Preeti POV

The way he talked to me today was way too unexpected for me. It all felt like a dream, because it took four years for us to just sit and talk like this.

He wants to know what love is for me, and I told him exactly what I feel. His gaze was anchored at me all this while. Albeit I wasn't looking at him directly, but I kept stealing side glances of him, and every time, I found him engrossed in me.

But how can this be possible? It's been four years, and he was in a college. He must have had many girlfriends by now, then why is he behaving so passionately with me?

A fat ugly girl like me can't be anyone's favourite! The DJ went off, and an eerie silence accompanied us.

"Preeti, let's go somewhere. I want to talk to you more."

He uttered my name, and he also wants me to call out his name. I licked on ny lips, nodding gently. My heartbeats were escalating so badly that I was scared if he listens to it.

"Okay...... Arjun!"

I mumbled his name, for the first time in my life. I don't know how he felt, but I was feeling butterflies in my tummy.

"Let's go to a cafe."

He whispered, his hands away from me, and he straightened up. I gulped, deciphering his height that has increased more now. What has he done in the last four years? His physique is more sassy now.

"The students will see us."

I answered, standing up. Damn! I stopped below his chest. He is so freaking tall. I wish to increase my height now.

"I have....my ways."

He stated, and signalled me to follow him. I did so, as if I was loving how he commanded me. We kept walking until we reached the back side of the school. His bike was parked there, and my jaw dropped at the sight.

That was Royal Enfield, and he straddled over it so sexily that all my feelings that I had kept hidden since the last four years just burst out like a volcano.

He is beyond handsome!

"Come behind me!" He said, and I followed him like a baby follows his parents. I straddled my legs, and sat behind him silently.

"Cafe or park?" He asked me, turning the key to start the bike.

"Cafe...where no one sees us."

I mumbled, hesitantly holding his shoulders.

"Okay!" He groaned, and the bike began moving with a jerk. My hold extempore shifted from his shoulders to his waist, and my arms immediately wrapped around it.

"Auch!" I muttered, and heard a soft chuckle coming from him. Is he mocking me?

"I drive roughly, Preeti!"

He spoke, and I somehow listened to it even when the wind was fluttering around me madly.

"Why?" I asked him, my hold tightened around his waist.

"I like it rough."

He growled in a deep voice, and I felt like something twisted inside my tummy. His voice has turned sexier along with his body. I wish I could be his girlfriend...oh no, Preeti! How could you even think like that.

He is so handsome and perfect, whereas I'm a total opposite - ugly and fat. I wish I was also like those beautiful girls for whom the poets pen down poems, but I don't think that will happen in this birth.

An eerie silence followed us after what he had just said. His words could be interpreted differently, but he won't say anything flirtatious to me since I am not his type, but why is he even taking me to somewhere. I mean we don't have anything in future.

"Where are we heading to?"

I questioned him, but he kept silent for some time. I think he is regretting his decision to take me somewhere, and now he doesn't want to talk.

"A secret place, where no one catches us."

He spoke, bringing me out of my thoughts. Well, he will regret it later if not now. After taking many big and small turns, we finally reached a cafe, but it belongs to...... the Thakurs!

God, no! The entire thakur family is insane. Why has he come to their restaurant? Albeit they have managers installed here, but my father has always warned me against them. All their sons are crazy, especially the middle one is a gone case.

No one can bring him on track now.

The eldest one is dating a lawyer's daughter currently! The rich family tantrums we must stay away from, otherwise they will impact our lives too.

"Come!" He mumbled, and I nodded.

"Okay!" Saying so, I started following him again. The restaurant is huge, and I've never seen such a lavish place all my life. The Thakurs are immensely rich, no doubt.

Sometimes I wonder how lucky these rich people are! They have literally everything in their control, whereas we keep struggling for the basic human needs.

I was gazing here and there, when we reached near the manager's table, but why has he brought me here, instead of taking a seat?

"Hey, Jai. I'm at your restaurant and I want a personal cabin. Can you talk to your manager?"

He dialed a number, and began speaking. Wait! Did he just talk to Jairaj Singh Thakur - the youngest son of Jaswant Singh Thakur?

This can't be true!

The manager began mewing on the call, and the moment it got disconnected, he bowed down to us.

"Sir, Ma'am...on the left."

He spoke very politely, but his gaze wasn't good for me. I glanced at myself, and deciphered that I was in the school uniform. God knows what he must be thinking about myself. Young girls like me often end up in Oyo with their boyfriends, but how do I tell him that we are not those people.

He took us to a private area, and I got inside it to take my seat.

"Don't you dare to stare at her!"

I heard him groaning to the manager, before he came and sat before me. My cheeks felt warm as I listened to those words. I hope he cannot see me blushing again.

"So, miss Pretty! What do you want to eat?"

He asked me, scanning his phone through a QR code, where the menu got displayed. God, I never knew it. This is new and amazing.

"Anything, but you won't stop me in mid."

