I rang the doorbell which was placed just outside the gate that stood between me and an amazingly looking house. It was a two-storied chic looking building with lawn on the right side and a pool to its left. The establishment looked straight out of a magazine against the splendid lighting of the 8 am sun.

The intercom beeped and then came a grouchy voice that I know all too well.

"Who is it?" I carefully held the coffee cup in one hand and lifted my phone near the intercom, opened a recording and pressed the play button.

"Hey Ryan, it's me Sara, can we talk?"

"Can we not? I don't want to,"

Please don't be an idiot and pressure me into answering again because that I have used all the recording of Sara's voice I had.

I would like to think god was on my side because just a few seconds later the gates opened. I smiled evilly and made my way to the door, all the way congratulating myself on being a genius.

Yesterday after I said bye to Jenny I went back to see Sara making a call to Ryan. I recorded her voice thinking it might come to my use.

Ryan slowly opened the door, looking at the floor, blinking away his sleep and muttering "why did you have to come so early?"

By now I was smiling like a Cheshire cat and knowing he will hate it, I shouted

"goooooood mooorning darling" and smiled a little more. I was enjoying this more than I really should.

The look on his face told me he was absolutely cursing, ever waking up and guess what that did to me? That's right I grinned a little more. If I kept this up, my face will split into two in no time.

"Riya, can you please step out for a minute?"

"Why? So, you can bang your door shut on my face? No thank you I am fine here."

"Why are you here? Do you want a strand of my hair? Drop of my blood? Salt? What do you want? I don't know what else you people need to do black magic." I pushed past him and made my way to the living room, examining the house. It was good and surprisingly neat.

"Baby" I said making myself comfortable on the plush sofa "you need to stop watching Supernatural. I know Dean is hot and all that but they are letting out all my secrets."

"'Baby' I don't watch it for Dean. All the chicks in the series are sexy. I watch it for them." he said closing the door and leaning on it with his hands folded.

"Oh, Sugar Pie I know that you are a closet Dean-fan girl so, it's ok. Ooo look what I brought for you... coffee with extra foam and two extra shots of love." I said holding out the cup of coffee I brought specially for him.

He shuddered a little and made his way to where I was sitting with a scowl on his face. He held out his hands for me to see and I could see Goosebumps.

"You being sweet and calling me names does this to me," he said with disgust.

"Aww aren't you just the cutest?" I said in a fake high-pitched voice, "I never knew that I had this kind of effect on you. I never knew my words could make you hair stand in happiness."

He faked a gag and went to the kitchen and I followed his there, after placing his coffee cup on the stand.

"What do you want, Dairymilk? Should I make you breakfast? Or something to drink, my sneakers? But I brought you coffee, M&M"

"Wow woh just stop right there. M&M? Really?"

"You know I love chocolates and I love you... don't you like it, Hershey's?" to add effect I pouted. I might have looked like a fat mouthed pig but I was trying to be anything but cute.

That did it to him. He held my forearm and dragged me back to the living room and gestured me to sit on the sofa. He dragged a small kitchen stool and sat on it, a few feet away from me, facing me.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what, Cocoa bean?" I was running out of names here.

"Arghhhhh what will it take for me to make you stop doing..." he motioned his hands randomly and added "this?"

He looked at me with a confused expression.

Enough now don't overdo it. He might throw you out.

"This... what Chocó chip?"

His face turned serious and I think that was because my face must have shown my amusement.

"Riya? What do I have to do to make you stop calling me anything that is sweet?"

I considered his question

Am I done having fun?

No

But can I keep up with saying sweet things to his?

Hell... no.

We were looking at each other with serious expression and I ordered his in a monotone

"Drink the coffee I brought you."

"What did you mix in it?" he asked with one eyebrow raised.

I looked at my nails, blew some air at them and said "you asked for this, Twix dear. We can do this all-day long, I don't mind."

"" he grunted and walked to the stand and took the coffee. He stood there for some time examining the cup and smelling it.

"I will drink it, but you have to tell me what you mixed in it"

"You are not in a place to make any bargains or negotiations, kitkat. Just drink your coffee, I promise it is not poisonous"

He still looked skeptical but moved his cup near his mouth.

"Ahhh I nearly forgot no spitting and you should complete the entire cup," I said with nonchalance.

This was the moment I have been waiting for. This was the moment I dreamt of last night... ok more like imagined because I couldn't sleep. Ever since the idea of revenge formed inside my head I have been imagining various ways in which Ryan would react. And I was waiting for all my imaginations to take life and play in front of me.

But that was not happening. Ryan was bringing the cup near his face, smelling it, pushing it away and looking at it with doubt and skepticism. This cycle was going on and on and on.

Why is he wasting time?

Let's give him some time. After all this is a big thing for him. He must be running out of different animal that might have peed in it, so it's fine. Let him take his time, for five minutes.

