Enchanted

Chapter [10]

Shubman's pov:-

"Long time no see. Huh?"

I heard a familiar voice-the voice that I never wanted to hear again, the cause of my biggest nightmare.

"Nehal?...What are you doing here?"

I leaned up, composed my posture and uttered as I noticed the man blankly staring at me.

A smirk plastered on his face projecting intimidation, showing dominance and superiority.

His evil grin hiding the wicked schemes twirling in his mind, always making my skin crawl.

"I wanted to talk."

He replied nonchalantly as his unreadable gaze darted to the bouquet currently in my hand.

I felt myself gripping it more protectively while he blankly stared at it, as if he assembled all the pieces of puzzle together already.

He is the one who send his men to my restaurant for recovery eventhough we have payed the whole amount with my father's insurance and my savings.

Deep down I knew if I had payed even triple the amount he would still not leave me.

"How long have you been here?"

I broke the piercing silence as the realization of him staring at Ishan's house hit me.

"Like half an hour, I knew I would find you here."

I couldn't help but feel my stomach twist at his reply. So, he has been keeping an eye on me...

Being stalked didn't scare me as much as his unusual solace visit did.

"We already payed off the debt. So, don't try to interfere in my life otherwise, the consequence won't be great. I will take legal approach for this matter."

I warned eventhough I knew deep down it was useless to even try because I already sensed the answer he would give-bring up my past.

"Legal approach? You do know that it's gonna hit you back right on the face. Right?"

He replied like a lunatic with a wicked chuckle as if my warning was a pun.

"Do you sleep calmly at night? After ruining all those people's lives."

As I expected, tearing up old wounds, nice strategy.

As much as I tried to not think about it, my thoughts automatically shifted back to my past.

I remembered myself mercilessly beating up a man who bumped into me just because I was drunk.

"Watch out! Motherfucker!! Today's youth is fucking disgusting! Don't even know how to respect their elders!!!!"

That was the last straw for me at that moment.

Returning from the hospital after paying the bills of my father who had encountered a seizure because of large amount of consumption of alcohol had been freaking frustrating.

However, it was more tiring and depressing to live with a drunkard father who doesn't give a shit about me.

A teenager living with an alcoholic father, paying his bills and rent by working multiple part time jobs, who's mother and sister is away from him.

What do you expect? It was bound to happen and it happened.

The next memory that flashed through my mind was the bleeding face of that man.

I sat on top of him, blowing punches on his face with no break, pouring all my stored rage on him.

It was inevitable.