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"I can't frankly understand how you are not affected by this heat."
"It is because I've been living here since I was conceived. So, Iam used to it."
"However, I'll never get used to it.." Namjoon dabbed his face for the hundredth time and tossed the facial wipe into the bin. His patience was being tested by the heat. But he knew he had to go on. Everything has a price, and if he still wants to enjoy Nyra's company, he must endure this scorching agony.
"You shouldn't be my girlfriend.."Namjoon's words drew Nyra's attention, and she gave him a sidelong glance. "Instead, you should marry me for the things I'm doing for you,"
Nyra snickered and then glared at him. Currently, both of them were in an auto-rickshaw on their way to their destination. Finally, Nyra had successfully secured a workshop exclusively for herself with few artisans ready to help her with the furniture.
"Umm...Thank you," she mentioned all of a sudden. "For this. I mean your help isn't unconditional but I really appreciate it."
"You are welcome," Namjoon said with a genuine smile on his dimpled face.
Her gaze became fixed on his small indentation, making it tough for her to look away. It's like when you see something you have never seen before and can't avert your eyes, because it's just too cute. Meanwhile, the driver began cramming passengers into the vehicle. Nyra didn't notice until two others sat next to her, pushing her closer to Namjoon.
"What the hell?" She shifted her gaze around the space. Two people were sitting beside the driver and two beside her.
"Uncle! You can't just stuff people inside this, we have reserved this vehicle!"
The driver turned around and glowered at her. Nyra became enraged because she does not ride in a shared vehicle. She always makes a reservation and pays whatever the driver requests. But today she didn't call the ride, Namjoon did.
"Didn't you reserve it?" she asked with an annoyed tone while the women sitting beside her elbowed her unconsciously.
Namjoon scratched his head, "I don't think I reseved it, I just called the driver and told him to take us to the place."
"Urghh!! We need to take another ride. Uncle stop the auto!" Nyra demanded but the driver dismissed her request with a scoff. "Why the fuck isn't he listening to me?" She got so pissed that she wanted to jump off this stupid auto which doesn't understands its capacity.
"Why don't you tell him to stop the vehicle?" Nyra complained to Namjoon. Her face inches close to him. And their body clung together as if someone glued them.
Does she thinks I am stupid? Namjoon was adamant about not getting off because the person he adores is technically stuck to him, and he enjoys it. "I don't think a man with blonde hair and pink highlights will sway him."
