Chapter 2

• "Mom." I took both her hands and drew smooth circles with my thumb. "What about you?" I asked.
• She shook her head, "I have no problem. I just want you and Sweety to be happy, that's all".
• "I will," I told her and we hugged each other. "Did you pack all your clothes," She asked and I nodded my head afraid of what if my voice would betray me.
• "Okay, Sleep well. Tomorrow you have to wake up early," She told and kissed Sweety's forehead.
• She closed the door behind her and I laid on my bed. Sweety stirred in her sleep. I hugged her and closed my eyes.
• Next morning---
• "The water bottle and the snacks are in the red bag. I packed all her toys in a green bag along with her belongings. Don't take anything from a stranger. Always hold Sweety's hand ." Mom continued her lecture.
• "Honey, calm down. She is going to New York. It just takes eight hours from here. Not too far from here. If you want, we will visit her often." Dad convinced mom while wiping her tears.
• This time I stayed strong for mom and Sweety. "Mom it's ok, I will be fine," I told her as my voice stuttered.
• "Riya, sign here." Dad handed me a file.
• "What is this dad?" I asked once I opened the file.
• "This is your contract form. The company has two years contract with you. So sign Evey page and I will courier this to them."
• I nodded my head and signed all the papers. "My friend will pick you up once you reach the airport and he will show you your apartment. Be strong." Dad patted my shoulder and I gave him a small smile.
• Giving them final goodbye I entered into the flight and let out a heavy sigh. That's it. This is the beginning of and new life for us. A new ###Chapter with just me and Sweety, living happily ever after, or at least I hope so.
• ~~~Past Wind~~~
• As I was walking through the hallway ridiculing Claire about her previous encounter with our English professor along with my friends, out of nowhere, someone shoved me hard on the wall by my shoulders and crashed his lips on mine against my will for what seemed like a whole fucking minute.
• I struggled out of his grasp but he had a strong grip on my waist, stopping me to move further. I tried to push him away but failed horribly. He was so strong.
• Finally, that douchbag loosened his grip and stepped aside to reveal his cocky face. I was taken aback when I saw him with a smoggy smirk on his lips.
• "Huh! See? I told you guys. No one dares to ignore me and my kiss." He told his friends proudly while touching his bottom lips. "She enjoyed it too." He winked at me.
• It took me a second to realize that this was just a part of a bet or dare he made with his friends like how he usually does. I really hate his guts and his attitude.
• He is a popular guy in our college, not just because of his cocky attitude, also he is a topper and the brightest students of St.Stephens college. Apart from having a hot tanned body, he has overconfidence since every girl is drooling over him and he loves the fact and uses them. Needless to say, he is a big playboy and other people's emotions never really mattered to him.
• Everyone had a crush on him except only one girl who used her common sense to identify the real side of him. What? I'm talking about myself. If those girls had a brain in their skull, they wouldn't have fallen for him. He's never been in a serious relationship before and I reckon that this will remain in the future as well.
• He always dates different kinds of girls and drops them off within a week when he gets bored with them. He uses girls like paper and throws them away after use.
• He has no feelings. For him, girls are like a toy who will warm his bed anytime.
• "Kayish Miller!" I yelled out his name loudly. I really wanted to pull his hair out with my bare hands and wipe his smirk off his pretty face. He crossed his limit now and I WON'T TOLERATE BULLSHIT.
• "Yes, baby." He looked down at me. At that time I mentally cursed myself for being 5.4'. My short height was not helping me, while he stood 6.3' tall in front of me. I felt very tiny in front of him.
• I felt the sudden urge to kick his ball and castrate him, but I had mercy on him and instead, I brutally slapped his cheek. The smack echoed through the hallway gaining everyone's attention and all the eyes quickly turned towards our direction. He was completely taken off guard but did not fail to shoot a ripping dagger at me.
• "Don't dare to call me baby with that fucking little mouth of yours." I spat at him. Satisfied with my actions I walked past him ignoring the murderous glare he was blazing at me.
• *
• Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!....
• My phone's alarm went off. I pulled my phone out of my purse and dismissed the alarm quickly not wanting to awake Sweety.
• She's just like me when it comes to sleep. We both sleep like a sloth.
• It's about time, we were going to land. All the passengers were awake. I think I was pretty much the only person on the whole plane who was dozing off.
• I picked Sweety who was still sleeping from her seat and put her on the shoulder before grabbing my luggage one by one. While I was trying to take another bag, someone offered their hands to help me out which I gladly accepted.
• She looks like my age, maybe 24 or 25. She has ginger red hair which attracted me immediately. I gave her a polite smile and we both walked out of the airport.