KEYA

“Hey, Liv, I need to go home now... Daddy must be worried,” I said to Olivia when the party was still buzzing with life.

“Yeah, yeah, you can leave now. And be safe on the road. It's already quite late.” I knew Liv was worried for me, but she should have shown her concern a few minutes ago when her boyfriend kept asking unnecessary questions of me. It's already past 11:30 p.m.

I quickly collected my belongings from the couch in the club where we were sitting and then ran as if my life depended on it. Yeah, it's true. Because today is Saturday, and I promised Daddy I would be home before 12:00 a.m.

I ran at my highest pace. But what could I do? Today, fate is not with me. Yeah, I missed my last bus. Yeah, bus... I used public transport today, and see what happened... I made a crying face. It seems like now I have to take the side street. Oh no, I am doomed... Daddy will surely be disappointed today. And most importantly, it's also impossible to catch a cab here. Is it a deserted area???

Oh God, why was I born with the luck of Nobita? I can be Suzuka, right? *Fake cry* I don't know anything. God, now you have to help me from Daddy and from his silent treatment.

Oh, no footsteps?? Is there someone following me? Aish, now this is the only thing left... A thief!!!

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” I started screaming at the top of my lungs when someone put his hand on my shoulder. Intentionally, because I didn't want to beat someone today. I promised Daddy that I wouldn't raise a finger against anyone today. So if I shout like this, maybe someone will help me, thinking a girl is in danger.

“Ms. Sutradhar, calm down. We are here to inform you of something,” a man in a black suit said to me, maybe a cop or something. I didn't notice carefully.

You freaking bastard! You scared the shit out of me, and now you're saying you came to inform me of something? Well, I only thought this in my holy moly mind. In reality, I raised my eyebrows to let him speak.

“Miss Sutradhar, some very dangerous guy is watching you. Now we're keeping an eye on him. Please take care of yourself and never take the side street.” He left from there.

Psycho! This is the only shortcut to my home, bitch. Trying to trick me in black? Like gangsters? Tsk... tsk... Pathetic bitches.

Wait, how did they know my name? Are they from my classmates in junior high school? Well, it could be. They thought they could scare me. Tsk... Keya Sutradhar, your daddy is the top business tycoon... You silly, everyone knows you.

Shaking my head, I started walking while thinking about the world's weirdest things.

But what if the things they said come true? Well, being robbed by some handsome guy sounds great, and if he is a little bit older, then I don't need anything else, hehe. OMG, what am I thinking?

Wait... what's that sound? Footsteps? Nothing? Maybe I drank too much today.

I started singing a song to lighten my mood until I reached a deserted alley.

“Well, I don't want to say, but it's really GRUESOME here,” I murmured before taking a step.

*Whistle sound*

Wait, what's that again?

*Footsteps*

Footsteps again? Oh noooooooooo. It's coming closer...

“Ummmm... ummmm.” Holy crap!! Is this a robbery?

“Hush! Don't utter a single word.” A deep, husky male voice came from behind me. Please, God, a premium age gap... Please!! Please!!! Please!!!!

I was praying this when someone was literally pressing my mouth with his hand from behind.

But the dude must be kidding me? He is literally holding my mouth from behind to prevent my voice; then how can I utter a word? But wait, why does he smell so tempting? Ahh, I am literally drowning.

Holy cow, in this situation, what am I thinking? Oh no, God, send someone to save me.... Otherwise, I might lose my senses and do something bad to him.

“He's probably still nearby. Check the alley.” As soon as I heard someone's voice, I started wiggling in his embrace.

Someone is coming! Yes! I'm going to be rescued! Actually, he is going to be rescued from me because I don't trust myself about what I would do to him... I might eat him or something worse... Yup.

Wait... But how will they know that I am here? This dude is literally pressing my mouth and not even letting me take a glimpse of his face.

“Would you do me a favor?” he asked. His voice was rough velvet—smooth yet menacing—with a low gravelly tone that sent shivers down my spine. No way, bro, I am not gonna help you.

“There's some noise in the alley. Let's go and check there.” Again, those voices, and I felt a little relief; after all, they were coming now.

But before I could do anything, that robber turned me around.

Oh noooooooooo!!!!! He is straight out of some mafia book... The cut on his cheek was the first impression of his rough past; long hair framed a fierce aura, and broad shoulders—that's how a mafia man should be. Ocean eyes... I wanna drown there, and lastly, plump lips... God, I want to kiss them. The only annoying thing was that he was wearing a masquerade mask, I want to pull it apart from his eyes.

But wait, what's this? So soft. No way...

He smashed his lips on mine, a sudden, fierce claiming that left me breathless. Tears streamed out of my eyes. It was a kiss without tenderness, a primal gesture of protection, and yet it sparked something undeniable. My first kiss. I lost it... Just like that. It can't be!!!

OMG, is my dream coming true??? Am I really getting kissed by a stranger? Especially a hooligan????

What's going on here? Holy moly... I was just dreaming my fantasy every day... but now, someone is actually kissing me, and that's a freaking... A$hole, jerk. But he's so gentle that I don't want to run away at all.

But my FIRST KISS...

“Tsk... Just a pair of lovers. Aish, this generation. Hey, youngsters, show some mercy on us. We are still single,” someone shouted, but I didn't care as I was busy savoring his lips and enjoying my first kiss, let alone admiring the robber's face... Long hair, juicy, plump, glossy, kissable lips, angelic eyes, bruises on his face, crooked teeth... PERFECT.

