"Are you blind? Can't you see my car? Girls don't know how to drive at all" Mohsin said looking at her feeling angry that it was her mistake first and now she is blaming him. The worry which he had looking at her hand was long gone now listening to her accusations.

"Remove your goggles Man, Who wears it during night time?" She took a few long strides towards him and stood in front of him with her one hand on her hip shooting daggers at him. He removed his goggles looking at her matching her gaze challenging her.

"It's my Wish. Who are you to say anything?" Mohsin replied looking at her taking one step towards her making her halt back. She quickly composed herself and pointing her finger at him, She dabbed his green shirt poking him continuously.

"You should throw your tantrums and wishes at home, Not on the road. I can drive better than you" She shouted, her voice rising a decibel and he held her hand with his making her wince in pain. Ignoring her shout, he kept his one hand in the pocket pulling out a kerchief he tied her injured hand with it carefully making her look at him in awe.

"Tell me your account number or where you live. I will pay for the damage" Mohsin said keeping himself calm, one he was extremely tired with the meetings and secondly, he didn't eat anything the whole day which made him feel deprived of energy.

"I have to pay for the damage too. Let's call it equal" She said in a very low voice lost in his caring nature. He was at least good enough to tend her wounds which made her heart softened towards him. He looked at her amused thinking of what made her anger vanish.

"Are you sure?" Mohsin asked looking at her while she nodded positively examining her hand.

She winced slightly walking towards her car, he also went towards his car. He saw her igniting the engine and the car was moving slowly, later it took its pace leaving him in the middle of road alone. Shaking his head, he drove towards his home thinking of excuses he is going to give his father when he will come to know that he hurt his father's darling. Today, his car went for servicing so he begged his father to let him use his car, to which his father agreed begrudgingly.

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"Asmi..." She heard his voice in a very low whisper near her ear which made her startle for a second. She jolted up from her sleep hitting her head to his in the process.

"Ouch... " She heard his voice again making Nisha groan, picking the pillow from her side, She covered her face with it trying to block their voices while Asma looked at him madly rubbing her forehead.

"What happened Mohsin Bhai?" Asma asked looking at her surroundings, it was pitch dark. She looked at the alarm clock showing 1:00 am. He looked at Asma apologetically with a nervous smile indicating he needs her help.

Realising the situation, Asma opened her hand and kept it in front of him. He looked at her palm blankly then at her face. Understanding the clause, taking his wallet from the back pocket he gave it to Asma shaking his head while his eyes held a pleading look.

"What do I have to do this time?" She asked counting the money busily not at all looking at him. Before he can say anything, she shook Nisha from her sleep making her curse profanities.

Opening her eyes slightly, She looked at both of them and then she looked at the money in Asma's hand. Her sleep vanished looking curiously at them.

"The car went under an ugly dent..." Before he can complete his sentence, Nisha held his hand and her eyes scanned his body for any injuries. Seeing a scar on his forehead where some of the blood is dried off she winced in pain. Feeling her hands on his face, he pulled her slowly in his arms holding her firmly.

"I am alright" He said looking into her eyes while she looked into his eyes and a tear rolled down from her left eye making him sigh. Removing his hands from her, she rushed towards
washroom to bring first aid kit.

"Do dil mil rahe hein magar..." She shut her mouth when Mohsin glared at her firmly which indicated Asma will be in the grave the next second. She shut her mouth with both of her palms on her lips indicating she won't even utter a word making him smile.

"When will you learn taking care of yourself?" Nisha complained dabbing the cotton in Dettol, cleaning his wound. Rolling his eyes he looked at Asma laughing which made Mohsin laugh and it irked Nisha. She pressed on his wound fiercely making him wince.

"Ouch... Nisha... Be careful" He glared at her only to lower down his eyes seeing her equally glaring at him back. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Asma escaping towards the balcony slowly knowing next it will be her who will receive the wrath of Nisha.

He sat quietly like a statue without moving making Nisha do his dressing quickly, looking at her lovely face, at her curls, at her lips. Everything about her drove him crazy. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath to control his carnal thoughts.

"Take Care" Hearing her melodious voice he opened his eyes, getting up from the bed he took quick steps towards Nisha whose heart started beating rapidly looking in his eyes.

"I will" He replied cheekily looking at her. Leaning closely towards her, caging her in his arms he inhaled her fragrance driving her nuts. Nibbling her earlobe, he squeezed her lower hip. She trembled in his arms holding his shirt in her fist hiding her face in his chest. Wrapping her arms around his neck she clung on him melting in his arms.

"You can romance your whole life, please let me sleep now" Hearing Asma's voice both were startled at their places. Looking at their faces she laughed wholeheartedly teasing them.