"Bhaiya, please pack 1kg of fresh tomatoes," I requested the vegetable vendor and disconnecting the call, keeping my phone in my hand.

"Have you watched Amitabh Bachchan's new movie?" My friend asked as I placed my purse on the vegetable cart to pick up the fresh vegetables.

"No, not yet. I will surely watch it this weekend" I smiled.

"Ma'am your tomatoes" he was emptying his basket of tomatoes in my jute bag when I felt ruffling to my side.

As I saw at my right my eyes became wide as my purse was missing. I looked up to find a man running with my purse in his hand. My purse has this month's salary and keys to my house. I would come on the streets for a month!

"Thief! Thief!"

I held the phone in my left hand tightly and without looking here and there, I picked up one tomato and threw it in his direction with full force.

But that thief took a left turn and the tomato landed on a stranger's face who was walking to my side.

The stranger was standing there with his hands hanging low and eyes closed. The tomato was stuck to his nose making it look like a joker's nose while the tomato juice was splashed all over his face.

"Oh my God!" I gasped

He opened his eyes blinking twice making sure that the tomato juice is not seeping into his eyes. As he opened his eyes to meet mine the tomato fall on the ground with a dip and rolled towards me. Our surroundings halted for a second.

The stranger turned to his left and ran in thief's direction. I too ran on his way as it was the road chosen by the thief to escape.

The thief was running fastly, that stranger man was running behind the thief and I was running behind that man.

"I don't think that you would be able to catch him" I yelled loud enough to make him hear my words.

As he heard me he picked up his speed increasing the distance between me and him while reducing the distance between him and the thief.

After running like this for a minute he was successful in catching the thief.

Phewwww... Finallyyy!!

I rested my hands on my knees while gasping for oxygen. When my heartbeats became normal and breathing became even, I looked up to find that it was not him who was beating the thief but the thief was beating him.

But no matter how many punches the thief was landing on him, he was not ready to leave his collar and set him free.

Holy crap!

Some boys were playing cricket on the street so without thinking much I snatched the bat from the boy and ran towards the fighting men.

I banged the head of the thief with that bat. The hit was hard enough for him to fall on the ground but it was not that hard that it can kill the thief. I again hit him on his hand and then on his leg.

I stopped to snatched my purse from the thief's hand and hung it on my shoulder. Taking it as an opportunity the thief ran and I ran behind the thief as I was not done yet giving him his share of punishment.

I would beat him to the level that he would not even think of stealing anything in the future.

"Stop it now Jhansi ki Rani, stop" the man pulled me back refraining me from going further.

"What!" I turned to him furiously with the bat still raised in the air ready for the shot.

He ducked down hiding his face with the hands. I dropped the bat on the ground as I didn't want to hurt him but it went against my will and the bat hit his left foot.

"Oouuwwww" he groaned taking his injured leg in hand and jumping on the right foot. His facial expressions were telling me that he has been hurt very badly.

"Is this the way you thank people for helping you?" he said groaning in pain.

"Thank? But why would I thank you?"

"For saving your purse"

"Mister you should thank me for saving your as... " he widened his eyes.

"I mean for saving you otherwise that thief was in a full mood to kill you"

"I didn't invite you. Tmhe hi Jhanssi ki Rani bnne ka shok chad raha tha (that was you who wanted to become a fighter). I was enough for him" he said again wailing in pain and putting his injured leg on the ground lightly.

Taking the handkerchief out of his pocket he wiped his face clean from the tomato. This is only when I was able to have a look at him properly.

He is looking like a hero of an old Hindi film. No doubt he is handsome but I don't know why I am feeling like he is a jerk.

"I know I am handsome but if you will stare at me like this in public then people will take us wrongly" he smirked and my jaw dropped. He caught me checking him out!

"For your kind information, I was not gawking at you. I was just checking for the trace of tomato on your face" I lied

"Log kehte hai, Khoobsoorat ladkiya jb jhooth bolti hai to or bhi khoobsurat lagti hai (people say, beautiful girls look even more beautiful when they lie)"

He came closer to my ear and whispered "Aur aaj to humne ye dekh bhi liya (and today I have witnessed it too)"

He winked at the end proving me right that he is a jerk. He chose the dialogue from one of the recently released movies 'Hum aapke hai kaun'. What is he thinking of himself? Salman khan?

He is flirting with me in the middle of the road. How dare he! I was about to bash at him when he took a step to move ahead but he was finding it hard to walk. He huffed and stopped at his place. Whatever it is but the reason for his pain is me.

"Sorry" I mumbled.

"You said something?" He asked even after hearing me correctly.

"Sorry," I said a little louder this time.

"Oh! I guess I am having some problems with my ears. I can't hear you" he said scratching his ear with pinky finger.

I folded my hands to my chest, raising one eyebrow.

"Wah rey Duniya! Logo ki madad bhi karo, maar bhi khao or phir nakhre bhi saho. Koi shukriya tak ada nahi karta (What kind of world is it? Nobody even thanks for the help)"

I huffed. Ok, if saying thanks and sorry to him would resolve the issue and make me free from this jerk then it's ok as I want to go back to my home as soon as possible.

