CHANDRALEKHA'S POV:
I was working on the mail when I heard a familiar seeming voice.
"We meet again."
Surely it was familiar because it belonged to the same person who spilled coffee on me yesterday and didn't even apologize.
He stood there surrounded by 3 men who looked like they were his bodyguards.
I simply ignored him because I had work to do and he seemed like someone who was clearly having fun yesterday seeing me all shaken up. I obviously didn't want to give him more fodder to feed on.
Also he didn't bother to apologize yesterday.
I despise such people, who take fun in other's misery. I know it's not a big deal. But I also hate how he didn't even bother to apologize to seem like a gentleman.
"I think I've made my presence aware to you."
At this point, allow me to tell you all something, I hate it when people test my patience.
He cleared his throat and started again.
"Do you not see me?"
No I don't. I don't want to. I'm not his friend or an acquaintance. Why should I acknowledge his presence?
You know how at time you wish to just disappear from a place without saying a single word. Yeah, that was my condition at that stage.
I wished either he would leave or I would have to.
He then started laughing out of nowhere and the crowds of people gave me all sorts of weird expressions.
I wanted to tell this guy to stop before people start thinking that he's a maniac, but I kept on ignoring him hoping he'd stop himself.
And he did, but not before starting to talk again.
God! Someone needs to put a tape on his face and tie him to a bed so he can't move.
"I never thought you were into such kinky stuff."
"What do you mean?"
"Put a tape on my mouth and tie me to a bed so that I can't move?"
Oh no.
"Oh yes."
Don't tell me I said that aloud.
"You did. And I understood what you meant."
He said and another amused smile made it's way back to his face. Another snicker and I swear I was this close to losing my goddamn mind and punching him in public.
If only I could collide my hand with his face.
But obviously I couldn't. His bodyguards would crush me before I could say 'f*ck'.
"I'm guessing you're still upset."
The sheer audacity of first acting like a maniac and then asking the person if they're still upset.
"Are you alright? Your face is a bit red."
He's f*cking ridiculous.
"Well I guess girls nowadays don't even say a simple hi?"
"You speak like you're from the 1900s. 'Girls nowadays'."
I imitated his voice and then scoffed while he sat next to me. I instantly got up, wiped the back of my jeans and started walking towards the exit of the palace.
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THE ROYAL MISFIT
Romance[COMPLETED] Just a regular love story with a hint of royalty. Vikram Pratap Singh is the king of Udaigarh. Charming, intelligent and good with the ladies. All in all he's the complete package. But he has a traumatic past that stops him from moving o...
