Page 89 of Reckless Dare

She mentally shook her head and looked away from him to focus on the meeting.

The rest of the day continued in the same vein. She went from one class to the other and in the late afternoon, she met with the study group in the library. She briefly saw her tormentor in the library while he grabbed a few books and left. She had sensed his gaze on her, but she deliberately put her head down, not making any eye contact.

By the time she returned to the housing unit in the late evening, she was filled with a strange restlessness. And the reason was Abhiram Simha.

She had gone on a date with him as a gesture to apologize for slapping him due to a misunderstanding. Although she understood his reasons for wanting her gone from the university, she didn’t know if she could trust him fully.

Their fathers were still estranged.

Her father wasn’t the kind to hold grudges, but what if he is hurt by her friendship with Abhiram Simha?

She felt torn.

On one hand she felt that she should keep distance from her tormentor because of her father. But on the other hand, the thought of staying away from her tormentor also made her restless.

Each time he was around, the air felt charged. She was aware of him and was drawn to him strongly. And after going on a date with, she knew it wasn’t something she could ignore.

What should I do?

She let out a sigh.

Deciding to brood over it during dinner, she pulled up her phone to order something. But she froze when she heard a sound. Frowning, she turned, only for her heart to leap and race.

Her tormentor was once again breaking into her bedroom through the balcony. And this time, he was also holding a box of pizza.

She stared at him with widened eyes while he placed the box on her study table.

“I hope you like chicken,” he said with a small twist of his lips.

She continued to stare at him, feeling torn, confused, and excited at the same time.

I should ask him to leave.

Even as she thought that, she couldn’t voice the words. Deep inside she wanted him to stay.

“I-I’ll get the plates,” she said.

Before he could say anything, she ran out of her room.

Her heart thudded in excitement.

Maybe just this one time.

Since he already got dinner, she could just go with it for one time.

Giving herself the excuse to enjoy pizza dinner with her tormentor, she walked into the kitchen to grab plates.

But her roommate was in the kitchen. And it was Pooja.

Oh shit.

Pooja threw a sweeping glance before shaking her head in disgust. “Why can’t you wear proper nightclothes? Simha is not some charity place for you to dress however you want.”

Pooja was wearing a form fitting matching silk night suit while Ava wore her usual cotton t-shirt and track pants. Her t-shirt had a Mickey Mouse picture on top.

“I’m comfortable in these clothes,” she replied.

Pooja’s eyes filled with contempt. “I’m glad. I guess it makes it easier for the guys to differentiate trash from class.”

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