Anaya POV

No traffic, no meetings and no workload! A perfect day. Today is one of those luckiest weekdays of my hectic life when I can relax and enjoy. So I decided why not hang out with my childhood bestie Samaara.

Currently, I am on my way to her house as madam wants me to pick her up. My black Mercedes Benz Maybach which my dad gifted me on my birthday this year was gliding smoothly on the roads of Mumbai. 

But wait, why not play some good music for a better vibe! I picked up my mobile phone and connected it to the car’s bluetooth, I started searching for my playlist on spotify when suddenly,

“WHAT THE FUCKKKK!!!!!”

My favorite brand new car bumped with something, or someone. I pressed the brakes as fast as I could and the car halted with a weird screeching sound. My head almost bumped into my steering wheel because of the impact.

Perfect day huh!

I had to pick Samaara, I was already running late and now this! God surely has some enmity with me. My anger knew no bounds and I got out of my car furiously banging the door shut open.

I came in front of my car’s bumper and the what the fuck! It’s a huge dent. Dad’s gonna kill me.
I turned around to see my culprit dusting his clothes, looking at his almost destroyed bike.

Jerk has really got some guts!

He looked at me and my eyes met with his russet brown orbs. He looked innocent and effortlessly handsome in a sky blue shirt with sleeves rolled, hair messy and falling on his forehead. He had a chiseled face with a fair complexion and height around six feet.

But wait, this isn’t the time to look at his perfect features. He damaged my favorite and one of the most expensive cars in my collection. He was looking at me with fierce eyes as if the fault was mine.

Wait! It actually was. I was the one looking at my mobile screen instead of the road ahead.
But it doesn’t justify that he can bump into my car.

I stormed towards him and yelled, “What the hell! Don’t you have eyes? You damaged my car.”

“Damage? This is called damage, what you have to my bike!” he said with the same intensity and rage pointing towards his bike. It is badly damaged with the headlight crushed.
But who cares!

“Excuse me! Don’t compare your stupid bike with my mercedes. Do you even know how much it costs? I am already running late and now I have to deal with fools like you in the morning.” I yelled, pointing my finger towards his chest.

“You rich brats just know how to insult people. Are you getting late? Miss billionaire, I am the one getting late. I had to reach the office by 10:30 am and now my bike is totally damaged. How will I go?” He again yelled pointing his finger towards my face. He is really crossing his limits now.

“That’s not my fucking fault! You should have thought about this before hitting my car.” I argued back looking at him.

“Miss spoiled brat you came and bumped into me. I was going my way.”
He argued.

“Oh right Mr. monkey! You are crying like a child for this damn bike? I am really late and I don’t have time for middle class shit like you.”

Aarav POV

Everything was perfect and I was on time for my work. I was riding my bike swiftly when I suddenly saw a black Mercedes coming from the front, almost occupying the whole of the one way street. I pressed the horn multiple times but she was neither giving me way nor stopping.

Yah stop already, we are gonna bump!

“What the hell!” I yelled as I fell down with my bike miserably. Luckily I wasn’t hurt. I stood up dusting my clothes when I saw her coming out of the car.

A girl in her mid-twenties came out wearing a black crop top with blue jeans. Her dark brown hair fell freely almost till her waist and she looked cute in those white sneakers. Wait! I don’t have time to describe her beauty. I am getting late already and fuck!

My bike is damaged badly. How am I gonna go?

She looked at the small dent on her car and then returned towards me giving me a death glare as if I was the one who willingly bumped her car.
She stormed towards me and poked her finger to my chest, started blabbering things.

She turned towards her car and took her purse from it, and came in front of me. What is she up to?
She took out a bundle of notes and forwarded them towards me. What does he think of herself! A spoiled brat indeed.

“Take this and leave my way. Stop wasting my time.” she said, showing me the money.

I raised my brows and took the money from her hands. Her lips curved into a smirk as if she knew what was coming. My own smirk widened as I revolved the money around her head and threw it in her car. Her eyes widened in shock as she witnessed my action.

“Keep your filthy money to yourself Ms. Billionaire. I don’t need it.” I said as my eyes spit fire on her act. How lowly she thought of me!

“You have too much of an attitude for a middle class guy let me tell you.” she said arrogantly, crossing her arms across her chest.

“So Ms. Billionaire, don’t you have any work rather than measuring the standards of people?” I said back with the same arrogance,crossing my arms across my chest.

“You are a monkey, you know that?” she said, scrunching her eyebrows.
“And what do you think about yourself, Ms. Rich brat?” I questioned back.

“You!” She stepped ahead and pointed her index finger towards my face.
“I know I am handsome. Don’t try to come closer.” I said with a smirk making her aware of the proximity.
She scoffed moving back and I raised my brow questioningly, the smirk never leaving my face.

“I hope to never see you again, you monkey!” she yelled loudly.
“The feelings are mutual Ms.Disastrous!” I yelled back.

She gave me a last death glare and turned towards her car. It was obviously not that damaged and she could go back in it. She settled herself on the driver seat and banged the door shutting loudly.

She took a U-turn and went her way, the bundle of notes lying in the middle of the road.

I just scoffed at her audacity and turned towards my bike. I just hope to find a garage nearby.
Such an insolent brat! I hope to never cross paths with her again. Ms Disastrous!

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