Daastan E Ishq - داستانِ عشق

A&H 12.

I really wanted to make an aesthetic board for this chapter but.... I couldn't 😂😂. For certain reasons. Ahem....

Hearing the bell ring she looked down at her attire and then in the direction of the door. Initially she decided to ignore it and lay down to give herself some rest. The soft sheets were heaven against her hairless smooth skin.

The silence was serene and calm but it was again broken by the irritating chim of the bell. Taking a deep breath she got up from her comfortable bed, snatched the long silk robe with fur detailing on the sleeves and front opening. Wrapping it around her she sauntered down the glass staircase, the robe kissing the glass with a luxurious and soft caress.

Barefoot she walked to the door and looked at the monitor attached near it. It was the guy from the reception. Pressing the button to the microphone she spoke.

"Who is it?"

"I'm from the reception desk ma'am some man has dropped these flowers for you." the man had his hopes high. Who wouldn't. Having a look at the gorgeous woman who lived on the top floor was every male workers dream. A wish that seldom came true.

Tightening the strings of her robe she unlocked the door. The man visibly broke into a sweat coming face to face with the goddess herself. Clearing his throat, adjusting his collar he forwarded the huge bouquet to her.

Rolling her eyes she took it from his hands and waved him off. She was about to close the door but found him standing there still like a mannequin. His eyes falling down in her form. The robe was itself a reason of arousal he didn't even need to see what his under it.

"Anything else?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. The question startled him as his eyes shot up to meet her black ones.

"N... No. Have a nice evening ma'am" she nodded as the man sprinted away.

Turning around she kicked the door close and examined the flowers. It was huge bouquet larger than a normal sized one, heavier than normal also, blood red roses filled the wrapping, their heads bloomed and wide open, their petals were still moist and looked too perfect to be true, the scent was intoxicating as she pulled them up to her nose smelling them. The white card was prominent in their brightness, picking it out and placing the roses carefully on the sofa she flipped it open.

Blank. The card had nothing written in it. Her eyebrows creased as she started at the card.

"I heard what happened to Shahid. I thought I'd come to congratulate." a deep voice startled her. Her shoulders stiffened and breathing sparsed.

The click of the door being locked resounded in the empty penthouse. An arm wounded around her waist as her sense went on high alert. Just as the person behind was about to pull her back she elbowed the person in the rib, in a swift move she turned around and punched the man in the face. A groan escaped the culprits lips as they left her waist and stepped back alittle.

"Wha....... professor?" Turning around she was surprised to see Aaban clutching his nose and side while sitting on the ground.

"What a way to welcome your guest? I must say you have unique ways of greeting people"

"What are you doing here? And how did you know I was here?"

"Well. For starters my nose is bleeding, let's take care if that first" he said wiping the blood off of his upper lip.

She stared at him for a good minute then turned around rolling her eyes.

"Come with me" she walked up the stairs into her room with him following her.