“Easy! Easy! Let's check elsewhere,” another man, who is probably his friend, tried to calm him down and dragged him out of there.

“It's indeed a close call; they nearly caught me!” He pulled away, leaving me gasping for air. His plump lips started moving as he talked.

Oh no, I want to kiss again...

Damn!! What am I thinking again? I shook my head and then looked at him furiously. He didn't give a damn about me and took out his phone, dialing someone's number to tell that person to pick him up from there.

He started to walk out as if nothing had happened a few minutes ago.

“THUMP!!!”

Boom 💥 he is on the ground. Yeah, I can kick so hard like this on anyone's butt if they ignore me... And here he used me first, then walked away like nothing happened. Not even a sorry??

“Bastard! Do I look like a freaking pushover to you, huh? You took my first kiss.” I threw a punch, but he held my hand.

“How old are you, girl?” he asked.

“My age? What was that need for? Schmoozing with me? It's not that easy to muddle through! Wait! Is it the smell of........ BLOOD!?”

This loathsome smell makes my brain hazy. I don't know what happens when I smell blood, but it happens.

Tears escaped from my eyes as I felt like vomiting.

“Jerk! You're lucky today!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran out of that scene. I can't be in front of him anymore.

By the time I reached home, Daddy was sitting on the couch reading something.

I walked inside and stood before him.

“What time is it?” he asked.

“I am late. Sorry.” I looked down. I can be a fierce woman to the world even when I am wrong, but in front of Daddy, I can't... I just can't.

I love this old man a lot. He is my only family.

“Sorry, Daddy. It won't happen again. I promise.” I crossed my fingers.

“3rd time you’ve broken your promises. Here's the honey lemon water... drink it and go to sleep. We will talk tomorrow when you're fully sober.” He handed me a glass of water before heading towards his bedroom.

I told you before that I hate his silent treatment. Now he will take care of me but will not talk. Godddddd!!! Everyone's mom does that, but my daddy does that too.

I made a crying face before drinking it and going to my room to sleep because my eyes are screaming for some rest.

Next morning...

Oh God, where's my bag? I have my college ID card in it. Damn, did I leave it on the road???

“I lost my bag only because of that jerk. My personal stuff was in the purse.” I started walking while murmuring those things.

While I was descending the stairs, I heard a murmur outside. “What's happening this early in the morning?” I whispered, walking towards the source of the murmurs.

“Your daughter called us, babygirl.” A boy from my college stepped forward, pointing an accusing finger.

“And if we protest against her, she beats the boys, leading them into hospitals,” another one shouted from behind.

Well, there's a long line in front of my house; everyone's tummy is filled with complaints against me.

On the threshold stood Abhimanyu Sutradhar, my daddy, tall and stern-looking, with a mix of disappointment and frustration etched on his face.

And they are the reason behind this. What was the need for making a team and gathering in front of my house? Daddy is aging, and he shouldn't hear any of this; he shouldn't take on any tension. But these people...

“Your daughter broke my son's nose. He is admitted to the hospital,” a middle-aged woman came forward.

“Your son was harassing a minor, a girl from high school. Don't defend him if you're really a girl,” I glared at her.

I don't know how to respect an elder when he or she is doing something illegal or supporting a crime. I would even punch them if I needed to.

“Enough!” Daddy's voice echoed through the crowd; everyone stopped shouting.

“I will look after these matters. And yes, I will send expenses for your son's treatment and will even provide the best doctor,” he declared.

“But Daddy....” I tried to say something, but he called me, “Kiki, come here.” And like an obedient child, I went behind him into the living room. He sat on the couch, signaling me to sit across from him.

“We need to talk,” he said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. This was the sign of something serious—something I was not ready for yet.

“Talk about what, Daddy?” I sat slowly in front of him.

“Your training.” As soon as he said that, I hugged his biceps, batting my lashes and making puppy eyes... doing what it takes to avoid going into training.

“Daddy, how can you send your beautiful daughter into training? There's a lot of hard work. Don't you worry about me being sick there?” I shook his hand lightly, trying to act cute... so that he would melt.

“Well, for your kind information, I have already arranged everything. Maybe starting tomorrow, you're moving to the training center,” he said. I guess he is not melting this time.

“There, the bed is so hard. I won't get any sleep. They will exhaust me to death, and moreover, I will miss you, Daddy,” I said, making puppy eyes.

“No puppy eyes, okay? This time I am not melting. You have to go, and I won't hear anything about it,” he said, his final words making me sigh.

“Alright. But don't miss me too much,” I said, acting sad.

“Well, the trainer is someone I have known for a long time: Aakarsh Romanov, a 34-year-old man, dedicated, determined... and handsome,” he described.

Damn, my daddy knows me too well; that's why he added "handsome" at the end. And about the age... okay, I am already drooling.

“Okay then, I guess I am ready for the training. When do I need to go?” I asked. In return, he chuckled.

“You don't need to go; they will pick you up when needed,” he said, leaning back on the couch, relaxing.

“Well... Okay then, take care of yourself. Don't drink too much, and don't even touch cigarettes. You know, right? You're old enough not to touch tobacco?” I said, reminding him about everything.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Don't worry, I am not going to touch that white paper stick.” He rolled his eyes.

“I can continue college, right?” I asked again.

“Ask your trainer, not me, sweetie,” he replied.

“Huh! Okay. I need to go to college then,” I said, and he nodded.

“Don't fight, and call Olivia over today. We can have lunch together,” he suggested suddenly.

“Okay. See ya!”