Few things I would like to ask;
Firstly; some of you are asking for double update. For that, you need to wait more than a week, might be two weeks. That's why, I have stopped doing that because most of you are not ready to wait. So, I'm asking you; Single update every week or double update every two weeks? I'll go with the majority. Comment below.
Secondly; Give me your reviews about the book, it would help me to improvise the future updates. Are you satisfied with the story so far? Is it good or bad if it's not matching with your expectations?
And please guys, have some patience. I swear I publish the chapter as soon as I finish writing it. Its fun to see your curiosity in the comment section, but please don't get offended if I take longer time.
Ashar and Sanaya both are so cute!
Yay Happy Reading!
I muttered under breath and shoved him back.
"Why? It's because you want to keep an eye on me or you thought I would run away?"
Ashar became annoyed. He came forward and glowered at me, "Will you just stop pushing me? It's irritating."
He waited for me to respond, but I just rolled my eyes.
"And no, I want to see how teenagers party these days. It'll be a new experience." He answered to my questions.
I looked at him in disbelief, "Are you kidding me?"
"No, I'm quite serious." He replied solemnly.
I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.
He grabbed my arm, "Now, come on. Don't overload your small head."
He dragged me to the dance floor, this time not in a rough way, but rather slowly.
"Why are we on the dance floor?" I shouted because the music was quite loud.
He leaned on, got close to my ear, "I thought you wanted to dance?"
Was he watching me before?
He moved back his head and looked at me.
"Do you know how to dance?" I quizzed.
He shook his head in disbelief, then snaked his arms around me and pulled me close.
I got staggered and placed my hands on his chest involuntarily. My heart began beating unsteadily as his proximity brought back those sensations.
He held my hand and moved it up to his shoulder, "That's where you're supposed to keep your hand."
I twitched my lips.
He moved his face again close to my ear, brushing his cheek with mine, "You're really underestimating me. Girls really wanted to be paired up with me during such college parties."
He moved back his face and noticed my frown.
"I'm really not sure why are you doing this? The entire crowd here is from my college. They could recognize you. You shouldn't be here like this with me."
I slipped my hands down from his shoulder and put them on his arms and tried to let go of them.
The volume of the music was reduced. I was thankful. I could finally hear him clearly.
"Due to divert the attention of media from my marriage, I've been avoiding it for quite some time. Don't worry. It won't be easy to recognize me."
I was not paying even the slightest bit of attention on the news media since few weeks, so I didn't know whatever he was saying was true or not. But, I knew one thing that he was not going to leave me. He would keep getting under my skin and mess up with my head. My plan of distracting myself was now ruined.
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Am I Married? (Editing)Romance
Eighteen years old, Sanaya Frances was finding ways to earn more to gather money for her college tuition fee. She got a chance to work as a house cook for Hobsons - one of the richest families in New York City. At the job interview, she found that H...