𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧 ✔

Chapter 2

Above pic credit: Google

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"Moving on from her is not possible"- Ayan Siddique...

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Ayan's POV:

Hope, is the one word I am relying on. Hope, that one day one of my words will affect you. I don't want any confirmation of your feelings. It's just that, one reaction from you, will be enough for me.

The thought that you forgetting my existence for someone else kills me from inside.
Why don't you ever understand Ayaah?

I meant it when I said my breath was stopping the cause of not hearing her voice. But I fear to admit it, I don't wanna ruin what we have!

"Excuse me, Mr. Siddique?" A girl said as I broke out of my trance. I figured out that I was looking at a painting of Ayaah for I don't know how long.
As we are in an art exhibition of Ayh.
Did I tell you she is an amazing artist?

I see that Ayaah is busy with the people here, showing them her arts.

"You are Mr. Siddique, right? Ayan Siddique?"
Another girl came and asked.
I nodded calmly.

Just then two other girls came to greet me.
What am I? A showpiece in a museum?

"Oh my god! I am a fan of your style. You have looks that can kill. But you look more handsome in real."

I looked at them amused. Well, I know I am good looking and all but never knew I had fans! I was just gonna say thank you and shrug them off. But I see from afar that my tigress is fuming looking at us. I smirked.

Alright, this is gonna be fun!

"Aww! Thanks, darlings, you guys don't look any less pretty!" I said with a cheeky smile. And I could see all of them blush at my comment.

"That's so nice of you Mr. Siddique. Can we get a picture with you?" I could see Ayaah approaching us and I said to them, "Of course!"

They were gonna get their phone out but Ayaah already came there and stood in front of me.

"If you guys don't mind, I would suggest you guys move there. Cause the more interesting paintings are there. And unfortunately, he is not a painting here!" She said to them with a tight smile on her lips.

"Sure." One of them said uninterestingly and irritatedly.

They went to the other side and Ayaah turned to me with a raised eyebrow.

"Come on Ayaah! Why did you shoo the pretty girls away? They were interesting." I said biting the inside of my cheek to control the chuckle.

"Mr. Ayan, this is my art exhibition. And you're ruining it!" She said Angrily.

"Sure you were fuming because of that?" I asked smirking

"Ya, what were you thinking?" She said looking here and there

"Nothing, I was just thinking of making one of those girls as my first girlfriend," I said looking at her expressions.

"Ya Allah! Now don't start again! Have some fear of Allah."

"Come on woman. Having a girlfriend doesn't mean that I will do haraam things with her. Of course, I intend to marry her. That's why I am so choosy." I see her expression changing.

"Well, then you aren't gonna marry anybody! Cause your choices are awful"

"Ahh! What made you think that?" I said faking a shock.