I love u minister sir
shuvra (fl)
I love you, Minister Sir. I love you. This Shuvra loves you… so much. 💓
In an instant, Minister Arham Shikdar turns back. His eyes lock on a woman wearing a saree, standing a few steps away. Her face is covered with a mask, but her intense, piercing eyes are clearly visible. A few loose strands of hair frame her face. She wears a black saree, her hair tied in a bun decorated with jasmine flowers, and her hands filled with black bangles.
Arham Shikdar had just won a landslide election against the opposition. Now, he was not just Arham Shikdar but also “Minister.”
Shuvra, tall and confident, is admired by many young women. Why wouldn’t she be? At only 31, Arham was a minister, strong and commanding.
Just moments ago, his party had erupted in celebration upon hearing the election results. He felt irritated by all the commotion. He ran his fingers lightly over the tied-back hair at the nape of his neck, ready to leave for home.
shuvra (fl)
Love you, Minister Sir. This Shuvra loves you.
Everyone present is shocked. Arham Shikdar is a dream man for many women. But no one could have imagined that a girl would speak like this in public. Hands and knees tremble before him, yet she stands firm. Eyes shift between the minister and the young woman.
Arham’s calm gaze gives the crowd a hint that something serious is about to happen.
arham(ml)
What did this girl just say?
shuvra (fl)
Love you, Minister Sir. I, Shuvra, love you.
Shuvra points at herself, staring at the handsome man in front of her. Arham meets her gaze, slightly astonished. In his mind, he thinks of her as a “bold, shameless girl.” The crowd continues watching them, captivated.
Aditi, Shuvra’s beloved friend, stands behind her, nudging her repeatedly to stop. Her hands and feet shake, anxious about what might happen. Shuvra can no longer bear Aditi’s nudges.
shuvra (fl)
What’s your problem, Aditi? I’m telling the minister my feelings. Why do you keep nudging me? Stay quiet. Or else… I’ll hit under your ear so hard that you’ll forget your boyfriend’s name. Foolish girl. Don’t try to interfere!
Aditi swallows nervously, mentally scolding herself. She had tried to stop Shuvra, knowing how shameless she could be.
Arham watches Shuvra strangely.
shuvra (fl)
Why are you staring at me like that, Minister Sir? A girl shouldn’t stare at a boy like this, right? But you… the minister… staring at me publicly. I am yours, remember. Don’t look at any other girl this way. Fahim, now take your minister home. He needs rest.
Shuvra grabs Aditi’s hand and starts walking. She ignores the countless curious stares of the people behind her.
Arham is speechless. His mind stops for a moment. A girl just confessed to him like this.
Fahim, standing to Arham’s right, had been observing Shuvra carefully.
fahim(ml right hand-fl cousin)
Allah… this girl has gone mad. Who will save her from my brother now? Shuvra… you’ve gone too far. A while ago I tried to warn you, yet you confessed in public. Now what if my brother finds out that she is my cousin?
arham(ml)
I want her full identity. By evening. She feels familiar.
Fahim gulps, unable to tell Arham that Shuvra is his own cousin. He nods silently.
Without saying more, Arham gets into the car. Fahim follows. The convoy moves toward Shikdar Villa, with a few other cars and bodyguards. The crowd only watches Arham and Shuvra, whispering about the incident
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