Neha's pov:
Hercules is driving his car for the last fifteen minutes and we haven't exchanged a single word. "You never made anything for me..." Said Hercules and I looked at him.
"Do you have any idea what you are saying, Mr. Knight....?" I said to him in an extremely irritated tone, he moved his gaze at me.
"You don't like Indians nor you liked their cuisine and I still, remember your words which you said in front of your friend..., " I remind Hercules of his disgusting behavior towards Indian cuisines.
Hercules stopped the car in the parking area and we both walked out of the car. Hercules's face is covered with a hoody so no one can identify him.
"Wear this, " he passed me sunglasses and I looked at him "People will call me an i***t if I wear glasses without any reason, you
