Ishan singhania's pov -

I was sleeping peacefully when suddenly, Dad barged into my room and threw a bucket of icy water on me. My sleep was instantly broken.

I yelled, “What the heck!?”

I opened my eyes and saw Dad standing there with the bucket still in his hands.

I yawned and looked at him, clearly annoyed.

“Get up. Now.” He said to me In his cold voice

“Dad… it's just 8:00 in the.. Morning”I said while yawning in groggy voice

“I'm not repeating my words again ishan. Get up from the bed and get ready in 10 minutes.”

I groaned, my voice still raspy from sleep. “Seriously, Dad?”

“Yes” He said and got out of my room

Still half-asleep, I stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the shower

Aisaa kon kr raa haii bhaii?? Baap hai yaa dushmann itni achii neendd arii thii mere ko. Merii khusii hii hazam nhi hoti hai kisi ko.

After five minutes, I stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants. I put on my watch and quickly did my hair.

Then, I headed downstairs and saw Dad at the dining table, having breakfast.

Meri nindd khrab krkrr khudd kitnii aramm se breakfast kr rhe hai.

I walked toward the dining table, and just as I was about to sit down, Dad spoke.

“I’ve sent you an address. You need to go pick up my friend’s daughter.”

What? Why me?

“Dad, aren’t there any drivers available?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll go. End of discussion” he said firmly. “And also go pick her up first, then come back and eat breakfast.”

“But dad why-

He interrupt me and say

“Go.now”

I stood up from my chair in anger, walked out, and sat in my car. I started driving to the address Dad had texted me. Because of her, my dad ruined my sleep and didn’t even let me have breakfast.

I finally reached the destination, only to find a girl furiously kicking her car. I stared in disbelief as is she crazy or what?

I stepped out of my car and made my way toward her, still wondering what kind of madness I was about to deal with.

“Miss is anything wrong?” I asked

She froze mid-kick and turned to look at me, her honey-brown eyes locking onto mine with a mix of frustration and curiosity.

“Who are you?” She asked sharply, her tone anything but polite

“Mr rajvansh sent me i’m-

She didn’t let me speak and cut me off, saying

"Oh, thank God! Another minute and I would've completely lost it!”

“ Yeah go and sit inside the car”

“But what about my car?” She asked

“"I’ll tell someone to pick it up”

“ Okayy!!” She said and walked towards my car and sat in the backseat.

I got into the car, and she casually said,

'Actually, my luggage is still in my car. Mind getting it for me?”

"I turned around and stared at her, completely baffled.

'Wait - what? You want me to get your luggage?”

“Yesss”

Is she crazyyy? Am I her servant???

“what??”

“Are you deaf or something? I said

“can you bring my luggage?" she shouted, clearly losing her patience

What is sheee?? Crack head??

“Miss I have no problem in hearing”

“Then go”

“Me? Really?”

"Do you see anyone else around?”

“ No”

“Then go”

With a sigh, I got out of the car and walked over to hers. I grabbed her luggage and shoved it into the back of mine. Seriously, what did she thinks of herself

“ Mr driver can you give me my bottle from my bag?”she asked

And I look at her with shock and confusion

“Driver? DRIVER ???? Really?”

“What happened now? Can't you hear once???”

“Do I look like a driver to you?”

“Then who are you? Prime minister?”

She asked

“Haha! Not funny. I'm not a driver”

I said in cold voice

“Then who are you? A Gardner or a cook?”

She's so irritating…

“I'm Ishannn.” I said annoyingly

“Oh I'm Advika but mr. I don't ask for your name”

“I .AM.ISHAN .SINGHANIA.THE .ONLY.SON OF .SHEKHAR .SINGHANIA.”

“OH.. UH.. I-

I cut her off by saying

“I what huh? Do I really look like a fucking driver?”

“no.. But white shirt.. And black pant so I.. Thought..”

"Miss, a driver isn't this handsome," I said with a smirk.

“Who told you you're handsome?" she shot back, raising an eyebrow