After the coffee, Arsh took her empty cup from her hands to wash them when he heard her announce, "Let's date." There was no hesitation but curiosity.

Arsh paused, hard to believe his ears. He had recently realized they were all underestimating her just because she wasn't smart. That doesn't mean her emotional balance is weak. She was indeed the type to be shy but knew to accept what she liked or disliked.

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He turned to her, to confirm he didn't imagine himself anything. There was anticipation and little shyness for voicing her acceptance to be his girlfriend.

Anyhow, Arsh slanted his head asking playfully, "Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?"

Noor: "..."

She realized he didn't ask her to be his girlfriend at all. He just confessed he loves her. But… 'he is doing all this to be my boyfriend, right?' She convinced herself first and countered in fluster, "Stop bullying me."

Arsh barely hid his pleasing smile which Noor could feel. She thought she should have said it over a text message or call seeing his tempting smirk, which was making her hard, not to blush.

Arsh hummed as though he needed to think a lot for accepting her proposal, "Since it's you, I will agree to be your boyfriend."

If somebody unknown hears him, they would misunderstand as he was taking pity on her. She grabbed the cushion on the couch and hurled at him, "I will find a way to torture you then." She gave an angry stare when he laughed at her. She cooled down as soon as his hand gently brushed on her head while going to the kitchen.

First date and they were already together. Now, he was kind of sure he doesn't have to wait for years or months for her.

Still not settled, "You aren't allowed to bully me." She raised her voice to sound dominant. But for Arsh, that was merely a tantrum.

"Oh, I am scared." Well, only he has the right to bully her.

Noor didn't realize he sounded joyous. She stomped her feet as she stood, "I said no bullying." Scared? Even if she held a knife at his throat, she was sure she would look like a little girl playing with a knife to him.

Turning around, he questioned, changing the topic, "You didn't call me Arsh, did you?"

Noor: "..."

She had forgotten that part. She opened her lips to call his name but a soft blush crept up her face. "I will go and get fresh." She tried to behave haughtily and marched to the guest room.

Arsh was amused instead of being angry. Her little acts were easy to catch. Completing his work, he settled on the couch and grabbed his mobile from the table, thinking to tell his mother first about the major improvement but paused.

He wanted Noor to reveal it to all, that way he could be assured that Noor wholeheartedly accepted to be with him and the new relationship.

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After dropping Noor at Wood's mansion, Arsh went to the Morgan mansion. That wasn't the end of the day, according to Noor's second-day plan, they went out for the evening premiere of Naira's movie.

His presence with Noor sounded in gossip blogs and media with their suspicions as they were dating. Neither Morgans nor Woods responded to it. Naira had meticulously ignored the question when she was questioned after the movie.

Similarly, the whole week of dates was coming to an end. Noor was happy with Arsh, who was speaking to her, not just her. She was aware Arsh was giving her enough space without rushing her into their relationship, hence she was relaxed and unawarely got closer.

She was blushing hard when he was holding her hand or wrapping around her in the crowd, she wasn't evading it but too shy to initiate.

He was able to bully her but she couldn't come up with anything to torture him other than purposefully going all out on Sunday and shop.

She giggled when Arsh lifted his hands having ten plus shopping bags in each hand when he lifted, looking at them in word struck. She even offered to hold them once, "Let me hold…" Her eyes fell on a shop that had kids' wear. "They are so cute."

Arsh: "..."

Before she could rush inside, Arsh had to stop her wrapping his arm around her waist as his hands were filled, "There is no baby other than you. Who are you going to buy them for?"

She pointed at the little dress and sulked, "But those are so cute."

Flabbergasted, "What will you do buying them?"

Noor gave it a thought, "Nothing, I will keep them in the room." She shrugged her shoulders.

Arsh nodded and let her go. She was excitedly going to check out, and she heard Arsh's voice behind her, "If your parents see it, they will think you are pregnant."

Noor froze.

Arsh continued holding down his laughter, "If they come to me, I will tell them... I am not the father of the child." Biting his lower lip that revealed his pearly white, Arsh silently laughed as he passed by.

Noor hadn't thought about it. Even if she says she liked it hence she bought it, they would doubt Arsh, instead of her. She ran back to Arsh and sheepishly grinned, "I just wanted to check it out." She sweetly lied. Her main goal of the day was to buy whatever she likes, so of course, she wanted to buy it even if it was unusable.

Arsh had thought he wouldn't be like other men to get irritated but at the end of five hours following her around, he was tired. Beating people didn't feel so exhausted as waiting behind her while she was choosing a dress out of twenty in each shop.

He was about to give up and stop her and say 'Enough.' Noor suddenly looked right and left, then ran up to him. She quickly snatched the bags from his left hand and held them in both hands as she quickly whispered, "Aunt Aria and Uncle Alan behind me."

She tried to put on a sweet girl smile and turned around hoping they didn't see Arsh carrying so many bags due to her. They had looked after him like a prince and she had made him a servant for herself.

Arsh saw her nervous smile, her toes tapping on the floor, clutching the weightless bags with all her might while suffocating herself.

He hadn't expected Noor to get along with him and start fearing his parents. He had thought she needed time to convince herself to tell them about them to their parents but the time just complicated the situation more.