"Thanks and Sorry" I mumbled looking away from him.

"Maza nahi aaya (There was no fun)" he smirked.

Now he is testing my patience!

"Thank you for helping me with the purse and sorry for throwing a tomato on you and for this" I pointed towards his injured leg.

"Ahaan, not like this. I don't believe in sorry and thanks. They are so formal. I believe in adle ka badla (revenge)"

My lips parted. So now he would hurt me?

"I want a favor in return of the favor. Kyuki na to mai kisi par ehsaan chodta hu or na hi kisi ka ehsaan leta hu (Because neither I take any favor from others nor I leaves one)" he said with a smirk. Oh! How much I would love to scratch his face.

"So for thanking me, tumhe mere sath date par chalna hoga (you have to come on a date with me)" he said casually.

My jaw dropped and my eyes shrunk.

"Sorry, mai khane wali cheez par nahi chalti" I gave him a wide grin.

He was looking impressed by my comeback.

"I am not talking about date palm, I am talking about date wali date. On a cup of tea as I don't like coffee"

"And I don't like tea. So no, I big No"

"Oh, that's a problem! How would we live together as I want tea every hour" he mumbled something like this under his breath.

"Excuse me!"

"You saying no would not work as you don't have options. You have to return my favor by giving me company this weekend" he was too fast in changing the topic.

He snatched the phone from my hand. How dare he!

"How dare you! Give me my phone back"

"Don't worry I am not going to steal your phone. Its worth is no more than 100 Rs. I just want your number to convey the venue and time of our date"

"I am not going anywhere with you. Give me my phone back!" I was yelling at him while he was busy pressing the keys of my phone which his hand stretched upward, making it out of my reach.

He gave me my phone back as his phone rang, flashing my phone number on the screen. I hate him!

"What's your name beautiful?" He asked.

I didn't reply as I was burning in anger. I folded my palms in a tight fist so not to punch his face right there and then as I don't want to create any issue in public.

"Tell me or I would save it as ehsaan faramosh ladki (ungrateful girl)"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself down.

"Oh, Priya! Oh Priya, Priya.... Tumsa nahi koi Priya (There is no one like you)"

I opened my eyes in a fraction of a second as he sang my name. He was holding my identity card that was hanging on my neck. Oh! I forgot to remove it.

"Oye, hoye, Masterni ji (Madam). You are a teacher" he said reading my teacher card with a wide grin on his face. What is there for him to smirk on?

"M.A.S.T.E.R.N.I. J.I." he repeated every letter while saving my number in his phone with this name.

"Ye ho gaya aapka number apple (Now your number is saved)"

"Apple?"

"Kaisi masterniji ho? Aapko angreji nahi aati?"

"Wo seb nahi save hota hai"

He smiled sheepishly. I opened the zip of my purse to keep the phone safe but he interrupted.

"Save my number too"

I rolled my eyes. I am not going to save his number. If he has stole my number that does not mean that I am going on date with a jerk like him.

"My name is Rishi Gupta, naam to suna hi hoga, hein? (you must have heard this name)"

He said in full Amitabh Bachchan's style. Ok, he is my favorite hero but this is not going to work. He cannot impress me like this.

"To kya karu m? (Then what should I do?"

I asked with folded hands.

"Save it"

Rolling my eyes and ignoring his request I tugged my phone in my purse.

"No worry, soon you would save my number with 'Jaan' (life)"

"Ewwww"

"Then save it now!"

I looked at him from head to toe. He was wearing a yellow jacket and his nose is pointed. I smirked before saving his number.

"Tataiya (Wasp)"

He narrowed his eyes at the name chosen by me but he let it go. He is not only looking like a wasp but he is also acting like it by sticking around and he is now stinging me.

"Now let us come to the sorry part.  If you want me to forgive you then you have to help me in reaching my destination as you can see that I cannot walk because of your love-filled hit"

Without even waiting for my response he wrapped his right arm around my shoulders to get support. Not left with any other option I stepped ahead.

He placed his left foot first, placing all of its weight on it.

"This is your injured leg na?" I asked because as far as I know, the bat hit his left foot.

"Oh yeah!" He instantly took the weight on his right foot.

"Pero k pass dimag nahi hena to inhe yaad nahi rehta (legs do not have a brain that's why they don't remember)" covering it up he smiled sheepishly.

I stepped ahead ignoring him and giving him a 'kuch bhi?' Look.

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

The chapter is dedicated to _YesYouSuck_ . As she was the one who was continously poking me to write a bonus chapter of His Queen, Her Beast and I came up with the idea of making a story on our power couple as it was in high demand too.

Hope you enjoyed it so far 😁

Comment krke jaroor batana and you know inline comments are lobe 😄 Please!!!

Your views about the cute bantering between masterniji and tataiya? 😋

Or haan yaar! Don't you think that I deserves more followers?

Whenever I request my lovelies to follow me on Wattpad (dayyyyydreamerrr) and Insta (dayyyyydreamerrr), my lovelies be like :