Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Nine•~~

"Hey!" She yelled.

"450 TL," the woman replied professionally.

"Here," he murmured, giving the said money to the woman.

She glared at him and stomped her feet hard on the ground. "Keep this yourself then."

Boiling with anger, she walked out of the shop. He apologetically looked at the woman before taking both of their shopping bags and following her outside.

"You didn't keep me as your bodyguard, Miss. Take your shopping bag by yourself," he announced from behind her, taking swift steps in her way.

She closed her eyes to control herself before turning around. "This is not mine. You brought it. Keep it yourself, you moron."

He gritted his brows and showed his own shopping bag to her. "This is mine. That is yours, Miss."

"It's not from my money," she grumbled, folding her arms over her chest. "Give this as well to your sister, your mother, or your girlfriend. I damn care. If you think actions like this will make me mesmerized by some cheap womanizers like you then it's your foolishness."

He smiled widely and paced near her. "It's your foolishness to think that I did all this to mesmerize you, Miss. Sarakchaap larkon k tarah. I need a payback for my favor."

(A/N:- Sarakchaap larke: Boys roaming on the street and doing nothing)

She was dumbfounded to find that he could speak Urdu. Was he a Pakistani and a Muslim?

She twisted her face. "Oh, Mister! What kind of favor? I didn't beg you to help me. Who are you and from where did you come from, sticking to me like a moth? Take your way and get lost or else I'll call the police."

"How can you do that, Miss? When your handbag having your phone is in my possession?" He smirked dangerously. She somehow left her bag in the store in frustration and he got a hand on it. Stupid she. Her heart skipped a beat, not at what he said but at what she saw.

There was a line of red blood dripping from his hand over the ground. Was he bleeding?

"If you need your possession back, you need to help me with my wound. I want a refuge till my help arrives and you are going to do that. I'll ensure no danger to you," he declared, still calmly. He gazed at the cute chain around the hook of her handbag and his lips moved to form her name written over there. "Andi."

No danger? She didn't know she was going to be in a huge trouble because of him.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "And what if I refuse?"

He stared at her handbag and smiled. "This one looks like an expensive piece from some costly brand. It's gonna lend me some good money in hand if I sell it. If you possess a handbag of such quality and brand, you must be rich. Not to forget you must have kept some money or your card inside along with your branded phone as well. Perhaps I can survive on the money I get from your things for a few months. And of course, your passport and id card are here. I can blackmail you for more."

Andaleeb's whole body froze with fury as she glared at him and lunged towards him, trying to snatch her handbag but that cunning guy also didn't play his game that openly. He pushed it inside his underpocket. "You bastard, give my purse back to me, or else I will shout."

He blinked. "Dare to do that and I'll answer everyone with this." Her eyes widened when she saw him bringing out a gun from his pocket.

Within an instant, he took out her passport and stared at it. "Andaleeb Sultan, Age 21, Nationality Pakistan. Hmm."

"Wh...who are you?" She asked, clenching her teeth.

"First give me a place to spend this night and help me with my wound. Then I'll take your every question," he said, his husky voice sounding annoying to her now.

She was stuck here with this weird and mysterious man whom she was supposed to help. She again stared at the fine line of blood dribbling on the floor. Who the hell was he? And why was he so keen on hiding himself? A criminal, a bad person, or someone who would put her in a danger. But she couldn't risk her belongings or worse life with him if he would actually pull a trigger over her head. He had skillfully pulled her to a place which was barren, narrow and there was none.

She raised a brow. "What's the guarantee that you will actually return my things to me?"

Something flickered over his expression before he pulled out a gold chain having a tear-shaped design from the edge of his gun and gave it to her. "I have yours and you can have mine. We can both return our things to each other once I leave."

Andaleeb was suspicious of his actions but she took the chain from him. Eyeing it curiously, she pushed it inside her jeans pocket.

"I am not native. I am here on a vacation and I am staying at a hotel," she murmured.

With the hotel's mention, she remembered about her sister as well. Daneen would be coming back anytime soon after her date. How would she hide this annoying, grown-up up, and tall man in front of her?

That was her mistake. People say that one shouldn't roam alone in a foreign country like this. She just wanted to do some exploration as she was left alone by Daneen and that too because Andaleeb herself pushed her sister. And apart from that, she talked to that strange man. Who knew what would this small help in choosing a dress for his sister would bring up for her?

God knew what was this guy who was moving around the NYC with a damned gun and he was manipulating people as he did with her.

He grinned, his blue eyes twinkling more. "Sounds adventurous to share a hotel room with a gorgeous lady."

She scowled at him. "Shut up, you pervert."

And that was too weird, dangerous, and annoying that she had to take that mysterious criminal guy to her hotel because somehow the trigger of the gun was peeking through his underpocket the whole way which was only visible to Andaleeb.

NYC was bringing a dangerous ride for her for sure.

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