𝑺𝑵𝑰𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 𝑯𝑰𝑴 | 18+ | ✔️

🧚‍♀️ | Going home |

Chapter 11

Over the next few weeks, I and Sidhant kept fucking each other. He always fucked my brains into the next universe.

I have started to anticipate night times now. To feel him fucking me, then helping me shower, then tucking me in, and listening to me speak.

It feels cozy and like home.

I check my bags. I'm going home for the break.

Which means saying bye to Sid for a few weeks. I'm going to miss him.

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"Nikita!" Mom shouts, hugging me, her caramel eyes shining in anticipation.

"Ma," I smile, hugging back. She takes a few bags from me, and takes them to the big house.

It doesn't belong to us. It belongs to the people Mum works for, but she has her quarters in it.

I look at the house beside ours, which belongs to Sarika and Vedant. I spot blue hair over there, and see Gina.

Gina is a childhood friend of Sarika, and something is going on between her and Vedant.

I wave at her, she waves back with a smile. She's kind.

I go into the house, to my mother's room. Ma is already sorting my stuff.

"You've got so many party dresses in here." She says.

"We party a lot, told you."

"Yes sweetie, you did." She sighs. She takes out my toothbrush, and goes to the bathroom.

I check my phone.

Sid: Reached home?

Niks: Yes. You?

Sid: Yes.
Sid: Are you free?

Niks: Why?

Sid: Do you want to facetime?

I furrow my eyebrows. Who would Sidhant want to face time me?

Sid: Zara wants to see you.

I smile. Sidhant told me some thjngs about her, like the fact she's enthusiastic, a tech genius, and stuff.

"Why are you smiling, Niki?" Mom asks.

I close my phone in a hurry, "Nothing, Ma."

"Is it a boy?" She asks.

I try to deny, but I can tell she knows. I believe Mom isn't too fond of men. Especially because one of them impregnated her with me.

"I don't mind. You can tell me about him." She says.

She won't stop till I tell her so I say, "It's just I fancy him. There's nothing to it."

"Oh comeon."

I roll my eyes, "Fine, he's a very tall, big and a silent guy. He is like moody-"

"I don't see any likeable qualities yet."

I scoff. What's not likeable in big, tall, silent guys who fuck like pornstars?

"And he listens to me whenever I say anything. He stays with me, he wants to stay with me."

"You look like you're in love." She says.

I laugh, "No, that's too much. I'm not in love." Which is true.

"So tell me his name." She says, picking a glass of water from the counter.

"It's Sid." I say, "Sidhant Singh."

The glass in mom's hand shatters as it falls on the floor.

What the fuck.

"Are you okay, Ma?"

She nods her head vigorously. But she looks shaken, and her eyes have gone to some other world.

"Do you know him?" I ask, judging her reaction.

"Who?"

"Sidhant."

"No. No." She shakes her head, "I d-don't."

She goes away from there quickly.

What the fuck is going on?

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"Hi." I say shyly.

I'm facetiming Sid. I've never faced time anyone but Mom.

"Hi." He replies, the camera showcasing me his strongly built square face, strong jaw, the little stubble on his chin, the messed up black hair falling here and there.

"So.. uh.. where's Zara? Why does she want to see m-"

Someone snatches the phone from Sidhant. A girl appears on the screen. She's not small, nor big.

She has Sidhant's eyes, and beautiful straight brown hair cascading around her shoulders, "Hey!" She says.

"Hi, Zara." I say, assuming she's Zara.

"Yup. That's me. I'm Zara. I've been wanting to meet you Nikita. Sidhant talked a lot about y-"

"Did not." Sidhant says from behind.

"He did, he's shy to admit. He's been telling me about you."

"Good things, I hope?" I ask.

"Very." Zara says.

I hope I'm not blushing, I shake my head so my hair falls infront of my face and sheilds my cheeks incase they are red.

"You're beautiful Nikita." Zara says.

"You too."

"If I were a man, I'd date you. You're cute, smart, humble-"

"She isn't humble." Sid says from behind, "Just look at her when she parties."

"Parties? I wanna go to parties too! Can we go to parties?"

I laugh, and smile at her.

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