Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (good books to read for 12 year olds TXT) 📗

Chapter 18

Disha's POV

"Vihaan I will come with you". I closed my eyes and let my head fall on his shoulder. Ahh I am just 14 going to be 15 years old in few months and my life has already became so complicated. I do love my time with vihaan infact if he wouldn't be in my life it would have been hard to go on in life. Damn I am sounding like a 40 years old woman who is on her dead bed.

"Do you really mean it" vihaan asked. I can't see his expression. Is he smiling? I don't know but I have successfully taken away the thing which was hurting him.

I tried to say something but nothing came. I gulped the lump which was in my neck. "Yes I mean it vihaan". His hands around me tightens. His breathing gets normal now. His hot breath was caressing my ear and neck.

"You know you should get ready before everyone comes in your room and see you like this" I say laughing dryly. He stands up with me still in his arms and keeps me on the bed.

"I will be back in few minutes". He kisses me on my forehead and leaves to his bathroom. I switch on the lights and see that the room is full with broken furniture, frames, bed sheets were lying, glass pieces were scattered everywhere. I am grateful that I was wearing my heels otherwise those things would have pierced me. I hear the shower getting on. I stand up and start cleaning his room. I don't want Raj uncle to know this. He doesn't like when vihaan acts like a brat.

I pick the bedsheet and dusted it to get rid of dirt and creases. I put those in a right manner on the bed. I kept the thrown furniture on their right places. I went out of his room making sure that I don't put my feet on broken pieces. I went at the corner room of this floor. It's a small room filled with cleaning equipments. I took a broom and a black plastic carry bag.

I saw vihaan checking his room while drying his hair with a towel. A towel was hanging on his waist. "You didn't have to do that the maids would have cleaned it. And why are you carrying a broom. Don't even think about picking those. They can hurt you" he waits for my answer and I nod. "Good. I will come in few minutes" he says goes to his walk in closet.

Through the broom I collect all the broken pieces in a place and start picking it. A painful groan erupts from me as one of the pieces pierce my finger. Shit I should have worn gloves. I licked my injured finger clean. I stand and take a look of the room. Now it was clean. The grey and black colour room was really like vihaan.

"What the fuck" I hear vihaan and turn to see him in a black silk fitted shirt tucked in black pants. He was wearing a formal black shoes. His hair were messy. My boyfriend looks so handsome. "I told you not to do this. Are you hurt?" I shake my head in a no. He continues "Maids are their to do this. We pay them for this work only not to idle around".

I roll my eyes "You know I clean my room by myself not like someone who has maids for everything" I say. He is saying all this like it's my first time doing it.

"Whatever let's go" he says and holds my hand. I pick the black plastic carry bag. "Don't you dare" he glares me. I quickly keep the bag down on the floor. He gives me a pleased look.

We start making our way to the dining room. While descending the stairs vihaan compliments me. "You know you are looking very beautiful in the dress which I choose for you. Did you wear it to please me" he ask and raises his left eyebrow in amusement. I blush. Hard. I really did wear it with the thought of pleasing me. He laughs and kisses the side of my head. He removes the hair from my shoulder and gives a chaste kiss on my shoulder blade. These things always works on me. I always forget everything.

"Come fast. It's not like you have seen her after days" I hear and see Raj uncle at the end of the stairs. I instantly get embarrassed. I should have stopped him. What would must be Raj uncle thinking. Vihaan doesn't says anything and continues with what he was doing but his eyes were fix on Raj uncle. I try to get away from him but he sneaks his hand on my stomach and brings me more close to him. I see Raj uncles through my eye lashes shacking his head. He leaves.

As soon as Raj uncle leaves vihaan removes his head from my neck. I remove my hand away from his hold and spat his hand away from my stomach. I was hurt. How can he behave like that infront of Raj uncle?

I fast pace to the small dining room which has cozy look. It was all designed by Suman aunty. This dining room is specifically for family members. I see everyone seating on the comfy sofa which overlooks Vihaan's mansion's beautiful garden. Raj uncle is also their.

I don't look at anybody. I avoid everyone's eyes. I see that Bhai (brother) is also their seating and emerged in his phone. I really have to talk to him. Now a day he is always frustrated. I feel vihaan behind me. "I am sorry" he says. He holds my hand and I don't jerk his hand away as their are elders and I don't want to create a drama. He sits beside Bhai and drags me to seat with him.

"So everyone is here. Let's have dinner" Suman aunty suggests and everyone nods their head. "By the way congratulations children for crossing one more year to the way of your successes". Me and Bhai give him a big toothy smile while vihaan just seats with his neutral look.

We all stand up and seat on the dining table which is just few feets away from seating area. At one side Raj uncle, Suman aunty and vihaan sit while on the other side dad, mom, Bhai and me are seating. Maids come arrange all the food of the table. Mom prepares a plate for dad while Suman aunty prepares the plate for Raj uncle. It's a ritual. We prepare our plate ourself.

While eating elders were talking with each other. Bhai and vihaan were talking. I zoomed out everyone. I keep thinking about my earlier decision. But it's not like mom and dad are positive about it. Yet. There is a fifty percent chance that I will go will the other percent that I will not go. The thought of Raj uncle seeing us in that situation was coming in mind time to time. And all this thought was making my appetite disappear.

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