𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗶 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝘁𝗮
A sunshine yet bold girl, obsessed with bollywood and books, sweetheart for most, poison for others.
𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗸𝗮𝗿
A cold and reserved guy, doesn't care for anything other then his priorities, yet a darling t...
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I was sitting on the couch with my hands resting on my knees and my eyes fixed on the ground while Neha aunty glared at me from the other side, her arms crossed over her chest. Radhika was fast asleep beside me.
I wondered what she might be thinking about me.
Would she see me as a bad person now?
I really hoped not.
I continued staring at the ground, waiting for her to start scolding us. But when she finally opened her mouth, her voice was as calm as the sea, "How did she get drunk?"
I straightened up, trying my best to look confident as I answered, "Someone had mixed alcohol into the drinks."
"And what was happening outside just now?"
Still so calm.
"That... that was just a friendly hug."
Why the hell did I have to stammer?
She raised an eye brow, as if she was amused by my answer, "Friendly? And her lipstick on your collar is also friendly?"
I could feel my face turning red as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, "Actually, this... I umm..."
She sighed, glancing at Radhika, her glare softening just for a second before she looked back at me, "Look, Rishi. I am sure you already know how much my daughter likes you."
She knows?
Oh God, please save me.
I slowly nodded, "Y-yes."
"Are you both in a relationship yet?", she asked.
"No."
I am sure my image is getting tarnished with every word I say, so I guess I should just say fewer words.
"I know you're a good man. But that doesn't mean I trust you enough to get this close to my daughter.", she nodded at my collar.
I nodded, looking down, "I understand, aunty."
She stared at me for a few more seconds, "Are you planning to ask her out?"
My head snapped up, "I... No... I mean... She asked me out today!", I blurted out.
Why the hell did say that?
Her eyebrows shot up, "She did?"
I nodded.
She cleared her throat, trying to not look surprised, "Well, it doesn't matter. What matters is my daughter's feelings. If I ever find out that you made her cry or-"
I immediately cut her off, "No, aunty! I would never let that happen. I hate seeing her sad as much as you do."
I might be wrong but I think her expressions softened at my words.
