Ayesha's POV

I sat in the black posh car, a golden liquid dress clasped against my body, the straps of the dress falling just right from my shoulder. I kept my hair open, the silky curves of my hair falling against my bare collarbone.

Today was the most important day of my life. It was finally the time of launch for the fashion house which we have created along with our business partners, Mr Grey and Ofcourse Carlos Grey.

No matter how hard I try to run away from him, he always ends up coming closer to me .

Ever since the gala I have not been able to put him off my mind even though we have nothing met since then, which brings me to my next cause of tension. What if he brings up the ex thing? What would I tell him ? How would I even look him into the eye.

He must indeed think I'm so desperate.

I will try my best to ignore him .

But I don't think that is needed at all. Because as soon as I enter the eloquently decorated banquet hall where the opening of the fashion house is taking place, I realize that he is completely unfazed by my presence, unlike me who struggles to weave words in the presence of him. This makes me hate him more because not in my entire life have I been after a boy like this. I dont want to. But I can't help it.

He has something magnetic about him which pulls me towards him no matter how hard I try to refrain myself.

Especially when I decided to not fall in love with anyone again after Mahir left a scar on my heart forever.

But again I fell over the wrong person. A person who does not even little bother to care about my feelings. Does he not know what I feel for him? Does he even care to know? I question myself as I look at him flirting with every girl in sight. Well that exactly what he does with me, Flirt.

I chid away my thoughts, turning my focus on the the event which matters the most to me now, which should matter to me the most now.

"Are you ignoring me ? ", heat curls my near my neck, as my ear turns red at the voice which I recognize at an instant, the annoying voice of Carlos Grey , but I thank him for that as he makes it easier for me to dislike him by being so annoying.

I glare at him and slip myself out from the conversations, turning my attention to him.

I let out a sarcastic smile, "You don't have anything in you that could be paid attention to."

He gives out a mocking laugh as he runs his hand through his hair standing with his other hand in his pockets as his shoulder brushes slightly with mine.

I steal a glance at him from the corner of my eyes before going to back to looking at the crowd which was present in the hall.

"Well it did not seem like so when you were dying to dance with me at the gala."

Hearing this anger started flowing through my veins. How foolish of me was it to assume that he would atleast try to be considerate about my feelings. But he only cares about winning an argument, of how better jabs he could throw at me.

Hence I mask my emotions under the dry sarcastic replies I throw at him.

"Well if you think so then let me break your bubble, I just wanted to do some good deeds and what better than doing charity looking at the fact that you're a charitable case."

"No wonder you're previous boyfriend left you."

Those words prick my heart like needle. I have no idea what hurts more, that Mahir left me or that Carlos has such thoughts about me.

I swallow my levelling emotions, at no cost will I let Carlos have the satisfaction of knowing that his words have whatsoever effect on me.

Without a thought I throw the juice in the glass in my hand on his crisp white shirt. It serves him right. Angrez ki aulaad.

But instead of losing his demeanor he chuckles as if I have cracked a joke.

"Darling, if you wanted to see me shirtless you could have just asked it."

"I would rather go blind. Thank you." I give him a forced smile and leave from there, pressing the end of my heel on his shoe as I could hear him yelp in pain. He asked for it.

Carlos's POV

I hold my left up in the air groaning in pain as I watch Ayesha leave from there flipping her hair in the air dramatically muttering under her breathe, "Angrez ki aulaad."

Hearing her words I couldn't help but give a soft laugh. She does not even know that I can understand Hindi.

I dont actually mind it, hearing her calling me that makes me happier instead.

She thinks that I don't pay attention to her and ignore her but how am I supposed to tell her that I fell in love with her the moment I laid my eyes on her at the bar in London. It seemes like fate had decided to be a little kind on me that day and make me come across such a girl like Ayesha.

I have seen and dated a lot of pretty girls in the past but her beauty stands out from all of them. Its something raw and vulnerable which is present within her, the way her eyes glint when she laughs, the way her nose scrunches when she is angry , the way she glares at me while arguing makes me fall for her more and more.

But today I realized that I had actually hurt her by making a comment on her relationship between her and her ex boyfriend, which was very clear from the fact of how she is ignoring me and running away in the opposite direction of me and the fact is not helping that whenever I am trying to catch a glimpse of her she is throwing death glares at me.

When I got to know about her past relationship with Mahir and how affected she was knowing that he was getting married shifted something in me.

I saw another side of her which was not unfazed by the words or actions of people. A different Ayesha someone who was not ready to argue back, give savage replies, play her own mind unapologetically but someone who was deeply hurt by the actions of a person she truly loved.

But that did not make her seem weak in front of me but rather it made ne see her as someone who loves deeply and with all of herself.

I would never hurt her like this, break something as beautiful and delicate like her heart if she ever decides that I'm worthy of her heart, her love.

Son of a bitch, Mahir , if I ever see him again I would not spare him. Jerk!

Alisha's POV

I enter into the hospital with slow, nervous steps as I am still not able to process that how am I going to face Armaan after that incident in the gala.

