A Desi romcom Indian story, where the main lead is not any kind of mafia or any emotionless. Rude, Ruthless man.
He is a kind man, who makes a priority of his family and wife first. He is. Standard. Unlike those leads who curses there family uneven...
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It was around 2 PM. I had just finished my lunch, at the Gateway and was driving home when I took a left turn, honking loudly to alert the other driver. But, of course, fate was not on my side today.
Kya ch*tiyagiri hai, arghh! And now, a brand-new scratch.
Frustrated, I pulled over and stepped out, my eyes scanning the other vehicle.
“Ae, you! Get out of the car or at least roll down your window! Can’t you see what you’ve done? A dent and a scratch! Come out, you a**hole!” I snapped, my temper flaring.
The driver, however, remained indifferent. Instead, a hand casually slipped a blank check through the narrow gap of the window.
"Here. Fill in whatever amount you want and get your car fixed. Just don’t raise your voice at me," he stated with an air of nonchalance.
I clenched my jaw. If he had the audacity to show me his face, I would have landed a solid punch on it.
“Oh hello, I don’t need your ridiculous blank check! I can handle my own expenses. Just say sorry and leav. I won’t even bother calling the police, so consider yourself lucky,” I retorted, folding my arms, my lips pursing into a pout.
He exhaled sharply, amusement lacing his tone.
“The police?” He chuckled darkly. “They’re all in my pocket. Take the check and let’s not waste each other’s time.”
My blood boiled. "Maybe the police are under your thumb, bt I certainly am not. Stop this nonsense and just apologize, Mr. Bigshot."
Taking a deep breath, I continued, “I honked before turning. You didn’t hear it, which makes it your fault. Just say 'sorry'—it’s only five letters—and let’s end this matter.”
Rather than responding, he simply sped off, leaving me standing there, stunned.
It was his mistake, and yet he had the audacity to act like I was the problem. My pride stung.
I muttered under my breath, flicking my hair back. “I swear, in the next seven lifetimes, I will make your life a living hell. With a dramatic huff, I stomped back to my car.
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