CHAPTER -16

Misti’s Point of View –

After almost thirty minutes later we reached a posh apartment situated at the heart of the city. I looked at Mr. Ishan and said “ You live here…”

“ Yes,” he replied and get down from the car, then he came to my side and opened the car door for me and I came out of the car.

“ Let’s go,” Mr. Ishan said to me and gestured me to follow him.

I was a bit hesitant that’s why I asked him “ Where are we going, Mr. Ishan?”

“It’s just Ishan Misti, how many times I have to tell you that call me Ishan,” he said to me.

“ Sorry, I mean Ishan,” I said to him.

“ Where are we going?” I asked him again.

“ To my apartment of course,” he said to me nonchalantly.

My eyes widened instantly.

“ But, you lived here alone,” I exclaimed.

“So, What?” he asked me.

“It is not appropriate…,” I stuttered.

“ Please we do not live in middle age, it does not matter,