All Chapters of Being His: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

 There is a slight chillness in the air, the tree leaves turning a shade darker. Winter is coming. And no, there are no white walkers here. Except the kids who come to get candies on Halloween. Ugh, I hate that festival. Not because of the kids,but because I never had candies with me. Bruh, I don't even have a place to live. How can I provide candies to kids when I can have them for lunch? The idea does not fit well with those small mind, small bodies. They try their cutest expressions and when I refuse, their expressions turn horrific. It literally feels as if I have stolen something from them. And that makes me feel guilty. Hence, the hating conclusion on Halloween. Talking about kids, today Laila is going to attend her first nursery class. Not as a kid, but as a teacher. It is even hard to think of that girl as a teacher. Now don't get me wrong. I love her and appreciate her for who she is. But still, Einstein can't be a donkey and donkey can't be Einstein. That's th

 My head spins as I see these creatures called children jumping up and down the desks, torturing the toys more than playing with them. One of them takes the broken toy train and hits another boy,who then takes the other half of the train to fight a combat with him. Combat with toy train halves. Not swords. These people will be great warriors, I can tell. Some of the children, including little girls, try to climb up the table on which Laila is currently sitting, her entire body trembling at the army. Some of them shout so loud, I wonder if my eardrum is still intact. A few notice me on this side and run towards me. Shit!  I try to find an escape route but two boys grab my arms and start dragging it. In a second, I have become a human seesaw on which the children are jumping. "Play, play!!!" They scream and I grit my teeth, trying my best to release my precious and only available pair of arms from the clutch of these demons. I do not regret refus

 I honestly did not consider myself being that idiot who actually falls for these overused words like 'you are beautiful.' I have heard them so many times in college, when some men were hitting on Laila. Yes, she could have had a boyfriend at that time, but knowing how her family is, I suggested not doing it. One mistake and she will be grounded forever. Plus I did not believe in those boys. I have seen very few couples in school and college who end up marrying each other. Relationships at such a young age do not remain intact. But what about Dhruv? Has he done this before? The thought of him telling some other girl or even a sugar baby that she is beautiful does not sit well with me.  "Thank you." I say with a small smile.  Dhruv gestures to me to sit inside the car and moves aside to make way for me. "After you." I look at the car with the height backseat. I can get inside it. But my back. He looks at my hesitation.&

 I did not expect it, but this actually feels good. Really good! The woman I am naked to, Rubina, is assigned to give me a spa and massage. I first wondered if we had to go to some massage parlour, but I forgot that my Sugar Daddy has a built-in spa in his mansion. How typical is that? Calling him as my Sugar Daddy sounds weird though. Even in my thoughts. I would prefer Dhruv. Or boyfrien–no way! He is not my boyfriend. This relationship is as good as the contract. Once it ends, this ends too.  I sigh, something hurting within me for the idea of ending this relationship. Do I really have to? It reminds me that Dhruv told me,it is based on my decision to keep this relationship or not. I had fixed my mind earlier that I will definitely leave the moment I get the chance. But now, I am sceptical. How is leaving this contract even going to benefit me? I have to keep going on with my service and fall under the grasp of another sugar daddy. Who

 "You know what? You should work in mystery films. You will single handedly kill people with your suspense."  "Yes, I know that. But I am happy with my business. Thank you very much. Now, let's go. If the digestion starts kicking in, you will feel sleepy and then we won't be able to have our trip."  "Fine." I move up from the seat and we walk out of the mansion, with Blondie trailing behind. We all settle down inside the car and Boris starts to drive. Fifteen minutes later, we enter a residential area. Why are we here? A huge metallic black gate stands in our way and opens with a noise that startles me. The car moves inside and I look through the window to find several high-rise buildings. By the look of it, this place looks pricey and more or less a complex project. The land around stretches as far the vision goes and there are at least three separate parks, and one big swimming pool. Definitely fancy. The car moves a