Mr.Arrogant

"Don’t judge a book by its cover."

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"Oh no Sherlock!" , I screamed loudly, squeezing my eyes shut and my feet rooted to the place.

Rip Mihra !

Please bring orchids to my funeral okay !

Literally I was imagining burying myself under the six feet ground, it’s disturbed by a laughing sound. I opened my one eye slowly peeking outside and realised that I was alive. The buffalo was nowhere near my sight and was very grateful to my God for saving me.

"Thank god.", I was taking heavy breaths trying to relax my shivering body with my eyes still shut. I could hear my thumping heart behind my chest.

"Aap thik ho ? (Hey are you okay ?)", I heard a voice behind me and instantly my heart beat picked up at how soothing it was. It’s a male voice and surprisingly so manly.

I calmed myself and swiveled around. I saw a six feet man standing a few steps away from me by dropping his hands either side of his hip. His face was covered with a red cotton cloth and I could see only his dark brown eyes with thick eyebrows. His black eye lashes were so long that they were fanning his clothed cheeks. His eyes held something in them like magnetism that had my eyes glued to him. 

His eyes are really beautiful ! 

"Are you fine ?", he asked me again, walking towards me and I rolled my eyes at his local language.

"Illiterate man, seriously what else can I expect from this village."

He almost towered my 5’6” form and I Immediately jumped back.

"Stay away… you dirty man." I screamed, maintaining a decent distance from him thinking about the dirt on his jeans. I clutched my nose and glared at him. But I felt something wet on my leg and looked down to see what it's. Then I heard him in talking in English which literally shocked me.

"Hey, careful Cara mia.", he whispered.

My eyes widened and my nose crinkled up in bewilderment.

"Shit, holy cow..", a high pitched scream left my lips as my whole body cringed, seeing something green substance sticking on my shoe and knee.

"Yes it’s cow poop.", I heard him as bent down his head trying to control his laugh which made my anger more.

"What ??Oh no..", I shrieked.

Cow poop !

Ewww kill me god, just kill me !

"You are laughing at my state, how dare you?", I stepped forward in anger.

"Cara stop..", he shouted while pointing his hands down to the road. Before I looked down, my leg already slumped into the same wet again. This time another foot and I almost dazed seeing myself.

"What the shit Sherlock. Why it's only me ?", I yelled watching my dirty feet.

"I told you to stop but you didn’t listen to me. See what happened now.", he said whilst checking me top to bottom.

"Will you please stop checking me out, I am already dying here with this cringe feeling.", I fumed looking down at my leg. 

Ewww I will puke any second !

"Why the hell didn't you stop me ? .. you should have grabbed my hand.", I scowled at him.

"First I am not checking you out, I am observing your state whether it’s only on your knee or on your total body. Second one, just remember what you said a few minutes ago? You told me clearly to keep distance from you as if I am some human virus. That's why I didn’t hold your hand, still I told you to stop but you didn’t hear my suggestion." he said in a middle tone while looking straight in the eyes.

"Yeah whatever, I was just lost thinking about how you know English. I thought you were an Illiterate village person and I wasn't expecting that ." I blabbered.

"Don’t judge a book by its cover Cara mia. If I am a village man it doesn’t mean that I am an Illiterate person. In fact, no village guy is Illiterate here. It’s just looking the way you want to see them."

“Now will you stop lecturing me and help me with this shit to clean.", I was irritated with his damn lecture. God, I already have my mother at home who would give free lectures everyday. I don't want another person to join the team. 

"Just stand there don’t move, I will guide you safely okay." , he said, reaching me and placing his hand before me.

I looked at him, he was telling me to give my hand in his through his brown eyes and I shifted my gaze back to his hand. I pushed the germs thought aside for a moment because I was already scared of thinking how many bacteria and viruses were crawling on my body right now. So I stopped debating with my brain and placed my hand in his. His fingers instantly gripped over mine and guided me forward. The second when his fingers linked with mine, I felt a weird feeling bubbling inside my stomach. I didn’t know what that was but I shrugged it aside. I followed his steps with my eyes, keeping on the road the entire time, not wanting to jump in another poop or puddle. I felt his fingers warmness hovering over mine, my gaze shot to our gripped hands. His fingers were so white and long. They were shockingly so soft in mine, it should be rough and hard right? As he was farming here but I felt the opposite of it. I doubt whether he was really a village man or not. Because the way he was talking in English so calmly and fluently with a foreign accent to it. He wasn’t sounding anywhere near to a village man.

"Step forward carefully.", I lifted my gaze from his hand to up and found an open water pump which was fixed for the crops.

“You clean yourself until I wait there ", he said pointing the farthest distance from the place where you could only see thick bushes and fencing.

"What the hell, how can I wash myself ..ugh I can’t touch this shit with my hands.", I was horrified. Even the imagination was repulsing my skin.

"Then how can it leave without washing ?", he asked me confusingly.

"You will help me cleaning this.", I stated as if he was my servant. He looked shocked a bit and looked here and there awkwardly. What’s wrong with him ?

"Cara mia I can’t..", he denied straightly.

"How dare you say no to me, you know what, hundreds of boys are dying for my one handshake in my college and here you are refusing to help me. Are you showing me the attitude that I asked for your help?", I fumed, crossing my arms across my chest.

"And don’t call me Cara mia, you are not my friend."

“Then call your friend, I am leaving.", he spoke to my face and turned to leave.

"What the hell ….? How can you leave me like this in the middle.", I shouted.

"That’s your problem you should watch your language before saying anything to others." he said moving forward leaving me behind all angry.

Urgh I wanted to kill this guy with my bare hands but I can't. I need his help to get out of this mess. Come on Mihra baby, put your ego aside and say sorry to him.

"Okay I went overboard. I am sorry." I said but he didn’t respond to me as he kept walking ahead.

"I SAID FUCKING SORRY, PLEASE HELP ME BLUE SHIRT MAN.", I shouted loudly enough to reach the other village.

He closed his ears with his hands and turned around. His eyes scrutinized and his body stood lazily.

"Who is this blue shirt man Cara mia ?"

I could see his smiling lips behind that red cloth but I controlled my anger.

"Of course you, do you see anyone else here except us ?", I rolled my eyes.

"You should have asked me my name, Cara mia.", he said in a soft tone.

"Don’t call me carrrrrr..", my words slipped back into my throat when I saw him raising his eyebrows challengingly at me. He was blackmailing me now, it’s not good.

"Okay, what’s your name SIR.", I asked, gritting my teeth.

He stared at me for a second as if he was contemplating whether to tell me or not. Taking a sigh he replied calmly.

"Abhi"