And moreover how am I going to ask him for a leave of two weeks and that even on the occasion of my friend's wedding. I hope he doesn't not chew me alive. And I especially hope he doesn't not remember the fact that I threw my heel at him.

Why do I always end up in such situations ?

Well if I need a leave then I can't surely anger him. It wouldn't be that hard just for one day, right ?

I try to assure myself that it wouldn't be that hard to be nice to Mr Khadoos.

Across the hallway I meet Richa, as we discussed about a plan of how to impress Mr Khadoos so that he would granted me a leave.

I bought a coffee from the canteen and start walking in the hospital corridor, engrossed in conversations with Richa.

"What should I do to impress him ?" I helplessly asked Richa not being able to come up with an idea.

Richa pondered on her thoughts for some time quietly before her eyes sparkled with smugness.

"Maybe you should tell him that he is handsome?"

"I dont think that's a good idea, he would think I am trying to flirt with him and even he may even throw me out of his cabin."

"Well then atleast prevent yourself from fighting with him."

"I don't have any interest in fighting with him. He is the one who always does something that creates a fight. The problem lies within him, now I dont with anyone except with him."

We reached the corner of the alley of the corridor taking a turn, engrossed in our gossip paying no heed to the passer bys, when suddenly I felt a hard jolt pang against my body as I collided into something, no someone, the piping hot coffee slipped from my hand in the chaos of the moment and fell on the person I crashed on it.

Only to look up and find Mr Khadoos glaring at me, his face folded in a vexed expression as he looked at me with irated eyes which seemed like would burn holes through me.

Oh GOD! Please help me!! I plead in my mind.

I swallow a lump of nervousness and anxiety trying to match my eyes with his irritated gaze that was still lingering on me in the search of explanations of my actions.

I give a sheepish smile, my eyes twichted in a pleading expression, as I managed to speak in a soft tone laced with sweetness, "Sorry....sorry. I really didn't mean to . Let me wipe it off." I quickly take the tissue which Richa held in her hand trying to wipe off the coffee stain from his shirt.

But his firm grip on my wrist pulls me back. I look up at him with a confused expression.

I was just trying to help, why does he have to be so grumpy all the time. Fine I believe it was my fault but still.

"Dont you have eyes or have you donated it just like your brain ?" His firm and loud voice laced with anger and irritation broke the silence which masked the air of the hospital corridor.

All the prying eyes of the people in the corridor were fixed on us as they diverted there attention to the drama which was unfolding infront of their eyes. Don't these people have any work to do ?

"I.. I did not do it intentionally...I did not see you." I struggled trying to form words feeling intimidated by his unwavering presence which was lingering on me.

"Ofcourse you did not. What other work do you have than trying to drive me mad." He says in a frustated tone and leaves from there, muttering under his breathe "Crazy woman."

Hearing these a flaming rage of fury takes over me.

Why does he always have to overreact about everything. I did not intentionally throw coffee on him and besides that I even apologised for it and tried to help but no he will continue being a grumpy man and keep his arrogance high up in the sky. Who cares ? Let him. Bloody man!

I could suddenly feel all the eyes of the spectator fixed on me as Armaan left me for facing the humiliation.

At that moment I felt like shouting at Armaan and giving him a piece of mind but I still need a leave, remembering which I try to calm my mind and storm off from the eyes of the crowd.

For the rest of the day I try to maintain a sweet demeanour trying hard not to get back at Armaan, my sole motive being to be granted a holiday.

This holiday is just not special only because I will be attending the wedding of one of my school friend but also because I will finally get a long awaited rest from these hectic clincal rotations and not to mention from Mr Khadoos also!Phew!

At the end of my hectic rotation I find myself at the front of Mr Khadoos's office, having to do the thing which I hate the most face him and as anticipated he woukd again yell at him because he think that I am a punch bag on whom he could shout and insult whenever he feels like.

And now it's going to be worse as he would not leave a chance to taunt me about the heel incident and behold the morning's coffee incident.

I enter the cabin to find him engrossed in checking the files of patients acting completely oblivious to my arrival.

I gulp the lump in my throat, faking a smile "Sir I brought the reports of patients from ward no 402." I say placing the file on the table.

I stand there like a mute for a few minutes in the anticipation of an answer from him but he does not even nod .

How I am supposed to ask for a leave ?

I clear my throat in a chance to get his attention.

"Uhm... um...Sir.." I flatter on my words as he suddenly lifts his eyes , his gaze pricking through me which clearly for played the anger and frustration he was holding back at me that would burst at me.

Before I could even open my mouth to speak his voice cuts through which sends shivers down my spine, "What do you need? Dont you have any work other than eating my head? If you have kept your files get lost from my office before I drag you out from here."

Hearing these words I felt like giving an answer to him but I composed my nerves.

I spoke in a soft, remorseful tone, "Sorry sir..." looking down at the floor as I fidgeted with my fingers in nervousness.

The apology lingered in the air for a few seconds before his reply came which instead of being to forgive me said, "About what ? Throwing coffee on me or your heels?"

