She wasn’t the type of girl that I thought I was into. She had a bad attitude, she was spoiled, rude and immature. But she still had her good sides, she was funny and smart and she knew how to act appropriately.
I had just turned fifteen. She was fourteen. Love was the last thing on my mind those days. All that I cared about was the goal to become just like my father. All that I wanted was to one day be the most respected man in Raakshya. I thought the struggle of being in love was years away. Of course, I was wrong.
My mother woke me up early that day. “Honey? You’re going to be late.” She said, as she pulled my blankets off.
I groaned but opened my eyes.
She bent down and kissed my forehead. “Good morning, mini warrior.” She said, smiling.
I frowned. “I am not mini, mom.” I said, ro
