Chapter 2
1156 Words
Rainah's POV
“Rain, you’re coming, right?”
Lucy peeked through the door of my cabin, phone in one hand, handbag in the other.
I lifted my eyes from the reports I had been working on for a while.
“Nah,” I replied softly with a sigh.
Her face fell in disappointment. Quickly, I added,
“You see, I’ve got to submit these reports to Mr. Ben in an hour.”
She pouted, clearly upset.
“Sorry?” I offered an apologetic smile.
“I can see there’s a mountain of reports, so I’ll let you off... but you still owe me.”
I chuckled. “Okay, deal.”
“Well then, I’m going with Hensy. Bye-byes!” she said with a wave and disappeared down the corridor.
I went back to work. Skipping lunch was nothing new for me—it’s become routine. Maybe that’s why I’m so thin. Maybe that’s why my boyfriend always finds some way to hurt me—not physically, but emotionally.
I sighed, the sting of our last encounter still fresh in my mind.
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Flashback
I was standing outside Luca’s apartment when I spotted Mr. Spin coming out of the one next door.
“Hello, Mr. Spin,” I greeted him politely with a smile.
“Oh look who’s here! My little pudding,” he said warmly. I giggled.
Mr. Spin is in his early sixties—chubby, cheerful, and full of life. He always treats me like his own and calls me with the most adorable nicknames.
“Heading somewhere?” I asked, fiddling with the keys to Luca’s apartment. He had once given me a duplicate.
“Actually, I just came back from the library, but I forgot my key there!” he said, scratching his head sheepishly.
Typical Mr. Spin.
“So I’m heading back now,” he laughed nervously.
“So cute,” I thought, chuckling.
“See you, Mr. Spin.”
“Bye, little pudding,” he said and walked off.
I entered Luca’s apartment quietly. Silence enveloped the space. But then... voices. Moans.
I froze.
No. Luca would never cheat on me…
I slowly made my way to his bedroom. What I saw made me... strangely relieved.
There he was, pleasuring himself while watching a video on his laptop. A woman with absurdly exaggerated features doing unspeakable things onscreen.
I smiled and bit my lip awkwardly. Honestly, I felt bad. I’m shy—intimacy doesn’t come easy to me. But Luca never tried either. Maybe he expected me to take initiative. The thought made me blush. Me? In action?
Then our eyes met. He immediately pulled a pillow over himself.
“What the f**k are you doing here, Rain?”
I flinched at his tone.
“You know, you’re a huge turn-off. I was this close to climaxing and then you had to show up.” He groaned in frustration.
Shocked doesn’t even begin to cover what I felt.
I always knew he wasn’t too fond of my body, but this... this was beyond humiliating.
“I brought your lunch. I’ll leave it on the table so you can eat after your c****x,” I said, my voice cool and steady. My eyes met his, searching for even a trace of care—but all I saw was irritation.
“Good day,” I finished coldly and walked out, eyes misty.
I don’t like arguments. I never did.
I don’t explain myself. I don’t debate.
I just... go silent. Or cold.
Maybe it’s time I rethink whether losing my dignity to this jerk is worth it.
Ever.
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End of Flashback
I knocked on Mr. Ben’s office door.
A faint “Come in” answered from the other side.
I entered and handed him the reports.
He nodded, flipping through a few pages before gesturing for me to leave.
Mr. Ben is the CEO of our company—late fifties, respectable, quiet. He speaks rarely but commands deep respect. His calm nature amazes me.
No matter the pressure, he never loses composure.
He’s my role model.
After my Master’s degree, when no company wanted to hire a young, inexperienced girl, Mr. Ben was the first to see potential in me. He believed in me.
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It was past 3 PM when I returned to my cabin, and I was starving.
I slumped into my chair, opened my bag, and pulled out my lunchbox.
Yes, a lunchbox packed with love every morning by my mother. I never stopped her from doing it. These little things... they’re her love in action. And every time she does it, my heart softens.
I’ve always craved a mother’s love—and now that I have it, I thank God every single day.
My mother is Indian, and my father’s American. And let me tell you—Mom loves cooking Indian food for us. Her food is so delicious, it's almost legendary on my office floor. Not exaggerating—just facts.
The moment I opened the box, the rich aroma of chicken biryani filled the air.
Oh how I love this smell.
Chicken is my favorite, and my stomach growled in response.
Without wasting a second, I dug in.
One word: Delicious.
No wait, one more: Heaven.
After lunch, I called my mom. She answered on the third ring.
“Hello, baby. My sweets!” she cooed.
That’s how she always greets me—like I’m still the little girl she first met in the orphanage.
“Mommy, I want to kiss your hands. This biryani was divine!” I licked my lips, hoping the taste still lingered.
“Again my baby delayed her lunch,” she huffed.
I chuckled. “Yeah, just a little busy. Hehe.”
“Just a little? Oh, I’ve never heard that one before,” she said in her signature sarcastic tone. I could practically see her eye-roll.
We chatted for a while before I hung up and returned to work.
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After another two hours, I called it a day. Most of my floor was already wrapping up.
I stepped out of the intimidating glass building of EJD Constructions, plugged in my earphones, and played my favorite playlist.
At the bus stop, I took a seat by the window and stared outside.
Sometimes I wonder how drastically life changed after that day.
Yes, I lost my knight, but I found something even more precious—a family that loves me beyond measure.
I wonder what he looks like now, after all these years.
Has he changed? Or is he still the same?
I let the thoughts fade and focused on the world outside.
This—right here—is my favorite part of the day.
Cool breeze on my face, soft music in my ears, and a window to the world rushing past.
Heaven.
This is a normal day in my life.
And I love it just the way it is.
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