Chapter 2
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Lavanya shot up from her chair and shoved the boy so hard that he stumbled and fell to the floor.
"How dare you raise your hand on my father?" she shouted at the boy who was staring at her from the ground.
"So, you sexy girl want to fight with me? Fine, come on, babe. I’m waiting for your touch," he replied, standing up and opening his arms as if for a hug.
From nearby seats, some people stood up and were amazed at what this gentle girl would do.
"Hey, Lavanya. Leave this matter here. Let’s go," Mr. Ashish said, clutching Lavanya’s wrist.
She freed her wrist from his grip and said, "You are someone who forgives. I am not."
The boy stood up and stretched his hand toward her, trying to touch her beautiful, curvy body and waist.
She quickly sensed it, grabbed his hand, and twisted it so tightly that he began screaming loudly in pain.
"You dared to touch me with these sinful, dirty hands of yours," she said, twisting his hand further.
All the people in the restaurant gathered around to see what was going on. The waiters, customers, and even the receptionist came running when they heard his loud scream.
Mr. Ashish was both proud and scared at the same time.
"Please, sister. Forgive me," he pleaded.
She released his hand and pushed him again. "Don’t come in front of me again, or your parents will only receive your corpse," she said.
He ran away, clutching his broken hand.
The audience whispered, "How brave is this girl?"
Far away, out of anyone's sight, stood a man, crossing his arms over his chest. Four or five men were surrounding her, all dressed in black. It was none other than Rajveer. He had been watching her since the fight started, observing her every move and every shout.
"Sir, should we step in now?" one of his men asked respectfully.
"Not needed for now. By the way, who is she?" Raj asked, pointing at Lavanya.
They all shook their heads. "Sir, we don’t know. Maybe she’s just a common girl."
"No. She’s special," Raj declared. "She fought for her father’s respect and her own. If she were ordinary, she would’ve just left, crying. But she’s not like others."
"Sir, what do you want us to do next?" a man on his right asked.
"Go and ask the receptionist who she is," Raj ordered.
The man nodded in agreement and went to the receptionist. He gathered the information, returned to Raj, and said, "Sir, the receptionist is a friend of the girl. She knows a lot about her."
"Wow, maybe luck is on my side. Tell me more," Raj said.
"Her name is Lavanya."
The mention of her name sent an unexpected shiver down Rajveer’s spine. His heart started racing. He asked himself, Why am I feeling this?
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