Chapter 6

He walks towards me, steady steps, the one of a predators walking towards his prey. 

His hazel eyes look straight into me,as if pulling me towards them. I wanted to look somewhere else,but I was trapped under those orbs. 

"Hello,Miss Adarsh." His lips curved into a smile,his dimples evident from the arch of his cheeks. Those hazel eyes scanned me like I'm his evening meal. 

"Hello. Mr-"

He arched an eyebrow at me. 

I'm having a short circuit in my brain right now. I can't even remember his name. What the fuck is happening to me! 

"Mr. Saxena. It's nice to meet you." I managed to speak. Somehow. 

He smiled with satisfaction. God, I'll eat that smile! 

"The pleasure is all mine." He walked towards me and signalled the guy beside me whose name I have probably forgotten, to leave. 

He forwarded his hand towards me, asking me to hold it and I obeyed like the good girl I am. Well,this good girl is having bad thoughts. 

We walked towards the table and I sat on the chair beside the huge table. He pulled the chair for me to sit, like a gentleman. I wondered if he was trying to look one or give me the false impression. 

Because it was working...

He sat across me and called the waiter .

"Do you drink wine?" He asked me. 

What should I answer? That I'm one of those douchebags that have never even tasted one for trying to be a good girl?

"Uh, I basically stay away from alcohol." I reply.

He smirked. 

"Wine doesn't have that much of alcohol. It's mostly grapes."

Great job Meera for acting out the dumbest geek out there! 

"Try once, if you don't like the taste then I'll arrange a mocktail for you." 

He's so sweet. Or maybe acting one to get me make some stupid move. Though, I'm already being stupid, ain't I?

"Ok."

The waiter served us the wine in those tall glasses. They look so classy, I always wanted to have one. 

Put Coca-cola in it and act as if I am drinking wine. 

I picked up the glass,my hands already shaking. I'm scared that it'll fall from my hand. And secondly, he is staring at me like a hawk. As if watching my every move. 

I just pray that the floor splits into half and takes me in. 

I sip in the pale yellow drink, the fluid burning my throat instantly. Honestly, I needed it. A few slaps on my face will also do if it can distract me from those sharp gazes that are scrutinizing me. 

"How is it?" He took a sip of the wine and stared back at me expecting an answer. 

"It's nice." Honestly, I don't know why the hell I said that!

He looked pleased with my answer and placed his hands on the table, flashing his high priced watch on his wrist. That must cost a fortune. 

"What's the matter?" He looked straight into my eyes,as if trying to pull out every bit of truth from my soul. 

I looked at him questioningly. 

"You look scared. Do I look scary?" 

For a minute, I'm thankful that I wasn't sipping the wine at that time. Else it would've stuck at my throat and choked me to death. 

Is he a mind reader? 

"Na-no. No." I blinked my eyes a few times. 

"Well, you should be." He smirked. His eyes reflected something very wicked. 

I don't know if it is me or the air feels heavier by his looks. 

"Why should I be?" Finally! A proper sentence. I should be handed a medal for this. 

But I regret it the moment I see his hazel eyes changing a shade darker. It was like yellowish brown. 

As if he has some plans laid out for me. And they aren't good. 

But somehow, I wasn't scared. I was intimidated,not scared. 

"Why did you decide to be a sugar baby?" His abrupt change in topic caught me off gaurd. 

Why does he ask questions that are the most hard to answer? 

Should I tell him that my mother sold me? Should I lie? But what if he already knows but is trying to play a game with me? 

"Situation forced me." I gave a meek smile and stared back at him trying to look all fine. 

He looked quite amused by my answer.But thankfully,he didn't drag it further. 

"You were born in California?" He continued with his investigation. 

"No. I was born and brought up in Kolkata."

"Bengali?"

"No, actually a South Indian."

"Intresting. So you're a South Indian who was brought up in Kolkata and is now studying in America?"

"Yes."

"How come you came here?" 

"I...um...I always wanted to explore foreign countries, one of them being America. One of my mother's friends advised to send me outside."

"Okay. And you agreed?" He looks down at his phone relieving me of the scrutinizing stares for a minute. 

"Yes. In my house, studying and doing a job outside like a golden offer."

Maybe I said too much. He didn't ask me that,did he? 

