Raavi - When The Crowned Princess meets The Mafia King.

Bewafai

(Bewafai is unfaithfulness in Hindi.)

I woke up from the siesta to realize Alex had left. Thankfully, he had saved his number in my phone.

I didn't text him that same day so, he doesn't think I'm obsessed with him, even though I was.

Because let's be honest. Emotionally available men that don't waive the way for mental disorders were very rare. Men who wouldn't shit their pants, knowing the real identity of who my father is, even rarer. If I found one such man that's obsessed with me, I'm returning that emotion.

I was sitting in the second class of the day trying to focus as my thoughts went to the foot massage from the prior day. This meant I had to text him, to avoid ruining my perfect GPA's by day dreaming about him.

"Hey there. I would like that coffee date you offered...
Raavi"

I pressed sent as soon aa the class ended and waited two minutes for a reply before going to the cafeteria for a bite.

I waited ten minutes and returned to the next research lab class for the day.

I waited two hours and then went to the library to let the mechanical engineering books make my brain think of better things than his hazel eyes.

"Never mind. I got an assignment I should be working on instead." I double texted, hoping that maybe the hard to get was his thing.

Then I sat in the library for another one and a half hour before walking back to my apartment.

"All men are same. There's no such thing as Good emotionally available men in this century." I said plopping down on my couch as Grace looked up from her romance novel.

"What did he do?" She says, not even looking up.

"Ghosted me. It's been... Like 7 hours." 

"He must be busy or... You could go for women. That's always an option, if you hate men so much."

"All good women are after shitty men. The few Lesbian counterparts, I met online are slowly turning into these shitty men." I say picking up the pack of chips from the table.

"You have your periods. Salt makes you gassy." She reminds me as I groan and shove four in my mouth.

"I can't do this." I say with my mouth half full. - half empty. I'm a pessimist right now.

"You have standards way too high. This way you'll die a virgin and single." She says as I go silent for a moment. She keeps her novel down and looks up at me. "What did you do? Did you do it? Is that why he ditched you after?" She says as I shake my head.

"We... kissed and then he came over, made me soup and gave me a foot massage." I said blushing furiously.

"You kissed him... Well, how was it?" She says excited.

"I didn't ask you how your seventh one night stand with Sean was." I say as she groans.

"I hate you. I just thought you'd know how true love's kiss feels like." She says, picking up her book again.

"It was my first, how will I tell the difference." I say in a low voice before shoving more chips in my mouth and go to my room to change.

I waited for two whole days before sending him a pretty cussy voice mail and decided to move in with the world.

The next morning I saw a newspaper with a familiar picture in the stands, while walking to class that read about the demise of Alexander Steele ll.

I was disturbed about the news of his father a few weeks after his mom, but I knew the mafia way of life. Don't go until you are invited.

If he needed comfort he would come to me. I wouldn't go there, knowing what danger lurks behind that killed both his parents in the span of less than a month.

I waited over one and half week and decided to go clubbing with Grace for the weekend. River was my scene. Clubs were not.

Sitting on my couch in donut print shorts won't help me get over him, I realized.

He wasn't coming back and I should accept it.

I dressed in a short white dress, ending just below my ass, letting my curls open and swoop down lower than my dress with golden heels that had straps curling around to the length of my knees.

"Red lipstick." Grace offered, as I looked at my myself in the mirror. On another day, I would have said No.

Today, maybe it was the two glasses of red wine already in my belly or the pain of hiding so much that was happening from my father, or the fact that so much even happened was hurting my insides.

"Sure." I said taking it to pair with smokey eyes, contoured face and false lashes.

I looked in the mirror and twirled in the tight dress looking at my slightly plus sized waist and the belly fat that came along. I thought about a tummy tucker but then went against it.

My 36DD boobs were not very happy in the body tape that I used to keep them steady in the sleeveless dress, but they held on well.

"Ready to party." I say as Grace chuckles calling a cab. We were soon at the overcrowded overnoisy club that reminded me why I loved the sound of a brook.

We had another drink and then another and maybe a few more, while talking about classes and professors before the drinks buzzed in our bodies and we started dancing in the crowded area.

If I was sober, this place would make me suffocated but drunk me didn't care, dancing with strangers as I felt a lady offer her hand to me.

"Hey hottie." She said, as I looked up to see my extrovert friend so she could shoo her away. Dance wuth strangers-yes, conversation-No. But Grace she was a bit away looking at her phone that displayed Sean's picture. She picked it up and walked out not giving a fck about me.

"Hi." I said putting mine in her's as her grey eyes sparkled. She pulled me towards her in a dance step catching me off guard as she twirled me on her finger and her hands ended on my waist.

"Wow, you're good." I say, as she winks.

"I'm good at alot of other things." She says her tongue in an action so subtle and yet clear, as something Grace had said tugs at the back of my mind.

It should have felt different with Alexander, if it's true love.

"Like?" I ask acting all innocent.

"I can show you, sweetie." She said as I noticed her crop top and cargo pants. I tilted my head in a dance step-up closer to her, as she put her hand under my chin to lift and let her lips hover over mine.

"One rule -  No numbers exchanged." She said over the loud music as I thought for a minute.

"I think I would like that." I said cupping her face ready to close the distance between us as our lips touched and I felt someone.

"No, you wouldn't." I heard a strong familiar masculine voice behind me as a muscular arm snaked my waist, making me turn around and lifted me up and throwing me on his shoulder.

She stood there looking at me shocked, as I murmured a sorry while Alex just carried me out of the club.

Maybe it was the drinks, or I just liked being carried over the shoulder because I did not resist.

Not even once.