Celebrity Crush Turned Deadly Love! novel Chapter 22

Yadav's PoV

How the hell am I going to get her out of this suite without getting caught in the eyes of the media? As Adish said, the media didn't get any hot news on me for almost a month now. They would surely be waiting for something.

To top it all off, I just disappeared in the function hall all of a sudden. They will connect everything and will write all rubbish. I don’t care what they write about me. But her!? I should get her out safely. Her identity should not be revealed.

I really want to kill her for her stupidity. She is the epitome of stupidity! I turn to see her. She was sitting on the couch sniffing and caressing her cheek. The burning rage in me gets even higher if that was even possible.

She didn’t ask me anything. She didn’t get angry at me for hitting her. First of all, this is the first time she has seen me. She may be a fangirl, but still hugging an unknown man is something she should never do. Why do I feel this way? I don't know. I want her to be a girl of high moral values. Why? Again, I don’t know.

How can she react this way when a man hits her? Shouldn't she be fierce? How the hell would she protect herself?

"Hey, Look at me, Try being a fierce girl, idiot. Is this how you react when a stranger hits you?"

She looked up at me with her beautiful eyes. How I wish to just get lost in her eyes.

"You are not a stranger." She said.

"How dare you hug me? Is this what you do when you see a man?" I want to strangle her and I am trying hard to control my anger on that poor girl.

"Shut up, Yash. Don't you dare cross the line and touch my dignity. What do you even know of me that you talk like this to me? You are mine and I don't hug strangers!" she said with a little anger. I like it when she speaks up. I liked it when she said I'm hers’. But this is no good to her.

"I have never seen you before. If you are a fangirl just get a picture and get the hell out." I tried avoiding her.

"Pch, Stop it, Yash. I know you are that blue cap Stranger. We have met many times before.I will tell you again, I love you. And I know you feel the same about me as I feel about you."

She is insane. I should get angry now. But I feel satisfied. Weird! What the hell is she doing to me?

"Idiot, Stop talking like a nut case. I'm not who you think I am."

"Oh really, Then why did you hold my hand and say the very same dialog you say to me every time we meet? Why did you slap me? Do you behave this way with girls you don’t know?" She had that challenging look on her face. She just asked me the same damn thing I asked her. I don't want her to know that I was the one that helped her. But God, How did I miss that? She continued talking.

"I told you not to raise your hands on me again. Didn't I? It really hurts. It’s true that I love you but don't you ever raise your hands on a girl. I came to meet you and you hit me? This is not how love works, Yash!" She started with anger and ended like a whine. Do I like it? Of course yes.

I love how she calls me. She thinks I'm in love with her? She is an Idiot. She remembers everything that happened in the pub. I covered my face only when her friend came. So, she saw me!

"God, Idiot! How did you get in?" I cannot handle her. She is so cute. She still didn’t know the seriousness of the situation.

"um... A reporter named Ramkumar asked me to stay here to meet you. Why aren't other reporters here yet?" She asked me, looking out the door.

What the hell? She came in through a reporter? I truly want to strangle her to death for her stupidity. I controlled myself because her cheek is already swollen and I regret doing that to her. But I still feel she deserves it.

"Is he your friend?" I asked her.

"Nope, I just met him! He is my office mate's friend's senior." She said, shrugging her shoulders as if it was nothing.

Why can't I slap her again? Idiot.

"Are you a mental retard? How old are you? Don't you know not to trust strangers? Can't you be more vigilant? Idiot, there will be press outside now. You are following my every move through this media, right? You know what will they write if we go out together? They will click pictures of you and will write that you are my new fling. They will say that you slept with me. They will write that I fucked you. I wanted to stay away from you, idiot. I didn't want to make any trouble for you. Look at you now. Your parents will be very proud of you if your photo comes in papers and tv with this news!"

I shouted at her. She stood there dumbstruck. Shock was clearly evident in her face. I almost feel sorry for her.

"Aiyayo, What shall we do now, Yash?" She asked me, getting her common sense back.

"What is your name?" I finally asked her.

"Sorry, My name is Akshitha. Nice meeting you." she forwarded her hand for a handshake. Seriously?

"Are you for real? What am I talking about and what are you doing?" I yelled.