I mumbled, gazing at the menu.

"I.....what?" He asked me in an amusing voice, and I realised what I just muttered. I am so sad about my mother stopping me while eating, that I spoke it over here.

"Mom always stops me from eating. She says that I'm growing fat because of that."

I told him, lowering my head with shame. He must be laughing at me by now.

"But you know I'm getting fat because I eat junk."

I tried to clear myself, so that my image doesn't tarnish before him.

"Why do you eat junk?"

He asked me, and I felt guilty of eating now. I'm such a mess. I think I should not eat anymore, and die starving, still I won't achieve a slim figure.

"Because I'm always hungry. My hunger is never sufficed."

I blurted out, tears blurring up my vision.

"Hm...my Nani cooks delicious food. I'll get it for you from now on, and if you genuinely want to lose weight, you must eat healthy."

He elucidated me in a loving voice, and I glanced at him, a small tear fell down my cheeks.

"But my natural figure is this."

I grumbled, sniffling in between.

"No! You are naturally chubby, but there is some extra fat, that is unhealthy for you, and you must work on that."

He told me again, but I felt as if my tears weren't affecting him at all.

"Oh!" I mumbled, lowering my head to hide my tears, that was showing my insecurities.

"You must not weep for how you look."

He groaned in a heavy voice, and I deciphered how intensely he was gawking at me. It felt like he was staring into my soul.

"But.....but I'm ugly."

I managed to mutter, but my heart told me that he wouldn't like it. My mind was mocking me, while my heart told me that he didn't like me being insecure about me.

"This is the most inappropriate word you've used for yourself."

He immediately countered me, intertwining his fingers, his elbows rested upon the table, and folded hands were placed right beneath his chin, at a distance, giving him a perfect boss look.

"You are beautiful exactly the way you are."

He grunted, and I ran my fingers below my nostrils as something felt like flowing down from there. Fuck the crying thing! Every time I weep, my nostrils are filled with water too.

"Then why did you just ask me to lose weight?"

I questioned him, and he chuckled softly, perhaps at my gesture. He grabbed the tissue, and as he pulled it, it tore apart automatically. The restaurant is quite luxurious, I must say!

"Because that's extra fat which is unhealthy for you. You look pretty, and you'll keep looking gorgeous when you this fat. This doesn't make you ugly, instead it's unhealthy that's why it's bothering me."

He explained to me politely, as I wiped off my nose with the tissue, and kept it below in the tissue keeper, that was like a mini dustbin.

"Does it bother you?"

I asked him, my voice low and shriller.

"Yes, chipmunk...it does."

He answered. What? He called me 'what'? A chipmunk! Seriously!

"What did you call me?"

The words slipped off my tongue extemporaneously.

"Chipmunk!" He repeated himself, and I discerned that he wasn't joking. It was seriously a nickname for me.

"Why?" I asked him, blushing a little. Damn! I'm giving him so many wrong hints.

"You resemble a squirrel - cute, chubby, insecure but beautiful."

He complimented me intentionally, making me coil in shyness.

"Sir, Ma'am! What would you like to order?"

The waiter interrupted our moment, and I quickly clutched my palms over my skirt to control my blush. The period cramp hit me all of a sudden, and I felt terrible.

"A chocolate latte, a cappuccino, these special cutlets of yours and..."

He kept speaking, and I felt so ethereal just by listening to him. He appears so unreal for this world - so handsome and masculine.

My focus shifted upon the cuisine he was ordering.

"White sauce pasta."

I could not stop myself from speaking up, and instantly regretted it, so I clicked my tongue.

"Okay, and a white sauce pasta."

He ordered it as well, and I cleared my throat out of guilt. My eyes ducked down. Why am I so impatient, God?

"It's okay! Don't feel bad about it."

He tried to cajole me, but I pouted feeling weird about the words I shamelessly uttered.

"I....I don't have money."

I mumbled, to change the topic, but I really want him to say that he'll pay it. I just want to feel the Princess treatment for once.

"Come on Preeti, I'll pay. It's our first date....."

He blurted out, but the last word made me widen my eyes at him, and I noticed him staring at me in the same fashion.

"I mean, it's the first time we've come out together and you are too small to pay."

I spoke softly, but not before clearing his throat. I felt a little weird, but the butterflies were troubling my tummy more.

"How do you know chhote thakur?"

I asked him, to break the deafening silence between us.

"He is a good friend."

He replied, a confident smile danced on his lips. Suddenly his phone rang

"They are not good people, and this man, Jairaj Singh Thakur....he is weird. You know he keeps himself hidden from the world most of the times. God knows what he does, and the middle child..
Dhanraj Singh Thakur....he is such a pervert, and the eldest one is dating a lawyer's daughter, and I'm very sure he won't marry her. Rich men betray their women."

I kept speaking without a break, and deciphered that he had picked up the call, but hadn't put the phone near his ear. I raised my brow to ask who the person was, he gulped and bit on his lower lip before saying

"Jai!"

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