You think, he thinks something peed in it?

Knowing Ryan, I will be surprised if he doesn't think of anything like that.

Yaa but what will you do till then? Hmm let me think... I have a brilliant idea. Why don't I haunt your conscience again with the thoughts I conjured last night when you tried to sleep?

What? Brain no, you can't do that to me, not now.

I am sorry Riya, but that is what I do. I make you recall things you don't want to think about, when you least expect them. Ok so, where were we? Hahn... so I still strongly think you shouldn't have spoken to your father like that. After all he is your father.

I know and I am sorry. I feel guilty too, I was an idiot. I don't even know what came over me. You know I never speak like that.

Yaa but you did. It might have hurt him, Riya. His daughter, his blood thinks he is not a good father. Just imagine what he might be going through.

I never called him a bad father.

Never said it, but meant it.

No, I did not.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Huff.

Show off.

"My darling Nutella, you can go dump the coffee in the sink." Ryan's face lit up and he asked with disbelief "really?"

"Totally, in the mean time I will arrange for us to watch a movie together. We can sit right here on the sofa and snuggle while watching a chick flick."

"Fine I am drinking"

Finally, the much-awaited moment has arrived. I got up from the sofa giddily and stood a little away from Ryan. He slowly raised the cup to his lips and initially tasted a little. I can only guess that he did not taste anything wrong, so he gave me one last look and gulped it a little. I did a little happy dance in my mind, when I saw his face scrunch up.

"Aha no spitting, remember." I prompted, reminding him. His entire demeanor changed. He did not swallow the liquid. His eyes were watering and his ears turned red. I could see him on the verge of crushing his cup, so I shook my head before he did anything.

He finally swallowed the liquid and exploded "where the hell did you get this sh*t from?"

"Starbucks" I resumed my previous place on the sofa like a queen.

"Not the cup the poison inside it"

"I bought the cup and the liquid inside it in Starbucks." Before he wasted his breath on another question I added "after that I might have added something in it. And I will tell you the ingredients in that magical portion only after you finish your special morning coffee."

A couple of deep breaths, huffs, grunts, shouts, a tirade, plethora of cuss words and half an hour later Ryan finally finished the coffee. He threw the cup to the far end of the room and looked at me with bloodshot murderous eyes.

"WHAT. WAS. IN. THAT?" he asked slowly pointing at the crushed cup.

"Well if you insist on knowing" I continued in a bored tone "the reason for the awesome redness of your face is because of some pepper and other spices. Scratch that, a lot of pepper and some spices."

"Riya, why did...." He stopped himself from saying anything else and hung his head "I guess I deserved that." He walked towards me and said, "I am sorry."

"I want you to fix it Ryan. You can't just go around telling people I am your girlfriend."

"I know and I will. Trust me."

"I don't trust you, but I can help you if you want. I just want to end this mess Ryan" I almost sounded desperate.

"Are you being followed?"

"No, no one knows it yet. Wait a minute is it even me?" hope sparked in me for a second.

"Does it matter? I am sure anyone working in VR Holdings will immediately think it is you and if the media starts digging into this issue, the first place they will look for a 'Riya' is in our company sooo.."

"Argh Ryan, why the hell did you say my name?"

"I don't know. I mean I was ambushed and the next minute I was telling your name."

"No, you were not. If I remember very clearly, you read out a speech"

"Yaa that was for her" he said looking away.

"RYAN stop getting all sappy when I am in the same room. It is creepy. Just get me out of the hell hole, you pushed me into." His shoulders slumped at this.

"You know after I said your name, when I went back home all I could think about is how you will be all mad at me and try to kill me. Then dad called and asked me to stay away from my condo and come live here, because it is safe and nobody knows this place. I told him that I said your name and he said just laughed and said it will be fine." I snorted. Yaa right, fine.

A small smile crept on his face "and then I thought, what the hell is wrong with me? This is Riya we are talking about. If anything, she will yell at me, play a prank and get over it and then come up with some ideas as to how we can clear this mess I created. But looking at you now, you look... lost... I am sorry" what was I supposed to say to that?

Tell him what you think.

Nope.

Go on, you have to share it with someone.

Not him.

Shut up and tell him.

"Ryan..." how do I say it "I am not... you know..." I let out a huge breath "Ryan I was mad at you when I heard the news, it didn't bother me so much. True. I would have done exactly as you predicted had it been just me in this mess, but it's not. I haven't had a proper conversation with my father" in like twelve years and haven't seen him in eight months, until yesterday when he visited me asking me to come back home "in a while and he is asking me to come back home. If I don't get out of this as soon as possible I will be dragged back home. And that is not..."

Ok too much information "What I want."

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It is ok to hate me, I am sorry I could not update any chapter on Sunday as I promised I would.

So, here's the Sunday's chapter and another chapter also will be uploaded to compensate.

Please don't hate me.

Thank you so much for reading.

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