✧It all started with a slap✧
╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍
She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself.
She is trying...
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When I heard the most captivating voice. It sent goosebumps with a calming sensation through me with just her few words. I turned around to look at the person. She was the most beautiful woman I would ever see, with the most delicate features. Her skin was flawless and smooth, with just a hint of colour in her cheeks. Her eyes were bright and alluring. She had long midnight black hair and plump pink lips. She exuded a cheerful aura.
Her beauty was breathtaking.
She then asked Athwa if he was okay, and the boy was staring at her. She ignored him and took him into the cafe, where she wrapped a bandage around his bleeding right knee, which was caused by me.
I hurt him again, and he was bleeding because of me. I am the reason for his pain right now. That angered me, and without thinking, I grabbed his hand and began dragging him to the exit, but the long-haired beauty stopped me. I was enraged, so I yelled at her, telling her not to touch me with her dirty hand and that we did not need her help.
In response, she said I was being harsh and unnecessary I was stunned because no one had ever spoken back to me like this. In my enraged state, I grabbed her arm tightly. "Do not tell me what is harsh and what isn't, and I do not need your help."
She jerked my hand away, releasing herself from my tight grip. I felt a warm sensation on my left cheek. I realized she had SLAPPED me.
A nobody slapped me. She slapped Rudra Kapoor.
"Do not touch me, stupid. I didn't help you, nor did I want to. "I helped Athwa," she said, her eyes narrowing.
I was staring at her with a murderous gaze, but she ignored me. How could she not be affected by my gaze? She turned to face Athwa, who was sobbing. She was more concerned about him than she was about herself.
She told him not to cry and that his wounds would heal quickly. I and Athwa left right away because if I had stayed any longer, I would have done something regrettable.
When we arrived home and entered the living room, everyone was there, and when they saw Athwa was injured, they rushed over to him and forced him to sit on the couch.
while I remained at the living room's entrance. Muktha and Papa questioned him about what happened and how it happened, while Mom went into the kitchen to get him something to eat.
Athwa explained that it was nothing serious and that he had simply slipped. I could not accept that he was attempting to save me from Muktha and Papa's wrath.
"You do not need to lie for my sake, and I do not want you to deny that I was the cause of your current pain; I do not want that!" I said as I walked up to him.
Hearing this, Athwa flinched at my harsh and rough voice. He started crying quietly.
"What do you mean, my baby is hurt because of you? I know you, you're not that insensitive to hurt our Athwa." Muktha said.
