This Time, Her Turn [Completed]

Chapter 28

Right the next day, while in the office, Abhay called saying they had to go on their road trip. Especially so, since they had to let go of all the sadness that God put them through.

Geetha huffed and said, "Does he want us to go bankrupt?" They had been away for enough time. They could not afford any holiday in the next one month.

Still, they packed their bags only a week later because Abhay came to a compromise and the trip was shortened to 3 days and included the weekend. It wasn't much of a loss.

Early that Friday, Abhay came to pick them up. His red shades matched the fiery red vehicle he drove.

As soon as he saw Ramit, he stepped out of his car and hugged him. Geetha did not have any intention to greet him, but this guy was closer to her husband than herself. She interrupted their moment. "Matching colours is good, but you look like a clown."

Ramit knew he should not laugh, he didn't. But he didn't say anything either. This has been the dynamic between them since highschool.

However, Abhay wasn't taking this treatment anymore. Now that the witch was actually trying to be good to his brother, he could finally get back at her!

"Ramit, if we're friends, then keep your wife in line!"

Ramit smiled at him and turned to lock his gaze with Geetha. While his smile was on, she understood he was silently daring her to defy.

"Fine! You have a... unique style," she complimented Abhay.

Ramit let out a chuckle. "Happy now?"

"On whose side are you!" Abhay took off his glasses. Did that sound good coming from the witch? No!

Ramit stifled his laughter while Geetha thinned her lips and dragged them into a smile.

Poor him, Abhay thought he was going to have an upper hand this time. But nothing changed. Fine! He had Deepa on his side, anyway.

"Get in!" He punched Ramit in disgruntlement, putting in only a fourth of his strength.

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Their next stop was within the city, half an hour away. The board on the building said, 'Sarthak Fighting Club.'

Abhay told them to wait and went in.

Deepali was a prime fighter of the club and her weapon was the staff. When the gym became boring, he joined the club to learn karate, but decided to hold the staff for her. She was running to be the president of the entire fighting club this year and he knew she was very much capable of a murder.

The first time he saw her was in a roofless and floorless field unlike other clubs, which had big rooms. He thought she was a cute chick and strutted over to her. Unlike during school, now no sane person would call him beautiful. When he hit puberty, his mole was covered with his facial hair. Ramit preferred shaving while he considered his moustache a gift and groomed it everyday.

Before he spoke, he caught her attention, he thought as she asked, "New?"

"Yeah," he smirked. She spoke to him first. He knew he could charm her.

"New to the club or new to fighting?"

What should he say? Would she look down on him if he said he did not know how to fight? As he thought, something shone in his eyes. The baby pink nail polish reflected the sun through the dust on her feet. Her cute toes looked beautiful. He simply gave her a charming smile and asked, "What about you?"

She threw the stick in her hand to a whopping 4 metre high into the air. It twisted all through its journey before it gracefully landed into her firm grip. He had taken a few steps back fearing it would hit his head but then he saw how the powerful impact did not even shake the girl's slender arm and dropped all of his attitude.