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???? Who I Choose (Part 3)????
An India love action story….
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Continuation From the last Episode;
????️ Ashwini Pov ????️
You hear that Arjun?
I will choose hotshot over and over you!
I yelled inwardly as I leaned much closer to Rohit’s warm body.
I ignored the whispering going around us as Rohit came out of the hospital.
Being closer to this hot body made me wish for a lot of sexual things.
“You can let go of me now shorty.” Rohit’s deep baritone voice brought me out of my day dreaming and I quickly let go of his neck as he gently dropped me to my feet.
“So where are we going?” I asked him.
“Told you I am taking you out. We can know more about ourselves and I can know your likes and dislikes shorty.”
Rolling my eyes at his nickname for me.
“Okay, I came with my car, it’s not actually my car though and-” He interrupted me gently.
“Perfect, I did not come with my car, we can use yours then.” He told me with a lopsided smile.
Did I forget to mention his smile made him more hot. Thankfully I was holding my purse with two hands if not, I would have used it to touch his huge biceps.
“Why did you not come with your car?”
“A senior doctor friend came from New Delhi and needed my presence in the hospital he was transferred to. There was a body I was called to examine although he be staying in an hotel around Punjab for the meantime.” Rohit replied to me. “I just came to pick something in my office before you came.”
“Are you done with your doctor friend?” I ask, going to my car.
“Yes, doctor Amol will call me if he needs my help again.”
I held out my car keys to his view.
“Do you want to drive?” I ask.
“No, it’s your car, you drive unless you can’t see the road when you are seated shorty.”
I snorted loudly and opened my car and entered, he opened the passenger seat and sat down next to me. I started the car and I drove out of the hospital premises.
He gave me the direction of the restaurant.
Rohit brought out his phone and didn’t tear his eyes away from it.
“Girlfriend?” I asked him. Glancing sideways to look at him.
His eyes met mine. “No.” He replied and his phone started ringing, he answered it immediately. “Hello doctor Amol, good morning. Oh, you are in Punjab?” He paused .”I thought you said you will be coming tomorrow and not today?” He paused again. “Alright, I will see you on Monday then, thanks for calling.” The call ended.
“I thought you said you were with doctor Amol since morning?” I asked him slowly down my car, trying to find a space to park, the restaurant is at the other side of the road.
Did he lie to me?
“These are two different people bearing the same name shorty.” He replied to me and smiled before he pockets his phone. “Hurry up and park, I am greatly famished.”
I finally found an empty place to park and we alighted from my car and I made sure the doors were locked before we proceed to the restaurant.
We ordered food and we ate it quickly. We spoke a lot, talking about ourselves. I got to find out he was the only son and he lost his other a year ago or so.
I was half listening to him and half staring at his lips, I wonder if they are soft.
Oh what I would do to have a taste.
I sighed out loudly and that grabbed his attention.
“What is it shorty?”
“About what?” He asked with amusement.
“Why do you love wearing long shirts and hand gloves?” I asked pointing at his clothed arms.
“It’s complicated and I would really like it if we change the subject.” He told me with a shrug.
“You won’t understand if I tell you the reason why I am always wearing this. You will find me disgusting.” He responded with a forced smile.
I laughed at that, “Try me, you’d be surprised.” I told him and added softly. “And no matter what I see, I won’t find you disgusting.” I assure him.
“Are you sure?” He asked me, staring at me in shock.
“Yes.” I reply.
“Okay.” He brought out his phone again, scrolled around it and handed me his phone. “Look at the picture on it.” He said.
Staring at the picture on the phone, I nearly threw up the food I just had. I quickly gave him back his phone which he took, I closed my eyes trying not to remember the horrible picture.
“It was a fire accident, he was burned by his friends but he survived. His body, everything wasn’t the way it was.” He told me when I didn’t say anything.
“When did this happen?” I asked opening my eyes to look at him and saw that he was staring at me with sadness and…. anger.
“Four years ago.” He answered, diverting his eyes from me.
“So, you haven’t answered my question yet hotshot.” I said with a little smile. “Why are you wearing all these?”
“I just told you, you will find me disgusting.” He said with gritted teeth. He suddenly called the waitress, ignoring the lady’s seductive looks she was giving him, and paid for our meals.
“Are you okay Rohit?” I suddenly asked.
He ignored my question and stood up from his sit.
“Have a nice day Ashwini.” He said and left without a backward glance.
What did I do now? Did I say something wrong?
I was feeling hurt.
Have I offended him unknowingly?