**Zaiden’s POV**
She stops the bike in the middle of the way and asks me to wait for her. I wonder where she is going all of a sudden.
“Here,” she throws a black colored T-shirt to me. With its quality I can easily get that it is cheap quality T-shirt. She scrutinizes the way I am feeling the hem of the cloth.
“I don’t want to gift you the expensive one. I am frugal and I also don’t want you to walk topless in the whole city,” she says walking towards the bike and getting to the seat.
I grin lopsidedly as I see her walking towards me. Although the T-shirt is cheap, I can feel the tint of care in her action. She doesn’t just hate me so much, I guess.
“Get on,” she says and I get behind her and hold her waist closely.
“We are ready to go now,” she says. I don’t want to talk to her abou
