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The glass door to the store was locked, with a ‘closed’ sign hung over it. I could see someone walking around inside. So I rapped on the door, hoping they would let me in.
The man came closer and I pointed to the rabid reporters huddled under umbrellas, trying to protect their gear from the rain, as they called out to me. I gave him my best puppy eyes, and all I got in response was the finger.
Yes. I, the princess of Devgarh, got flipped off by a man working in a kirana store. Then he walked over to the door and put his face against the glass, without so much as anif I may, blew me a kiss.
Asshole. I recognised that nasty smile. It was the owner’s grandson. He obviously still held a grudge and was happy to throw me to the wolves. I snarled at him and brought my knee up for the sheer joy of watching him cup his balls protectively. Then I banged on the glass once before turning away.
I pulled out my phone to call Veer, only to realise that my phone was dead. And there was no sign of my ride. If I went back into the cafeteria to make a call, the reporters would follow me in there, and I had no intention of being cornered like that.
Well, they could go hang. I thanked my lucky stars that I was wearing sensible sneakers instead of the high heels that Nivy had tried to force me to wear. I set my umbrella firmly against the wind, put my head down and started to run. Unfortunately, the press seemed to have the same idea. They loaded their gear into the vans and started after me.
I tried to remember if there was a police station close by, but it was too much work. I was already trying to evade the reporters while trying not to slip in the rainwater. How much could a poor girl do all at once?
There was a screech of tyres right next to me, and I almost fell over in fright. Then, the passenger door was thrown open.
“Get in, Your Highness,” called Aryan.
I stared blankly at him, even as the press vans got closer.
He looked at them and turned to me impatiently.
“Move that pretty ass, Princess,” he ordered.
CHAPTER9
ARYAN
Pretty ass?
Aryan groaned even as Jessie threw said ass into the passenger side of his car. He ignored her raised eyebrow -that damned eyebrow- and put the car in gear.
As they sped past the reporters scrambling to reverse their vans, Jessie stretched her long legs and settled into the seat with a moan that made his mouth go dry.
“Thank you, Aryan,” she said softly.
He flicked one glance at her and then resolutely kept his eyes on the road because he didn’t want to drown in those soulful eyes ever again. As long as he didn’t look into her eyes, he could stay in control, but when she locked those gorgeous peepers on his, he said and did the stupidest things. So, he shook his head as he turned the car around.
“Wait! Why are we going back?” she screeched.
Aryan rolled his eyes. Typical. All she cared about was herself.
“I need to pick Nivy up from a café on that road.”
“But Nivy’s gone to meet Veer,” Jessie argued.
“What?”
Aryan risked his sanity and looked into Jessie’s confused eyes for a minute and then groaned. This situation had his meddlesome sister written all over it. He parked the car on the side of the road and turned to Jessie.
“Explain!”
“Don’t you bark at me, Dr Sharma,” she scolded.
“Okay, please explain, Your Highness,” he said, through gritted teeth.
He had been around Jessie for less than ten minutes, and he already felt a headache coming on.
“Nivy had to leave urgently, so she took the car that we came in and left me at the café, saying she’d send another car to pick me up. Which reminds me. Can I borrow your phone, please? Mine has run out of juice.”
