Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 10

Amandeep Singh Aulakh

The entire weekend, she avoided me. Not once did she look my way or even acknowledge that I was in the same room. I couldn't blame her, though. I had been an idiot, and I knew it. I had hurt her, pushed her away, and now she was making sure I felt the weight of my actions.

Every time I tried to approach her, she found a way to slip away. If I walked into a room, she walked out. If I called her name, she acted as if she hadn't heard me. It was like I didn't exist to her anymore. And that hurt more than I was willing to admit.

I knew I had to fix this. I couldn't let things stay this way. I had to apologize, had to show her that I truly regretted everything. But how could I do that when she wouldn't even look at me?

I sighed and ran a frustrated hand through my hair. There were moments when I felt like the biggest fool alive. Who in their right mind would treat the person they love like garbage? Apparently, me. I couldn't understand why I kept pushing her away. It was like there was this switch in me, something that turned on and made me say things I didn't mean.

But I wasn't going to make excuses. I had hurt her, and now I had to make it right.

I strode through my messy room, determined to head downstairs. As I reached the bottom step, I nearly ran into Gunu, who was coming from the kitchen. She looked up at me, immediately noticing the frustration on my face.

"What's wrong?" she asked, tilting her head in concern.

I hesitated before sighing. "I just... I really miss your sister."

She let out a soft laugh, crossing her arms. "I heard she hasn't even acknowledged you all weekend."

I nodded. "Yeah. And I deserve it."

She raised an eyebrow. "You were being a jerk to her?"

I nodded again, feeling ashamed. "Yeah."

She hummed thoughtfully. "Well, if you want to fix it, you'd better do something about it. Ignoring the problem won't make it go away."

She was right. But what could I do?

Whenever I needed to clear my head, I turned to my three nephews. Those little guys meant everything to me. Their laughter, their boundless energy—it always helped me forget my worries, even if only for a little while.

That evening, I sat with them in the living room, playing with their toy cars and pretending to lose every race they challenged me to. Their giggles filled the air, lifting my mood just a little. But even as I laughed with them, my mind kept drifting back to her.

I needed to make things right.

That night, I had a dream about her.

I was standing close—too close. Her back was against the wall, and I could feel her warmth just inches away. My breath caught as I looked into her eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. She was breathtaking.

"You're stunning," I whispered.

Her lips parted slightly, and I watched as she exhaled my name. That was all it took for my control to snap. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers—

My eyes shot open, and I sat up in bed, heart racing.

Damn.

I ran a hand down my face, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of the dream. My skin felt hot, my body still reacting to something that hadn't even been real.

I couldn't be dreaming about her like this. Not when she was already upset with me. Not when I had so much to fix between us.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and walked to the bathroom, turning the faucet on and splashing cold water on my face. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my mind still foggy from the dream.