"Mhmm. So, are you alright with this?" He stares back at me with a calculative gaze. 

I don't know what to answer. I'm not alright with all this. Honestly, I just want to run back home,sit in my bed and watch Vampire Diaries. And think about what topic to study next. Just like a normal teenager does! 

I never wanted any of this! I just wanted a peaceful life! 

"Yeah." 

I can tell that he was not satisfied with my answer. Maybe he can see through me. 

The waiter served us the dinner. The plate was filled with macaroni cheese pasta with some green toppings whose name I didn't know. 

The smell was already waffling my olfactory nerves. Only because I have to maintain myself,else I would have been eating without any etiquette. 

"Pepper?" I look back at him,he holding the stylish pepper container. Yeah, the pepper bottle is also sleek and stylish. 

"Yes." 

I thought he'll forward the container,but he leaned forward and jerked the container over the pasta. I observed his eyes focused on his work and he looked so sexy. 

Who looks sexy while putting pepper on pasta? 

Ok. This is going too far. Control your mind Meera! 

He looked back at me and smiled. And I feel like an asthma patient. 

I am breathing issues. 

For the next half an hour we ate in silence. I thought it would be relieving,but it turned out to be dreadful. 

Half of the time,he kept staring at me while I was slurping the pasta in my mouth. 

Now, how am I supposed to eat when a handsome guy is looking at me like that? 

And why he is looking at me even? Definitely regretting his choice. I'm sure about that. 

After the dinner he stands out of his seat and walks towards me. I notice his hand forwarded at me. 

I get the cue and obey as usual. I place my hand over his and he takes me towards another room. 

This room is more comfier than the dinning area. It has got beautiful furtnitures that don't overwhelm the closure the place gives you. There's no painting,but a small fire place with two couches sitting with each other. 

Looking at it,I can imagine the movie scenes where two men sit together and discuss things that's either related or utter garbage for the movie. 

My attention is broken by Dhruv who asks me to settle down in one of the couches. 

I walk towards the left one and settle in it. My butt squeezes the squishy material inside the fabric and I badly want to lean my back over the back of the couch. 

Dhruv sits across me. 

For second thoughts,I had doubts about why I wasn't rejected yet. 

"Wine?" He asked. 

"Yes please." I feel much more confident now with the wine hitting me. 

I just pray that this night doesn't turn out worse. 

It's something I pray regularly. But this time,it feels like life or death. 

"Meera?"I look at Dhruv who's staring back at me seriously. 

Oh no! Did I do something wrong? 

"I really want this to work." 

I gawk at him for a minute, dumbstruck by his statement. 

"I mean, I really think that you're different from the other girls I met. You're... better than them." 

Did I hear right? Or this is my imagination? 

I just stared at him, looking for more explanation. 

"I don't think that I am. But I am glad that you felt that way." I say, looking down at my nails. They look polished. 

And they make me wonder. Is my behavior good for him,or it's the outer polishing that makes him like me. 

I hear a sigh from the other side. 

"You underestimate yourself." He smiles and moves up from his seat, carrying the wine glass. 

He struts towards me with pride and hands me the glass. 

"Thank you." 

"You don't have to be so formal." He smiles at me, revealing the dimples digging holes in his cheeks. 

And I think I am drooling with lust. I want to eat those dimples. 

Damn,Meera! 

I flicker my eyelids trying to get hold of myself. 

"Umm,no. I just... It's our first meeting." 

"Making a good impression?" His eyes drop at my lips and they stay there for a while. 

My hormones are partying right now. My thigh is screaming 'Get me to bed' and my mind wants me pre book my funeral for the cats and Laila to attend. 

This guy is going to kill me someway or the other. 

And I'm scared that I will be the one digging my own grave and laying on it. 

"Uhh-"

He bends down as if proposing me with a ring and looks at me with those beautiful hazel eyes. 

I seriously wouldn't mind if he says that he wants to fuck me. My whole body is running on estrogen. 

What is happening to me? I feel like hitting my head somewhere.

"You're beautiful." He says in his silky smooth tone and I am all wet! 

His right hand reaches towards my face and he allows his thumb to trace my cheek. 

"I've been with a lot of women,Meera. But I can say with confidence that none of them have that charm like you do." 

I wish he is saying the truth. But I know that it's just one of those tricks to allure me into this. I guess. 

