Ch 2

As Priyanka hurriedly exited the restaurant, a whirlwind of emotions churned within her. The embarrassing incident with Aman had left her feeling mortified, yet his unexpected gesture of covering the damages had sparked a glimmer of gratitude amidst the chaos. With each step she took, her mind raced, grappling with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

Outside the restaurant, the cool evening air offered a fleeting respite from the turmoil within. Priyanka paused for a moment, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart. But as she glanced around, her eyes fell upon Aman, standing at the entrance with a conflicted expression etched upon his features.

Their eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, she noticed him only donning his shirt, with his coat nowhere in sight. Embarrassed, she turned her head, avoiding eye contact with him, while she fanned her face to cool her red face.

Despite the awkwardness of the situation, there was a mutual understanding between them about the disappearance of his expensive coat.

'Ah, silly girl, Are you trying to make him broke before your marriage?" She lampooned as she thought of the loss he had just incurred due to her. 

Summoning her courage, Priyanka approached Aman, her steps tentative yet determined. "Aman, I... I don't know what to say," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the crowd.

Her eyes welled up with tears. "I vomited on you," she stammered. "You wore your favorite coat, and because of me, you had to pay for people you didn't even know about." She buried her head in his chest, looking for solace.

Aman's gaze softened, his unconscious scowl and frown replaced by gentle warmth as he stroked her head affectionately. "Priyanka, there's no need to apologize. It was just an unfortunate accident; to me, you being by my side is enough," he murmured in her ears.

As he continued to stroke her head lovingly, like a hamster, she buried her face in her chest. But what she didn't notice was that her boyfriend's face was unnatural, seeing her bury her face in his shirt where she had just vomited.

Noticing the lovely couple, the customer or people around started to comment on them in jealousy. Afraid that the frustrated mob might beat them up, they hurriedly distanced themselves.

While blushing profusely, she murmured gratefully, "Thank you, Aman. Your kindness and understanding mean a lot to me." and ran toward the exit while fanning her burning red face.

With the crowd near them gone, they walked hand in hand into the shimmering lights of the night, touring the city. The first activity they did was shopping, and with his brand new shirt and perfume, Aman, who was walking around while trying to hide his shirt, started walking confidently.

Their date continued till late at night, filled with laughter and bantering as they bought things from various street makers. This was one of the things Aman liked about his girlfriend—she wasn't hungry for a designer or expensive products. And if she ever bought one, it would be bought with her own money.

"See you soon, darling." Aman, sitting inside his Aventador CP-580 Ultimate, waved at Priyanka as she got out of the car. As she left, he licked his lips while gazing at her swaying, thick hips.

Seeing her enchanting backside, which he had tasted not too long ago, his raised hands, unconscious, made a grabbing motion.

As if she had sensed her degenerate hand motions, she turned around and checked if her surroundings were clear before giving him a flying kiss.

Finished with her teasing, she ran home, leaving behind her stunned boyfriend, whose eyes were focused on her swaying hips.

"What the fuck!" Priyanka had opened the door of the main hall without bothering to check if anyone was awake or not. From her past experiences, she thought only her chill brother would be awake, but a being hidden inside the darkness nearly gave her a heart attack.

After having a scare, her punch nearly broke its nose but stopped at the last moment, noticing that the hidden being was none other than her mother.

"Why were you hiding there while glaring at me like a ghost?" As she questioned her mother, her brother emerged from his room while rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Upon seeing her brother's sleepy figure, she understood what had transpired and why her mother was standing guard at the door like a dhampir instead of sleeping in her room. As she thought of this, she unconsciously looked for her father figure.

Her father figure climbing down the stairs entered her field of vision, and she facepalmed herself while cussing about her stupidity internally.

'If Dad is wearing his spectacles, then he must have seen everything.' She thought to herself as she zoomed in on her dad's face. But as her fickle fate had determined, her dad was wearing his spectacles as he entered the room with a frown.

"Where were you, and why are you coming home so late?" Her mother's sharp, almost shrill voice entered her ears, breaking her out of her stupor.

But before she could respond to her mother's questions, she was cut off. "Sujata, Priyu was with a friend," her father replied, trying to reassure his wife.

"Don't cut me off. Because you disregard me, your children disregard me too. If you continue to like that, they will piss on your head one day." Sujata's mother was already angry that her daughter had come home so late in the night, at a time when cases of rape were rampant in the city.

At a time like this, her husband was taking her daughter's side instead of hers. Exasperated, she threw her spectacles on the floor, shattering them to pieces.

"Have you lost your mind? Do you even know how expensive that was?" Vanraj, her husband, exploded in anger upon seeing the blatant disregard for a thing he had bought with his hard-earned money.

Feeling a sudden, sharp pain in his feet, Abhinay's son grimaced in pain. When he checked to see what was wrong, he found that his right foot was pierced by a small part of the broken glass.

"If you continue to behave wantonly, I can behave like this too." Sujata declared, her chest puffing out in an open challenge to her husband's authority. Seeing her husband's hands tremble, she flinched a little but soon regained her confidence.

"This and that issue are different. What if the glass hurts any of our children? And what's this, your child? They are your children too." Seeing her wife continue to stand arrogantly without any guilt, he considered slapping her to remind her of her place but stopped as that might lead to domestic abuse.

Despite their concern for their children, in their outrage, they didn't notice their son limping to the sofa and grimacing as he pulled out the glass shards.

As their fight showed no signs of cooling down, Priyanka was left with no choice but to raise her voice, despite it being rude, as they had ignored her calm voice till now, the main reason behind their full-blown fight.

"Can you both stop, please?" At their daughter's raised voice, they stopped. Their twisted faces and clenched fists reminded her of Rakshas, whom she had dreamed about in her nightmare. Their angered faces nearly compelled her to step back and let them fight to their hearts' content.

Taking a deep breath to calm her anxiety, she cut her angered mom's tirade before it started: "Mom, I was with my boyfriend, shopping for you guys, and as my health deteriorated during the ride back home, we got late."

Asking her if she was satisfied with the explanation, she turned toward her father, her next victim. "And Dad, you shouldn't fight with Mom so much; your BP is already sky-high. Did you check your BP today?"

Her parents, waiting to interject to express their opinions, froze at the sudden shift in their fitness. Smiling wryly, they rushed to their room, running away from her boring but essential health talks.

"Creak!" As their door closed, she walked toward her brother, cleaning and blowing at his bleeding feet.

"You should have told us if you hurt your foot." Placing the first aid next to him, she washed his feet despite his complaints.

"Hiss!" Her attempt at being gentle was not going spectacularly, seeing as her brother was grasping and hissing in pain. At her brother's focused stare, as he looked at their parent's room longingly, she patted his shoulder.

"You know they don't hate you, right? It's just that they are angry at your grades. And even if they don't, you always have me." She hugged her brother tightly, sensing his weak refusal in her embrace. She chuckled and tightened her hug.

His brother continued to resist weakly as he buried himself in her embrace.