A Gentle Breeze Of Love

𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧

Vicky

I can't believe this! Someone is striving to assassinate me! Someone wants me dead!

Who could be that...who in the world sees this naive, nineteen-year-old guy as his opponent and attempt to murder me?

Well, I'm not that innocent though. If that punk has the guts to face me one on one, I would show him my strength of muscles by gladly injuring his bloody body. But no, this he/she had to pick up the method of harming me indirectly, which I'm no ninja nor am a hero of a movie to detect the blow arising before the impact of it had been settled in.

And so, to be put in simple words, I'm indisputably scared. Moreover, having no clue of when, where, and how will be the next move of that bastard or more apparently, my so-called 'grim reaper', I couldn't even fixate my mind on anything other than pondering upon the thousand ways the bastard must have constructed to get his hands on me.

Sighing in exhaustion caused by my dear brilliant thoughts, I slouch back my head on the parapet wall of the terrace, lazily glancing at the sun embarking on drowning in the horizon.

Shortly after arriving from the supermarket, I had isolated myself in my room, discharging my worries pleasantly by trying to view--All problems, one solution! That is the fantastic hentai. But surprise! surprise! The great Vicky, for the first time in his life, got bored watching it.

Just then, very coincidentally, Thikki who had entered my room, indeed to check in on me, got startled by the stripped anime characters. Then of course, without any other word, she slammed my room door and I heard her hurried footsteps as she rushed away as though she had beheld a murder.

Following that, I closed off the hentai and played some video games. It provided me with enough fun for the time being.

Accordingly, I had lunch due to Thikki's continuous knocks on my door. How sweet of her, I thought she wouldn't waste time insisting me eat after catching me scrutinizing hentai.

And throughout the meal, Thikki kept num and I had not been in a very nice mood to start a conversation either. Hence, the lunch had been no pleasure today.

Then again, I proceeded to play video games until my brain chastised me to cease it. Like a maniac, I had walked to the living room, hoping I could spend some time with Thikki but she had been so busy on her phone, talking with someone and when I had enquired about the person, she told me it was her colleague, Geetha.

Naturally, I would have been too delighted to chat with that Geetha, however, my mood had really descended, thus, I had asked her to carry on and tugged myself to the terrace. I had been lounging here for almost two hours and for some weird reasons I kept on reminiscing about my parents.

Should I go downstairs now? I could save Thikki's throat If I did so, otherwise, she would yell my name much louder, that, even the soaring bird would become deaf. "Vicky!!!" And here you go! A chuckle leaves my mouth involuntarily at her shouting.

Not to torture her throat more, I commence to stand up but pause when something hot lands on the length of my wrist. A tiny round pool of liquid. My eyes evaluated those circles intensely when another one slaps my shorts, wetting them.

It can't be...

I touch my eyes in a quick motion. I am crying!? But I don't feel sad though. This is odd. Hurriedly wiping my eyes, I make my way downstairs when another thunderous sound reaches my ear.

"Thikki, I'm on my way!" I yell back, and as swiftly as possible, I obtain the living room. "Tea and snacks are here, have it. Then, remember, you have college tomorrow, so do any work pending" Before I can talk back, she retreats to her room and shuts the door. Oh...is she angry over me or what?