Is this a beautiful dream or reality? The person I had been searching for so long, whom I saw for just a moment yesterday, is now sitting right in front of my eyes today.

Eyes that could kill, a gaze that could make someone faint, a charm that could take your breath away-Rehan Qureshi, what are you?

How did you win me over so easily? I thought I was just obsessed with your eyes, but here I am, having given you my whole heart. What is it about you that captivated me?

He sat on one of the chairs in black suit, legs crossed, one hand resting on the chair, the other holding a drink, his gaze fixed on the stage.

The only regret I have is that I broke his tooth, but if I think about it, it's his own fault. Who told him to look so irresistibly handsome and pull me towards him like that? And when I felt him so close, it's obvious for me get nervous and raise my hand.

But, still, it was my mistake, and I should apologize. So, after asking a waiter for a notebook, I grabbed a pen and started walking towards him. With each step I took towards him, my heart raced more and more.

Before I could get shy again by looking at him, my gaze landed on all the eyes that were fixed on my Rehan, and my hand wanted to shoot every one of those eyes that dared to even look at him.

I don't understand what their problem is- and I don't understand what is wrong with Rehan too. Is this his engagement or his friend's? Why is he dressed up so well? He could have just come in a regular shirt, and I would still have found him handsome!

Controlling my unknown hatred for those people looking at him, and my rapidly increasing heartbeat from just seeing him, I walked up and stood in front of him. Feeling my presence, his gaze shifted from the stage to me, and he didn't blink after seeing me. Right now, his face showed no anger, no hate, but an unknown feeling that I couldn't quite figure out.

One second, two seconds, one minute... he didn't blink, so I moved closer, and his gaze followed my movement. I bent and leaned towards his ear slightly, and still, he didn't blink, while my cheeks began to flush a little.

"Am I that beautiful that you can't even blink, Mr. Rehan?" I whispered softly into his ear and looked up, only to see him giving me death glares now. And here I was, finding him even cuter. Just a moment ago, he wasn't even blinking, and now he has the audacity to give me death glares?

I thought he might say something, but then I remembered-he can't speak! "Jasmine, don't laugh," my heart teased.

"Tell that to my betraying cheeks!" I retorted, because my cheeks were constantly betraying me, and the reason was him.

Before he could take out his phone to type, I stopped him with a gesture and sat in front of him, handing him the notebook.

Rehan looked at the book, then at me, as if to say, "Care to explain?"

"I don't want your eyes to get weaker from all that typing," I said calmly, looking at him.

He shot me his usual glare, grabbed the book, and searched for a pen. I handed it to him, and he looked at me again before starting to write something furiously.

"Angry bird," I thought of calling him at the moment.

"And what about the trouble and pain you've caused me, dangerous woman?" he wrote in capital letters. His handwriting seemed more like a death threat than a normal conversation.

I wondered what his voice would sound like when he finally speaks. Will my heart be able to handle his voice, or will it be my last day? Because I'm barely managing with his gaze, how will I handle his dangerous voice?

I didn't answer his question and just gave him an innocent look.

"Are you a hacker?" he wrote his next question.

"No," I replied calmly.

"I'm impressed by your confidence. You snuck into my office, broke my back door, entered my private cabin, PUNCHED me, hacked my CCTV, and still have the audacity to lie while sitting right in front of me? Are you crazy by birth?" he furiously scribbled, turning the book towards me so I could see.

I couldn't help but smile at his accusations.

"There are a few mistakes, Mr. Rehan. Let me correct you," I said as I read through his notes and looked at him to explain my perspective.

"First, I didn't break your door; I opened it! Second, it's not my fault that your security password is so weak. And third, you pulled me closer-so what was I supposed to do at that moment? Obviously, I had to defend myself, right?" I asked him sternly.

"When you knew how dangerous it was, then why on earth did you do all of this? And first, tell me this-do I know you, or do you know me? Why are you doing this?" He bombarded the page with questions.

And I wanted to tell him that the reason behind all these crazy actions was him.

"My choice," I said confidently, without looking at him, turning my gaze back towards the stage where Aleena was deeply engrossed in conversation with her fiance.

Before I could think any further, I heard a soft tap on the table, which made me turn back to him.

"Look at me," he had written another phrase.

"I have an offer for you," Rehan wrote, smirking when I looked at him.

"What offer?" I asked, my expression confused.

"Work for me as my personal hacker!" he wrote, his expression turning professional.

"And what will I get in return?" I asked in the same professional tone, giving him a confident look with a slight smile.

"Whatever you want," he wrote.

"Okay, then. I need your time," I declared.

"What? Time? I thought you'd ask for lots of money?" He looked confused. And here I was, confused too-why would I need money from him when I could easily hack his accounts? I need something I can't hack.

"Why would I want money? What I want is you," I said calmly.

"Me? What do you need from me?" he wrote again, looking at me with confusion.

"Not much, except Sundays. You'll buy me coffee every day from different cafe's," I offered with a smile.

"And why exactly are you sparing me one day?" he furiously scribbled, and I laughed at his taunt.

"I ride on Sundays, so I'll be busy," I said casually.

"And you think I'm going to accept your offer, Miss Crazy Woman?" he taunted again.

I smiled at his comment, stood up, and moved closer to him.

"Your loss," I whispered in his ear, and just as I was about to step away, he suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me to sit right beside him, close-too close, to be exact.

In an instant, I felt all my organs betraying me, one by one, showing all sorts of crazy reactions.

I hate my heart now for beating so wildly. My breath? I hoped it would come back to normal. And now even my stomach was reacting to his touch.

He made me sit on his right, his hand still on my bare waist. Thank God my sari's pallu was draped over my left side, or it wouldn't have taken a second for others to notice us.

"M-Mr. Rehan," I stammered for the first time in my life. Why, Jasmine, why? And what is wrong with you, Angry Bird? I wanted to scream.

"I'm the boss here. And let me warn you, I can have you arrested for what you've done to me!" He held the book in his left hand, showing it to me while his right hand stayed on my waist, does my waist look pillow to him, that he is not leaving it?

"You're talking about arresting me, Mr Rehan? When I've already surrendered myself to you," I whispered confidently, only to feel him tighten his grip on my poor waist.

Control yourself, Jasmine, I encouraged myself.

"You're incredibly crazy," he wrote again, and I was utterly shocked. Was he left-handed? Just a moment ago, he was writing with his right hand!

"Think what you want, I'm not taking my words back. The deal is simple: buy me coffee, and I'll work for you," I said, trying to maintain my stern tone while barely controlling myself with his hand still on my waist.

"DONE!" he wrote in caps, flashing me a mischievous smile.

I returned the same mischievous smile, and just as I was about to stand up, he pulled me back again, tightening his grip even more. And at the same time, the lights dimmed for the dance performance.

And this shameless man, brushing my hair aside, brought his handsome face closer to mine. I could feel my cheeks burning with nervousness. In the next moment, I felt his breath on my neck, his lips mere inches away from touching my skin.

My heart urged me to stay, while my mind screamed to run, but my legs felt numb, refusing to move an inch away from him.

After doing all that, he sat up straight, removed his hand from my waist, and sat calmly, gazing at the couples dancing in front of us.

Idiot. Shameless. Ruthless. Angry Bird. My heart cursed him one after another.

I gave him death glares for no reason. I don't even understand why I am suddenly angry. Was it because he touched me? Or because he touched me only for a short while?

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