Secrets in Sweet Sculpting

Chapter 3

I do not own the photo up top. The photographer is given credit for the image you just saw.

Neil Bedi

"Good evening my baby"

"Hope you reached home safely"

Why the hell was that asshole texting me? I should block him. I blocked him.

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"Mr. Bedi about your upcoming exhibition, I want it to happen but we were lacking at funding-" I didn't let Mr. Miles complete. "It's fine Mr. Miles. I can do it for free" I assured. "No the problem got solved. One of my business partner helped me and we are ready for your upcoming exhibition" he completed. "Okay. Let's discuss the timings and protocols" I suggested and he nodded.

Finally I was done for the day. It was already 8pm and I was tried as hell. The event was held on next Monday and I had already messaged daddy and papa about the exhibition. My car was at service centre so I was walking towards my apartment. I thought about taking a cab but then I thought I should walk and search for my inspiration.

I wish I could visit India. I would've gotten best ideas there. As I was walking I heard someone yelling in front of me. As I walked forward I saw a guy yelling at a small kid and the kid was crying. My heart clenched. I ran towards the kid. His knees were scraped. "Are you okay?" I knelt in front of the kid.

"I am...sorry...I am lost...I want my mom" he cried. I hugged him. "It's okay. Everything is fine. You are okay" I rubbed his back. Suddenly I was pulled back. "Hey is he your kid?" he yelled and punched my face. God that hurt. "Your kid just got in the middle of the road and my car got damaged" he yelled again. "I...am...sorry" the kid cried.

"Just shut the fuck up!" I yelled back. I hide the kid behind my legs. "Everything will be fine kid" I assured him. I saw the kid nodding. The man suddenly grabbed me by my collar. "Pay me for the damage that your kid has done" he spat. "You were driving fast. I saw it" one of the woman said.

"Shut up bitch I was not" he yelled again. I was going to go deaf tonight. I was trying hard to remove his hold from my collar but it was difficult as hell. "Leave me" I said calmly. "What if I don't" he smirked. He fucking smirked.

Before I could punch his ugly face someone already pushed him away. And that was none other than Rohit. Rohit punched his face. I mean showered punches on his face. "Bastard" "Bloody wanker" and Rohit cursed and cursed, I just stood there seeing him hitting that guy. To be honest I was in awe but I hate Rohit so no I was not in awe.

I pulled Rohit's arm. "Enough. He looks dead" I simply stated. Rohit looked at me, in my eyes "But he punched you" Rohit said. "Leave him or else he will die" I requested him to stop. "Then let him die" he sighed and punched him again. "Rohit! Stop" I yelled.

"Fine" he got up and kneeled in front of the kid. "Thank...you uncle" the kid sniffled. "Your welcome" he ruffled the kid's hair. "James! James!" a women came running and hugged the kid. "Thank god you are safe" she cried.

After few minutes we told her everything, she thanked us and left. "Are you a stalker?" I asked while walking. "Why? Do you want me to be one?" Rohit followed me behind. "Shut up" I groaned. "Let me drop you home" he suggested. "No thanks" I replied. "Baby!" he whined. "I am not your baby" I glared.

"You are" he stated. "No I am not and please leave me alone" I requested sweetly. Fine not so sweetly. "Why baby? Angry on your hubby?" he pouted. He fucking pouted. "Why are you pouting? What are you five?" I groaned in annoyance. He held my wrist and pulled me inside and alley.

"What the fu-" he placed his huge hand on my mouth. "Stop talking future wife" he smirked. I hate it. I hate him. He parted my legs with his leg, his knee pressing my crotch. It was getting hard to breath. He removed his hand from my mouth and grabbed my chin, his thump in my fucking mouth. I was about to bite him but he pulled away.