Chapter : 12

Rishav's POV

After parking my bike, I threw a quick look at the rest of the vehicles but didn't spot Ravi's bike anywhere around. The moron would do anything to enjoy his day.

"I guess they haven't reached yet, let's get a table while they arrive," I said to Ananya.

She nodded silently, still recovering from the claustrophobic lane probably. Her breathing had turned back to normal but something in her eyes told me how much anxiety she had gone through. I felt a pang of guilt for taking that narrow lane without asking for her opinion.

Nonetheless, she and I entered the restaurant and it was as usual bustling with people from around the town. The Chinese Delight was quite a famous place.

I led Ananya to a corner table which could accommodate six people. Ananya took a seat and flipped through the menu.

"I'll go and order the usuals that Ravi, Kabir and I take at the desk. You can order what you want later on when Fiona arrives," I spoke and left for the desk a bit farther from our table.

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Ananya's POV

Rishav is just unbelievable. The way he commands every word to me can get on my nerves on any lovely day. "You can order what you want when Fiona arrives". It's like he wouldn't even ask if I mind this command. Of course, it's The Rishav Neil we are talking about.

Shaking my head, I got back to scanning the menu when I spotted a group of five guys enter the place and head over to my general direction, grinning at each other, laughing and joking. I decided to ignore them as they neared my table which had five vacant seats.

"Are you alone? We could be great company, sweetie," one of the guys said and the rest either smirked or laughed.

I looked him straight in the eye. I was trying to figure out the perfect place to gift him a blow he deserved. But the restaurant was just too full of people and no one had noticed these jerks yet. I didn't want anymore attention. Everything would be on social media if I hit anyone in here and I don't want a bad image at the beginning of my year in here.

Maybe the idiot took my silence as my submission to him for he just smirked and pulled the chair beside me to dare and take a seat. I couldn't help but burst with laughter when someone kicked the chair out of the guy's reach and he fell on his bottom over the floor with a thud. He yelled in pain and the rest of the guys were already out of sight. But the entire restaurant had turned their eyes on us.

I looked behind me to find Rishav throwing daggers at the pervert guy who had now gained his balance and was slowly standing up. I felt like Rishav could burn the whole place down with his glare. This wasn't the glare I had got from him on any of our confrontations. His eyes were actually filled with fury and rage.

I jumped up abruptly, out of my seat, when Rishav grabbed the guy's collar and raised a fist to land onto his face.

"Rishav, no! That's enough," I told him and put a hand on his shoulder expressively.

By now, I could already spot some people focusing their cameras on us. Oh crap.

Rishav released the guy with a jerk but kept his eyes on him until he stumbled out of the place. He then looked around and almost immediately all the videographers put their devices down. It was like his glare was enough a warning to everyone.

Once everything went back to normal, Rishav turned to look at me with a frown. It was a look of accusation that swirled in those jade hues, and I couldn't comprehend why he looked at me like that. Before anything could proceed, we both averted our attention over to the entrance where Ravi, Fiona and Kabir had just showed up, completely oblivious of what had just happened.

"Hey, you got a good table, man!" Ravi cheered with his usual spirits as he flopped down on one of the chairs.

"Hmm," Rishav hummed as he picked up the chair which he had kicked away and settled down beside me. From the corner of my eye, I could still spot the way his jaw was clenched tight. It made me wonder why he was behaving this way. It's me who should be offended or sad or whatsoever.