My body may run high on estrogen but I am not a believer and not a fool! Especially when I have a garbage mother who can get to any extent for money. 

"Thank you. You're handsome too." He arches his brow, quite amused with my reply. 

I smile. 

I'm not getting your game,Mister! 

His finger slides towards my lips, leaving invisible burns in my skin over his trail. 

Why is it getting so difficult? I'm worried that I will now start acting like a real slut with his gorgeous man doing his eye tricks like Damon Salvatore. 

Is he a Vampire? 

I laugh at my own thought. 

"What's funny?" He asks me.

Oops! I should take care of my expressive face. 

"Nothing. Can I get some water?"

I said this to distract him from my lips but now I feel that maybe I should attain a degree on how to be smart. 

But luckily,he agrees with a smile. 

What's with the smile thing with everyone! 

He hands me the glass and I gulp down the water in a go. Trying to avoid the gazes from him. 

"You said no kissing in the form." His statement makes me feel like throwing up the water in the carpet. But it's a beautiful carpet, maybe a million dollar one. Why destroy it with my poor mouth?

So I hold back and force the liquid down my throat. I hope I don't look ugly doing it.

"Umm,yeah." I whisper not getting the confidence to go further with the topic.

"Why?" He asks with dissapointment. Typical of jerks. Poor guy won't get the chance to stick his lips with mine. Ironically, I will like it. But no thank you. I would like to save my first kiss for the love of my life. If he ever appears. 

"I don't like it." 

"You don't like kissing guys?"

What?? Are you kidding me! 

"No. I meant that I don't want to do it. I'm not comfortable with it." I am seriously getting annoyed with this guy. Sorry,man. Guy doesn't go with his personality. 

"Okay." He just says that and looks out of the window. I wish I can read what he's thinking. Where's Doraemon when you need him?

"You may leave now." He doesn't look at me. 

Wait, what? How rude is that? 

Taking my leftover respect with me,I move away from my couch and bid him a goodbye. 

Jerk doesn't even reply back. 

"Boris will show you out." 

"Okay." 

In these moments I wished my dictionary of slangs were better. His behaviour changed so fast after knowing that he won't get the chance to use me physically. Asshole! 

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David drives me home and wishes me a goodbye. I walk upstairs being grateful for not seeing those jerks grouping here. 

My day has just turned the worse and I don't want any extra. 

Getting my keys out,I unlock my door and walk inside with a sad face. 

I wasn't expecting anything better,but still I expected better. Does that make sense? 

I have surely got a dual mind making it's own arguments. 

In simple words,I knew how I was going to be treated but still hoped for something good to happen.

Maybe that handsome asshole liking me. Treating me well. He did it at the beginning but dicks don't change. They change when they see no opportunity. 

I throw my clutch on the sofa and hop on my bed. I was tired of being treated like a piece of garbage. With no respect,no love. Nothing. 

A tear or two prickled on the bed making the sheet wet. And then came the shower of cries. 

Honestly, I don't know why I am crying. Is it because I was treated bad at the end? Or because I just came to know that the only thing worth in me for others is my body? 

I wipe my tears and lay there for the God knows how many hours. I just don't want to move. I don't want to do anything. I just want a break from all of this. 

I close my eyes thinking about how my life used to be when my dad was there. He treated me like a princess and I never had to worry about anything when he was around. My bitchy mom was also different at that time. She was good to me. Although she is my stepmother. 

"Meera, don't be scared of falling. Because you're strong enough to stand back." My dad said. His brown eyes reflecting my own.

"But dad I'll get hurt if I fall." 

"Yes you would. Do you remember the day you jumped a lot on the bed and fell on the floor, hurting your leg?"

I nod my head. 

"Well, it hurt at that time. But it healed quickly and you learnt the lesson to have control when you are jumping."

"Yes. Now I don't jump on the bed." 

"Exactly beta. Strange it is,but we learn from the most challenging situations of our life. It hurts us but it makes us stronger." He cupped my face. 

"Be scared. But don't let it stop you from learning and getting stronger. Now put your foot on the pedal. Daddy has got your back."

I squeeze my eyes in pain. I wish my dad was here to have my back. 

"You promised dad. Please come back." 

I dig my head in the mattress allowing my emotions to overflow from my eyes. 

God knows when all this will end. 

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