Love Me

16

DAKSH'S P.O.V

Roshni sat across from me at the breakfast table, stabbing at her pancakes while glaring as if I’d committed some crime.

"Why are you glaring at me? I know I’m handsome." I asked, shoving another bite into my mouth with a smirk.

Her eyes narrowed. "Why are you wearing a shirt and coat? And why is it so tight? The girls in class already keep talking about you."

I set my fork down, scanning her outfit. She is commenting on my shirt while wearing a crop top which keeps lifting up whenever she moves her hand even slightly.

"Roshni, you’re wearing a crop top." The words came out sharper than I intended.

"So what? Everyone wears it. I’m not old-fashioned like you," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

I leaned back before giving her response.
"Concentrate on your studies, don’t get distracted. I saw you weren’t attentive at all in your first class." I carried my plate into the kitchen, but when I came back, she was still glaring.

"One thing, You will never raise your hand on me again. Never. You can’t just slap me whenever you want." She snapped suddenly

I stood still meeting her eyes. "And you can? What kind of law of justice are you following? Did I bring it up? You slap me back did I complain?"

She crossed her arms. "Natural law of justice. I'm following it." she answer of course half reply.

I exhaled slowly, forcing my voice to calm. "Fine. It should never happen again. I’ll try not to raise my hand for silly matters. But remember what I slapped you for last time wasn’t silly. Keep that in mind. And I repeat again I don't want you to meet your cousin. His intention is bad and if you still meet him after my warning than there will be more than just a slap. Now hurry, or you’ll be late." I said and left fare money on the table and walked out before the argument could drag on.

Behind me, I heard her fist slam the table. Auntie’s voice drifted faintly.

"What happened, beta?"

"Nothing. I accidentally did it. Sorry," Roshni muttered. As if that was true.

Third person's p.o.v

In college, Roshni was sitting with a group of girls in class, who, as usual, kept gossiping.

"You know, whenever I see our maths professor, I feel like I’m going to have daddy issues," one girl said dramatically.

Roshni blinked in confusion. They were clearly talking about Daksh.

"Why only daksh? There are many professor who are more handsome than him. Go behind them." Roshni thought bitterly.

"Yes, you’re right. He’s so hot! Did you see him today? Wearing a coat oh my god, I almost had a heart attack. We’ll have to get good marks just to be in his eyes." Another girl squealed, and the rest nodded in agreement.

"Coat? I told him not to wear it. He does it on purpose." Roshni thought getting angry by passing minutes.

"What daddy issue?" Roshni asked, frowning.

"Don’t you know, dude? He’s just daddy material," one explained.

"Daddy material?" Roshni repeated blankly.

"Yeah! He’s older than us, looks like he’d take full control, set rules, punishments, discipline… imagine those hands giving orders or touching us...It’d be exciting. Or perhaps I should stop reading books too much." The girl said with a frown coming to reality.