on that expensive leather seat. He took hisptop out


    and flicked opened and hid my face with that screen. I didn''t mind. I was already looking outside views,


    anyway.


    I was having thousands of questions on my mind but as usual, I didn''t have a gut or reason to ask him.


    Wearing a saree on the flight wasn''tfortable for me so I thought about changing into something


    comfortable. Thanks to the aunt, Devi who gave me a dress which I''ve to wear once after the jet took


    off. "Restroom?" I asked him, who gave me directions without looking away from his screen.


    "Straight and left,"


    Unfortunately aunt, Devi, and uncle, Steve told me that she needs some more time with her family in


    India for a couple of days and so was the uncle.


    Once I finished changing I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad. I was wearing denim jeans and a


    white t-shirt on top of that jacket. I freed my hair from those thousands of pins and pulled my hair back


    into a messy bun. I took off all the golden bangles from my hand and ced them into my bag safely.


    And I wore the sentimental golden bracelet that my appa presented me when I was studying high


    school. And finally, I wiped those paints that were painted on my face for photographs.


    "You look like Priyanka Chopra, Anu!" Charles eximed, that makes me blush but not better enough


    to make my cheek pink.


    When I got back to my seat I felt that someone was staring at me. From the corner of my eyes, I stare


    at Arjun for confirmation.


    That was him!


    His looks were surprised as I did something quite he didn''t expect. Hisptop closed as his hands were


    reced where he just kept hisptop a, minutes ago. Suddenly my heartbeat was raising from ground


    to sky. I was also getting Goosebumps.


    "Here," he pointed me an empty seat beside him. For a note, all the ces were empty in that jet.


    I stood without thinking but thought for a moment whether ept his offer or not. I thought what if was


    going to kill me because killing people who were sitting beside me was easier than killing the people


    who were sitting across from you. Within those seconds I put this mathematical, algebra, geometry


    calction.


    Just to sit beside him.


    Once I satfortably on the chair, he cleared his throat as if he was going to advise me or something.


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    He leans forward from his chair. "Don''t do anything stupid after we reached New York. And... don''t


    answer to anyone how we get married and when we get married until I told you to." He told me with a


    stern voice and that makes me jump but I was good at control too. He saw that I was listening and


    didn''t answer anything, "Huh?" he said as if I wasn''t listening.


    I don''t know who''ll ask me those questions. "Who''ll ask?" I asked doubted. Then I went with, "Yeah, I


    understand." I whispered.


    He gave me that good girl look on his face.


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