"Dikhai nahi deta kya? 😠" she snapped, trying to steady herself and her scooty as she was just about to fall. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and for a moment, her breath got stuck in her throat.

"Ma'am, aapki galti hai. Aap wrong side aa rahi thi," the driver said as he stepped out of the car.

"Dekho, Uncle! Galti aapki hai. Apni galti maano aur maafi maango," she replied angrily.

Within minutes, a small crowd gathered around them. Seeing a young girl arguing with an older man, many people assumed the driver had tried to misbehave with her and immediately took her side.

Hearing the commotion outside, the owner of the car finally stepped out.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored black formal suit, he looked effortlessly handsome. His sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and calm yet intimidating aura made him stand out from everyone around him. Girls and even boys couldn't help but steal glances at him, but he didn't spare anyone a single look.

Instead, his gaze stopped on the girl standing in front of his car.

She was wearing a black mask and a helmet. Only her expressive eyes were visible.

"What happened, Uncle?" he asked calmly.

The driver narrated the entire incident.

Just then, her phone rang.

She removed her helmet and answered the call.

"Haan... main college pahunch gayi hoon. Baad mein call karti hoon," she said before disconnecting the call.

A smirk appeared on his lips.

(Ohh... yeh toh jhooth bhi bolti hai.) 😏 he thought.

She slipped her phone back into her pocket and finally turned towards him.

The moment their eyes met...

Time seemed to stop.

She blinked twice.

(Hayee... kinna sona hai yeh.) 😳 she thought unconsciously.

But she immediately scolded herself.

(Control kar, pagli! Handsome hone se kya hota hai? Galti toh iski hi hai.) 😤

She glared at him once again.

On the other hand, the moment he saw her eyes properly, he forgot everything around him.

For a second, it felt as if his heart had skipped a beat.

(Hayye Rabba... kya nasheeli aankhein hain iski... bilkul chaand jaisi.)

He snapped out of his thoughts when his driver spoke.

"Madam, aap jaanti bhi hain yeh kaun hain? Yeh chahein toh aapko ghutno par laa sakte hain. Bas ek baar sorry bol dijiye aur baat khatam kijiye."

Who knew... one day she would actually be on her knees in front of him?(Hehe) 🌚

She folded her arms across her chest.

"Yeh kya Pradhan Mantri hai?" she asked in an irritated tone.

He couldn't stop himself from chuckling.

"Jalli ladki," he mumbled under his breath.

The driver stared at him in disbelief.

Was that really him?

But then he decided to ignore it.

Meanwhile, several people had already started clicking his pictures.

The driver was about to speak again when he stopped him.

"What do you want, Miss? Money?"

"Give me your address or phone number. I'll send you the repair cost."

"Oye hello, Mister! Apne paise ka rob kisi aur ko dikhana. 😠😤"

She was about to say something else when her phone rang again.

The moment she looked at the caller ID, the colour drained from her face.

He noticed the fear that flashed across her eyes.

For some unknown reason...

He didn't like seeing that fear.

Without saying another word, she quickly wore her helmet, started her scooty, and sped away.

(Billi ki speed hai iski.) 😂 he thought, watching her disappear into the traffic.

"Kaisi ladki thi yeh? Itni der se lad rahi thi. Paise bhi nahi chahiye the aur sirf ek 'sorry' ke peeche padi thi," the driver muttered.

"I want every single detail about her," he ordered his guards.

The driver's face turned pale.

"Sir... woh bacchi hai. Uski koi galti nahi thi. Galti meri thi. Please uske saath kuch mat kariyega." 🙏🏻 he pleaded.

But he wasn't listening anymore.

His eyes were still fixed on the road where she had disappeared.

He was already in a completely different zone.