AsYa FF: Unreachable || Note (p.58) - Page 15

Originally posted by: --Evon--

Hi! I wanted to update before the week started. It is shorter, but I hope you like it.. Once again, thanks for all the responses!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
I'm pretty sure that without those, it would've taken longer to write this chapter. Honestly! So 🤗

So we pick up with Asad leaving...

Chapter 9

One mistake

You know, the people who say never do anything good for anyone... they are right. It's useless. Help someone and then get insulted in return. Perfect! She can spend time with her favorite Arhan all she wants.

She cares too much about reputation and unfortunately that guy happened to have a clean slate. But I've heard enough of him from others who had a different opinion. She'll eventually get to know him really well.

I looked at my wrist watch and unnecessarily barked at the driver to hurry up. There was still enough time till my flight.

She was a headache. And she hates me. Good riddance. God help him if he ever goes to her help.

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"Arhan" I whispered uncertain of what was happening. Mr. Khan's warning reappeared at the back of my mind.

He grinned. "At least you are awake, I can't figure out if others are dead or asleep. I need some suggestions on these."He raised the designs in his hand.

I smiled back. "Hold on a sec." I let go of the door to get my jacket since it would be cold in the lobby or any caf that's open. One thing I was very clear about Goa was that it is a cold place.

But before I could even walk a few steps away from the door, Arhan stepped inside. I jumped up when I realized he was right behind me. Without paying any attention to me, he walked past me.

The room was quite big for a regular hotel room (Ok, it was perfect for a 5-star hotel's regular room, I just wasn't used to it). On the left side from the door was a king-size bed with side tables and a dresser neatly spaced like some high-end showroom display. A seating area was straight ahead and Arhan spent no time charging ahead to spill everything he had on the coffee table that was surrounded by two couches.

He promptly took a seat on one of those couches facing the opposite direction. I sighed. I wasn't really planning on having him in my room... past midnight... two of us alone. I'm not that dumb.

He was so unassuming that I didn't know how to tell him to relocate. He had already opened one of the designs. "I need another perspective on this."

I was still standing by the door wondering what the wisest choice is. He... is a good person... right?

He looked over his shoulder at me. "Are you going to keep standing there? I didn't come here to tour your room, I want to tour your mind."

Finally closing the door, I walked to the couch opposite his as he eagerly asked for my opinions on his designs.

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My flight was announced and I got up to go. The matter with Zoya was still fresh on mind worrying me and frustrating me. But I warned her and now it's her responsibility.

So I got on the plane to leave Goa.

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Arhan and I worked for over an hour before I started feeling sleepy. I was reaching for my phone across table to look at the time, but he picked it up.

"1:02" He said holding the screen up so I could see it.

"You're not going to sleep?" I asked him as I stretched. He shrugged.

But, then he suddenly moved his attention from his papers to me. He stared at me for a few seconds before proposing, "Would you date me?"

I laughed because obviously that was a joke. My laughter didn't stop until I saw that he didn't look away, instead his stare had become more intense.

"Surprised?" He gave me a crooked smile.

I nodded. My mouth hung slightly open. Surely, he wasn't serious, I thought again.

He eased into the couch breaking the stare as his smile turned into a smirk. "I have only seen three types of women in my life: those who fall over themselves trying to impress me to be my girlfriend or those who try the hard-to-get approach in getting the position. Oh and there's a third type, those I'm not interested in..."

I was trying to gauge his intentions while my mind worked on hyper drive trying to process my situation and his sudden personality change.

Meeting my gaze once again, he added, "You are the first one to not fall in any of these categories."

I tried to smile to diffuse the situation, but I couldn't. So, I took the direct approach, "W-What do you want?"

"Date me." He said simply, leaning forward in his seat like he was asking about my taste in coffee.

I shrank back subconsciously as my brain tried to find a way out of this room, away from him. His friendly nature that I previously loved made him seem like a self-assured rich, entitled man who could be as terrifying with his smile as he was once charming.

The door was too far and I would have to go past him to reach it. The window behind me had rails and it was shut tight. We were on the 7^th floor, no one would hear me from this height even if I managed to open it. Lastly, my eyes fell on the phone that was closer to him than it was to me.

My heart dropped when he picked up my phone and shut it off but not before adding, "so it doesn't bother us."

Clarifying that he knew what was going on in my mind, he smiled at me like you would at the futile actions of a kid. "The door is far, the window is closed, the phone is off. Now that we got that over with, care to answer me."

As if I had a choice.

"And if I say no?" I asked cautiously.

"You wouldn't." His confidence added to my nervousness. He rested his hands on his knees and chuckled at me, "Why would you do that?"

He talked with ease and comfort - like it was a business deal - except for the occasionally smirk giving away the amusement he felt. I was disgusted.

I had a plan in mind: to distract him and run for the door. So, I feigned curiosity, "Why do you like me?"

He tilted his head. "I'm bored with all the run of mill girls in short, skimpy dress with the mind of a five-year old. You're so much better. Smart and perceptive. Beautiful as well."

Instead of distracting him, I was distracted for a second at his praise since he sounded so convincing. I mentally slapped myself, those compliments are the reason I'm stuck in this situation. I can't use any brain activity to be flattered by him.

"But I won't mind seeing you in those dresses though." He added with a wink.

I had to use all self-control I had to not gag at his sleazy comment; his compliment long forgotten.

He seemed distracted enough with his thoughts when I jumped and made a run for the door. But I barely crossed him, when he grabbed my hand pulling me back.

His grip was so tight I could feel the bruises on my arm. I whimpered, "Let me go!"

He was too strong and was easily restraining me despite my continuous struggle. He leaned in inches from my face and I abruptly stopped, mortified that he was about to kiss me. But he didn't. He smirked at me.

"Stop struggling or I will really kiss you." I froze. Was he teasing me?

"Good! And now agree to go out with me!" He was trying to be sweet to me? I wasn't sure. I think he was honestly trying... Would anyone believe this crazy person?

I started struggling again wincing at the throbbing pain on my arm. "Stop it! Please!" I shouted at him.

He glared at me finally losing all his (fake?) sweetness. "I've never been rejected by anyone.."

The implied warning was how dare you?'

He threw me backwards on the couch and shook his head at me - disappointed. "If you just agree to give me a chance, we wouldn't have to go through this, you know."

He talked as if it was my fault we're in this situation! He was trying to hide his temper through a smile but displeasure was clearly visible on his face.

He waited for my answer. "hmm?"

"Fine, I'll date you!" I screamed back at him through the angry tears that had streamed down my face once realization set in about my desperate situation. There was no rule to say I can't lie.

He straightened up and crossed his arms across his chest. "Spend the night with me then."

My eyes widened as I looked up at his dead serious face - a challenge. He knew that I would have gone back on my word.

This was this guy's real face. This was Arhan's real face. I was so wrong about it. About everything.

I shivered and hugged myself. I see no way out of this.

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