Cuffed suddenly in Love

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Jaanvi's POV

Here I am, finally out with Rohit and his family for the first time. Just going for a walk feels like a big step forward.

Yesterday, I felt really upset because Papa ji and Rohit didn't even think about taking me with them to the party, they left me all alone. Only Mummy ji cared and stayed with me, making me feel overwhelmed with gratitude and sadness at the same time.

I felt so lonely and hurt that I went near the god's idol and cried, telling them everything inside me. The same heavy feelings that had haunted me before returned in full force that day.

I couldn't even eat because I was so upset. Later, Papa ji apologised to me, but Rohit didn't say anything. So now, I'm not going to be sweet or kind to him. Not even a little.

"As if he even cares," my heart whispered bitterly.

I don't care whether he does or not, but my silent treatment, well, no one can take that easily.

I smirk to myself, feeling a little proud of this resolve. I won't even glance at him.

How could he be so insensitive?

I had worn a long shirt with shorts underneath, and my shoes were perfectly comfortable for the walk.

Getting down from the car, I saw Mummy ji and Papa ji waiting. Rohit was already moving towards them.

"Let's go, Mom and Dad," Rohit called out, waving.

"Wait! Jaanvi is also joining us," Mummy ji said warmly, looking upwards as if expecting me to come quickly. "And here she comes."

I smiled at her softly, feeling a little warmth inside despite everything. I was aware of Rohit's gaze burning on me, but I chose to ignore it.

"Let's go," I said with a wide grin, clapping my hands in excitement.

"Beta, where are your leggings?" Mummy ji asked, her eyes full of concern as she looked me over.

I giggled and lifted the side of my shirt a bit. "I wore shorts, Mummy ji." She sighed deeply, shaking her head slowly, and someone else beside her sighed too.

"Beta, tug it a bit. I thought you wore nothing!" Mummy ji said with a worried smile, motioning for me to pull my shirt down. I tugged it obediently.

"That is my shirt, I guess," Rohit said in a tone that sounded half annoyed.

I didn't answer him and kept my gaze fixed only on Mummy ji, pretending Rohit didn't exist.

She said softly, "Yes, she wanted something loose, so I gave her this."

"But it's mine," Rohit protested.

"But you don't wear it."

"I do," He said firmly.