You’re standing by the roadside, giving directions to Vijay, who’s been asking far too many questions. His tone is overly casual, his smile a little too wide as he insists on getting more detailed instructions. You can’t shake the feeling that something’s off, but you remain polite, your patience thin.

"You just need to go down that alley, turn left," you say, pointing vaguely, trying to keep things brief.

Vijay nods, leaning in closer than necessary. "You sure you don’t want to walk me to the mechanic? I’m sure it’ll be fun."

Before you can respond, you hear the unmistakable sound of a car screeching to a halt. Inder. His car door slams shut, and the heavy footsteps echo across the pavement as he approaches. His eyes, cold as always, flick between you and Vijay, narrowing as he assesses the situation.

“Everything okay here?” Inder’s voice is sharp, low. The air thickens.

Vijay straightens up, visibly uncomfortable but quickly covering it with a forced laugh. “Yeah, just asking for directions.”

Inder’s stare doesn’t soften. He steps closer, an unspoken warning in his presence, hand brushing against your back possessively. "You heard my wife, she already gave you directions," Inder says, his voice laced with authority.

Vijay gives a tight smile, backing away, sensing the change in the air. "Right. I’ll get going then. Thanks again."

Inder doesn’t even glance at him as he walks away. He keeps his eyes on you, the quiet rage simmering beneath his calm expression. With your plump curves and adorable face, you were an absolute picture of cuteness with your glasses on your small face, and your messy ponytail with hait sticking out. You were not at all slim though you were not over weight either. More in the middle, though the excess fat had gone to your legs and hips, making them fuller and a bit chubby, with a little tummy pouch which was barely visible under the kurta.

“Are you alright?” he asks, but there’s something else in his tone. Something possessive.