CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 30
Dua rizvi. Your taking to long." Armaan yelled from the door. He was wearing a white shirt with
superman logo on it and faded jeans.
"Just five more minutes. Wait." She yelled climbing down the stairs.
Armaan looked at her climbing down. She wore a cream colour gown with long sleeves and a matching
color hijab. Armaan was watching her each and every move as she come down. But she didn't made
her to him instead she went into the kitchen. That made armaan sulk a little.
"Yes. And also take care of the house." She said coming to hall again with maid behind her."and call
me if something's off. You have my number right." She said looking back at her. The maid just nodded
at her.
Dua made her way to armaan. "Let's go" she said. Armaan smiled and shook his head at her.
He began to walk with dua behind her like a lost puppy. He opened the shotgun door for her. She rolled
her eyes at him and sat in. Armaan jogged to the driver's seat and hopped in.
He began to drive. A silence sat in the car. Both of them waiting for other to speak first.
"Were exactly are we going to" dua said breaking the ice first.
"Well. It's a restaurant of my friend. It's quite famous." He said and she just nodded at him.
Dua began to look out of windows watching the seen passing by.
Armaan pulled into a parking place.
" we have to cross the road." He said turning the engine off. Both exited the car at same time. Dua
made her way to armaan's side. There wasn't any signal so they had to cross in between the moving
cars. (A/N:India roads) they were waiting for a car to move. Armaan grabbed her hand and began to
cross the road. For a fraction of seconds dua's body froze on his place but since she wasn't interested
in getting hit by a car she began to move along with him.
But she actually felt an heart attack when he kept holding her hand even after they reached.
A woman came an met them at the door, she kept looking at armaan. Intensity. Dua was watching it
and was getting irritated. She wanted to wave their holding hand in front of her. To claim something.
Seeing that the lady isn't speaking anything he decided to spoke first.
"Table for two."armaan said.
The women recover quickly and began to escort them to a table. They both sat and armaan left dua's
which he didn't knew he was holding. Dua began to miss his hand seconds later it left her.
She cleared her throat but it was more her self. Armaan awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
"Let's see. What we can order." Armaan said flipping through the pages of the menu.
Dua followed the same.
"I'll select the dessert. The rest is with you to decide." She said.
A waiter came and took their orders.
"Dua" he said.
"Huh" she said still looking around the hotel.
"Seems like you don't want to go to the college." Armaan said.
A scowl formed on dua's face. " they already hired a substitute for a month. And exams are starting
soon so don't need me anymore. I think I have to join directly for the next academic year." She said.
"It's alright. You must enjoy your holidays." He said.
It made her scowl deepen. " I get bored alone at home. And you ask me too enjoy." She said.
"Hey. If I were you I would have do all the things I wanted to but could never get time for it to do." He
said looking at her.
"Something I didn't had time to do." She said as she began thinking about it.
"I always wanted to learn how to bake." She said as she remembered watching millions of cake baking © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.
video but never attempted to make one.
"See." Armaan said smiling at her. She looked at him and asked. " what's something you wanted to do
but never had time to."
"Me. I think I would probably go for holidays in Bahamas" he said without thinking much.
"Rich people." Dua said mocking him.
"Don't you think we sail same boat. You are rich too." Armaan said.
Dua kept silent for a while before speaking "I am not. My father was." She said with sadness in her
voice.
"Hey. Why don't you ask ammi to show you baking. She really make good cakes. You know. You must
ask her about it." Armaan said lying to her. There was no way his ammi could bake anything.
"Hmm. I guess I should" she said still thinking about something deeply.
"Here's your ravioli ma'am." The waiter said with a bitter tone, putting forward a plate in front of dua.
She turned towards armaan and placed his plate gently in front of him.
It made dua annoy.
The began to eat there food chatting about anything randomly.
"Stone, paper, scissors" both armaan and dua said together.
"Yes. I won." Dua yelled happily as she made a scissors sign while armaan did papers.
"Yes. You did." Armaan said smiling at dua.
"Then 'kungfu panda' it is." She said.
"Yes. Your highness." Armaan said getting up and began to play her choice movie while armaan
wanted to watch a fast and furious.
Dua chuckled at armaan's reply. Soon the movie began to play.
Dua had a bowl of popcorn on her lap. she began to eat as she watched the movie. Armaan slowly
crept his hand in the bowl without making her know. But his hand got a slap by her.
"Get your own one mr." She said. Armaan pouted at her.
"Fine. Don't sulk now." She said handing him the bowl. He took it happily.
Armaan was bored out of his mind watching some animals doing karate and all.
"Let's watch a horror movie after this." Armaan said.
"Horror movie." Dua said her face showed pure fear on it.
"Why. Is mrs. dua rizvi scared to watch horror movie." Armaan said wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"No. I am not." She said in as much confidence she can.
"Then why don't we watch a horror movie next. Challenge." He said.
"Challenge" she said gulping.
"Dua. You have to watch. You can't cover your eyes with the pillow." Armaan said.
Dua glared at him and began to watch back without pillow to cover.
Armaan wasn't watching the movie he was watching the whole time.
Dua faced turned more dark as the seen involved where this women was in abounded haunted house.
Armaan watched dua's face and then the seen then again her face. As an idea crept in his mind. Dua
was watching the movie with her 100% concentration. The women in the movie turned slowly as
someone began to call her name soft. She turned and scream seeing the ghost at same while dua
screamed because armaan scared her. Armaan fell flat on the couch and laughed off loudly.
Dua was very annoyed by his actions. She picked the pillow and began beating him with it.
"You. You. I'll kill you." She said but armaan was still laughing his heart content.
Armaan caught the pillow with which dua was hitting him. But dua pulled it back. Hence armaan pulled
it next but in the process dua came along with it. She fell on top of him with pillow in between them.
Dua's eyes widen but she didn't made attempts to move out. Armaan was starring in her eyes and
stared back into his. But were lost in each other. dua being dua began to get up. Blush crept on her
cheeks. While watching her blush armaan smirks.
"I am sleepy. I'll go first." She said and left.
Armaan smiled as he reruns the moment again and again.