' I hate everything in here.' Ayla filled by sudden embarrassment took a deep breath and stood up. Her feigned good mood was nowhere to be found now and above all she was being laughed at by that snob.
" I am going back. Don't follow me." She threw a sentence and left.
' He must be laughing at me.'
She stormed all the way inside the mansion slandering a certain 'master' a hundred times in her head when suddenly she bumped into someone. She touched her forehead and frowned.
"What the ... Are you blind ?" She thought she bumped into Aghan but it was someone else.
A man. Tall height, green eyes, wearing the same type of blue dress Aghan was wearing yesterday.
' He doesn't look like a servant or a guard.'
Why, because neither any male servant nor any guard had the audacity to blatantly stare at her, no matter how she had previously behaved.
Dilawar scanned the unruly girl In front of her. Western clothes, weird behavior, foreign language, piercing stare and blue eyes.
' Wait, Blue eyes??'
"RAKHSHE' " he suddenly shouted.
" Yess! Dilawar agha." the little girl ran inside and stood with her head lowered shivering in front of the newcomer.
"Who is this girl?" he asked in his native language.
"Replying to agha, she is master's esteemed guest." she stammered.
Dilawar cocked his brow on this answer.
" Your master invites young foreign girls in his private mansion?" It was a comment rather than a question.
"Umm Agha that's not how it is ....."
Ayla stood there between their native dialogue. Judging by his demeanor and mannerisms, he was obviously discussing her and was much more rude. His scrutinizing gaze was already giving her goosebumps.
'To hell with these barbarians!' she could still feel that frog on her hands and was in no mood to look at this strange dude. She wanted to wash up ASAP. She went ahead leaving the duo talking behind her.
"Enough ! I got what I wanted to know. You can go." Dilawar saw the Ayla's back and a devilish grin appeared on his lips.
' This just got Interesting! '
Aghan's Study
Aghan, sitting behind a big redwood desk in a white shalwar qameez was immersed reading a business file.
He remembered the girl's awkward chatter about him and her embarrassed expression, a small smile surfaced on his face. He was obviously in a good mood. The sunshine scanned his back profile and he seemed to be glowing.
A knock sounded. Aghan regained his expressionless face and apathetic eyes like his previous expression was just an illusion. Without waiting for the reply the man entered the study.
" Hello my dear cousin !
Or should I say my dear brother-in-law "