Pure Blood

Chapter - 3

It's been a week since I met Ishu on our shopping trip followed by a cozy dinner and my favorite desert. Her lips. She had to leave town to meet her distant aunt and cousin with her father.

Ishani lives in the nearby hills, far away from human habitation, with her father in a simple but spacious cottage. Her mother passed away when she was a teenager in a rogue attack. Apparently, those rogues were werewolves.

Hence, the reason her father won't let us make our relationship official until I leave the pack and settle down on my own. I am working hard to fulfill his demands. I just finished my first internship after graduation at a law firm and I'm trying for a better career prospect as a legal consultant.

But I won't cut ties with my aunt completely even if I leave someday. She brought me up as her own. I'll never betray her love.

"Where are you Ishu?" I muttered to myself.

She was supposed to arrive at this coffee shop an hour ago. It's not unusual for her to be late for an appointment, but not this much late.

"Are you waiting for someone?" A female voice came from beside the table I was seated on.

I turned my head upwards to meet a woman, maybe in her late 20's, staring at me with deep blue eyes. Her fair complexion, and long, straight raven hairs made her look no less than an angel. Her gentle smile added up to her natural beauty. I was sure she wasn't wearing any make up at all. Her lips were evenly pink as a rose even with the absence of lipstick on them. She was a couple of inches shorter than my 5'9" frame. She had an unrecognisable glow all over her pretty form.

"Uh, yes. A friend of mine." I replied and instantly averted my gaze scanning her from head to toe so as not to appear as a creep.

"Girlfriend?" She asked.

"N-no." I denied. I can't discuss my personal life with a pure stranger now can I?

"Definitely girlfriend then. If you want to keep your relationship status a secret, try being more convincing and less avoiding. Most people are experts in reading between the lines." She spoke while taking the seat opposite mine.

"And you are one of them?" I questioned.

"I want to be. By the way, how old are you?" She asked.

What a strange second question to ask a stranger. Especially when you haven't asked their name yet. I practically look the same age as hers.

"The same as you." I replied.

"Hmm. So 39, because that's how old I am." She answered.

"Can you find someone else to kid with. I am sort of busy here." I dismissed her.

"I am not kidding. I am 39 years old. You can check my citizenship ID if you want." She took out her ID from her purse shoving it in my face.

She indeed was 39 years old. Her name read Anjali Rawat, spouse of Rishiraj Srivastav. She was a married woman.

"I have a functional pair of eyes to see that you are in your 20's. What I really meant was how old are you in chronological terms? " She asked again while keeping her ID back in her purse.

"I don't really get you?" I evaded the question.

"I mean how long has it been since your birth? Obviously you are above 10 years old as half vampires don't age above that, but exactly what is your age?" Her words left me stunned.

She wasn't an ordinary woman. Either she was crazy or a supernatural species. I had patience to deal with neither. So, I attempted to leave the table but my feet were frozen and so were my hands.