LOVING MY BULLY...(ON HOLD)

Chapter 8

Under editing.

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Prags’ POV

When I walked into the hall, I saw Bulz’s dadi entering the house.
And that’s when I froze.

It was her.
The same woman who had advised me with such precious words in the temple that day.

Her warm eyes met mine, and she smiled. But the very next second, that smile turned into visible confusion, as though she too recognized me. Before either of us could speak, Bulz came bounding in and pulled me forward, introducing us to each other. We exchanged smiles and hugged, surprising Bulz even more.

“Wait a minute, do you two… know each other?” Bulz asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes beta,” Dadi ma answered, her voice calm yet affectionate. “We met in a temple before… and we became friends.”

We all sat down on the sofa. That’s when Abhi walked in, sipping his lemon tea like some hero from a movie—relaxed, confident, but with eyes that immediately locked on me. He slouched onto the bean bag across from us. Bulz smiled at him briefly, then went to her room to get ready to drop me back at the hostel.

And there it was again. His staring session.
Did this guy plan to kill me with his eyes?

“So beta… did you get rescued or not?” Dadi asked me casually.

Rescued? What?

Abhi’s head turned sharply. His brows furrowed in confusion as his gaze pierced through me. “From whom, Dadi?”

“From Mr. Bully. Isn’t it, beta?” Dadi ma said, her eyes fixed on me with a playful smile.

Abhi’s expression shifted to something unreadable—curiosity laced with suspicion. His stare grew sharper, and I felt heat rush to my cheeks. I shook my head vigorously, trying to signal Dadi to drop it.

“Dadi!! Where’s my purse?!” Bulz’s voice came from her room, breaking the tension. Dadi excused herself and went off to help her, leaving me alone… with him.

He stood up, and every nerve in my body went on high alert. He walked toward me slowly, like a predator circling its prey. When he leaned down, our faces were just inches apart, his warm breath brushing against my cheek. My heart began to hammer wildly against my ribs.

“Who is Mr. Bully?” he asked softly, but there was steel in his tone.

“N-no one…” I stammered, shaking my head furiously.

“I know it’s me… isn’t it?” he murmured, his eyes searching mine.

“Yes—no—I mean no!” I blurted out, tripping over my own words.

He smirked slightly and moved back just as Dadi and Bulz returned.

“Come, dear,” Bulz said, smiling.

“Where are you two going?” Dadi asked.

“I’m dropping her back to her hostel,” Bulz replied casually.

“Hostel?” Dadi’s face turned serious.

“Yes, Dadi,” I said softly. “I… I’m an orphan, so I stay in the hostel.”

Bulz shot me a glare, but before I could explain, Dadi said gently, “No, beta… don’t say that. You have us now. You’re not going anywhere. First, you’ll finish breakfast with us. Then we’ll see when you want to go back. Come, come.”

Before I could protest, they dragged me to the dining room. Abhi was already there, taking his seat right next to me, while Bulz sat on my other side. Dadi sat at the head of the table.