A Gentle Breeze Of Love

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Vicky

"Thikshitha!" A voice way too familiar shouts, and instantly we both freeze in realization. Uncle didn't even inform he would arrive here this soon. The plan was for two weeks, ain't it? Well, contemplating all the various dangerous things that took place the past day, I can comprehend why uncle decided to make his presence here today. But wait--how did he enter,? We had the door closed!!

Damn it, he has a spare key.

Splendid.

Hurriedly pulling away from the kiss, Thikki and I divert our gaze to the entrance of the main door belonging to the living room where uncle is standing, dressed up in formal attire, a skyblue button-up shirt, and white pants. His face is crammed with resentment, and his line of sight is focused only on Thikki. He even has his fingers balled up in a fist. What would happen now? Will he beat me up?

Uncle is a fit man. Even though he is in his 50s, he has a good-looking aged face with white hair and is an unbelievably muscled monster.

I'm dead.

Beside me, I can feel Thikki tensing up. And the way uncle approached her didn't help her condition any further. Once he reaches in front of her, he didn't even hesitate a bit before slapping Thikki right across her cheeks. She already has an injury there!

"Uncle" my tone, to my shock, comes out in a low octave.

He loans me a cold gaze, prompting me to gulp in fear. On the other hand, Thikki's tears have initiated to spill down as she rests her palm over her left cheek where uncle has slapped her.

I felt a sting in my chest beholding her in tears. "Since how many days has this been going on?" Uncle questions Thikki, completely ignoring me.

She doesn't respond to him.

"Uncle..." I attempt to call him once again and this time, he grants me a more serious look. "Be quiet." He orders sternly and again proceeds to hurl cutlasses at Thikki with his eyes.

"I did not expect my daughter to do something like this." The disappointment in his voice is definite. "I don't understand Thikshitha...he is too young for you. Haven't you once thought about your future before getting yourself involved in this kind of relationship? I thought my daughter was finally able to seek out her life for herself. But you proved me wrong." Thikki lifts her head and stares at her dad, confidently.

"I have thought about it, dad. I know what I want. I love Vicky." Uncle glances at me, from bottom to top, and lingers his regard in my eyes for seconds that are more than necessary. All the while, I showcased my best innocent expression as he retains on surveying me.

"You love him? This kid?" Uncle stuck his forefinger in my chest as he enquires Thikki. His unsure gaze is still racing over my face. "I'm nineteen..." I murmur quietly.

"Just nineteen and you don't have a job! Plus you can't even handle your financial needs yourself then how will you look after my daughter? Well, forget it, she had already begun to earn for herself. But then again! you are still immature. That's the sheer point why I can't accept you. Believe me, Vicky, your age isn't my biggest concern but your personality is. I know you too well than you could ever know. Which is why I can't approve this."

I don't have a clue what to reply to him. In a way, he is right...

"Look, dad, I can take care of Vicky. I earn an adequate salary to fulfill his and mine financial requirements."

I don't want to be a burden on Thikki.

"No Thikshitha. Why can't you understand what I'm trying to tell you? He isn't ready for relationships. Especially with you." Uncle states firmly.