He had now got up angrily as he stood in front of me with his arms crossed across his chest, his head leaned to match my gaze which was fixed on the floor.

Ain't no way am I looking at him because if I do either I would slap him or start crying myself because no matter how unfazed I am acting in front of him, the intensity of his harsh words have a affect on me no matter how much I try to deny to myself.

And I don't know why it hurts ? Even though I don't want it to.

I shift my eyes which were still fixed on the ground when I notice an untended burnt mark on his hand.

Did he get this because of the coffee ? It was surely not there previously.

At the thought of this a guilt crept in me. Till now it did not bother me much because I felt like he deserved coffee to be thrown on him but the idea that he got harmed because of me did not sit right with me.

The silence between us which echoed inside the cabin was broken by me as I asked with hesitation knowing very well Armaan is going to lash out.

"Did you get this because of the coffee?" I say in a genuinely worried tone pointing at the burn on his palm.

"Why else do you think I got it ?" He replied in a dry sarcastic tone.

"Why did you not treat it ? It can catch a infection?" I finally look at him as our eyes meet for a brief moment before he looks away clearing his throat not knowing what to reply to my new found attitude.

Well I don't blame him for it ? Even I am surprised at my attitude towards him.

Before he could speak or protest I start tending to his wound.

I pick up the burnt ointment, asking for his hand . At which he seems a little reluctant but he finally gives in forwarding his hand at me while still having his head turned at the other direction clearly avoiding looking at me.

I carefully bandage his hand, whispering a soft "Done" to myself as I look up at him with cheery eyes.

Armaan's POV

I sat at my desk frustated from the heavy work load plus the incident of the morning.

Every time the thought of Alisha flickered in my mind I could feel a gush of anger run through my veins.

I have never met such a weird and annoying girl in my entire life time.

Ever since the first day she has not spared a single chance of getting on my nerves. If she would not have been an intern I would have never even tried to talk with her. Crazy woman. One day she would drove me crazy also.

I mentally scold myself for even thinking about her as I try to shift my attention to more important things when she just flungs into my cabin without even thinking of knocking first.

Does this girl have no common sense? Why am I even asking this question, it is very well evident from her behaviour. I have even given her a warning yo not enter my cabin without my permission.

God knows what she wants from me now ?

I do not spare her a glance so that she does not get a chance to spark up a conversation or better should I say a fight because whenever this girl opens her mouth she is ready to argue.

I notice her keeping the files on my desk but I decided to keep quiet,so that she would leave.

But she keeps on standing there like a mute.

What does she want me to do ? If she has something to say why does she not just spit it ? Does she expect me to read her mind? What am I, her boyfriend ?

Good, let her stand there. I dont care. I have had enough drama for the day. All thanks to her.

And out of nowhere she apologises to me. For once I think I have heard wrong. Since not in my wildest dream did I think that Alisha Hashim would apologise to me.

Well if she has decided that she would apologise, why should I leave this chance as I taunt her for throwing her heel at him, a humiliation I could never forget. And surely I would make her pay for it.

But she throws no jabs at me for my taunt but instead starts asking about my burn which I got all thanks to her. As if she cares.

But to my horror she starts tending to my wound.

Gosh! This girl never leaves a chance to surprise me. How did such a three sixty degree change happen in her suddenly?

I could see her tending to my wound ever so lightly with such care as if I am delicate as a feather. I never thought she could be so gentle at least not with me,

I had never seen her so closely since now. As I peered a glance at her from the side of my eyes , I noticed her face which was glowing against the sun's rays which was peaking from the curtailed window, a few hair strands falling loose on her face , her eyes fixed on the wound.

After completing the bandage she looks at me with cheerful eyes probably thinking that I have forgiven her, which I have but I will not leave her so easily.

"Shukriya. Bohat hi 3rd class bandage kiya hai aapne." I remarked even though it was far way from 3rd class .

"Bas aap pe hath saaf kar rehi thi." Alisha says removing imaginary dust from her hand as she gives me a mocking smile.

Hearing her reply I stifle a laugh shaking my head in disbelief. How does she come up with such replies ?

I pick up the files about to take my leave when she stops me, her voice shaky clearly showing that she is nervous, which is very rare. But I guess today is my luck day.

I raise an eyebrow at her, when she takes a deep breathe mustering up all the courage in the world, "I need a leave of one week."

Oh! So this bandage and sorry was for she could be granted a leave. How foolish was it of me to think that she could even better nice and have a little bit of remorse of her actions.

"What do you want a leave for?" I ask my voice coming to be more stern than intended, but I don't care about it.

She fumbles before clearly forming her words.

"My grandpa expired." She blurted out .

Hearing which I raised a questioning eyebrow at her. Does she think I am stupid ? But I need to grant her a leave.

"Fine." I say briskly and leave from there. I mentally curse myself for thinking that there is even some of little sense in this girl but it's a relief that I will not see her for a week and would be freed from her eccentric antics which pulls on me.