NEHA
Days went by so quick. Everything went back to its normal routine. I resumed my job as Ilyas’s secretary. He reopened the boutique.
Everything was going fantastic.
We’d go for dinner on the weekends. He’d buy me such unnecessary things, that I’d yell at him for hours but then we’d both end up laughing.
But one day he brought up my family.
And I stopped smiling at all.
“It will be good, trust me, okay?” he said, trying to convince me. “You’re just afraid that your Dad would hurt me?”
I nodded, and gave up on my attempts to fold the laundry.
“Do not worry.” He flexed his biceps. “You see this? I can easily defend myself. And if you’re still tensed up, I will wear a bullet proof jacket. Now, are you willing to go?”
I gave him a look. “No. Don’t ask me again.”
So, Ilyas wouldn’
