"Quick, try this Hilsa fish curry!"
"This dish is very famous in Bangladesh, you will definitely love it."
"Oh, and these ghost pepper chicken wings—they're the restaurant's signature dish, hurry up and eat!"
While eating, Samina practically turned into a designated food reviewer, constantly sliding the best dishes toward Rahul.
Rahul could only passively accept Samina's enthusiastic feeding.
Seeing Rahul's lips turn red and a thin layer of sweat break out on his forehead from the incredibly spicy chicken wings, Samina's face bloomed into a bright smile. But despite her giggling, she didn't forget to hand Rahul a glass of ice-cold Coke.
She even thoughtfully held the glass for him, angling the straw perfectly toward his lips.
Rahul, whose mouth was currently on fire, was suddenly stunned by Samina's attentive gesture.
He instantly remembered his time with Ananya. She was always throwing tantrums about going to the most expensive, aesthetic cafés in Mumbai just to eat 'pretty food.' Rahul absolutely hated eating those overpriced, tiny portions of bland pasta, but he had no choice; Ananya wanted to go.
If he refused, she would start a massive argument and label him a 'boring, cheap boyfriend.'
But once they were actually at the café, she would order a table full of dishes with fancy French names, and he wasn't allowed to touch a single fry until everything had arrived. He had to sit there with his hands in his lap while she spent twenty minutes taking photos from every conceivable angle.
She would barely even eat two bites, spending the rest of the meal glued to her screen editing her photos. The rest of the cold, tasteless food was always left for Rahul to silently finish alone.
By the time the bill arrived, Ananya's Instagram story would have a fresh set of aesthetic updates, and Rahul's bank account would take another hit.
Comparison really is the thief of joy. A ridiculously wealthy girl like Samina understood basic care and etiquette infinitely better than Ananya ever did!
Shaking off the depressing memories, Rahul, unable to bear the spice any longer, quickly leaned forward.
He caught the straw Samina was holding and took huge, desperate gulps of the ice-cold Coke.
While drinking, Rahul's face was incredibly close to Samina's hand. Samina's slender fingers could feel the warm breath exhaling from his nose, and her cheeks suddenly flushed a deep crimson. The blush spread rapidly all the way to the tips of her ears.
After downing half the glass, Rahul pulled back and let out a satisfied sigh.
He looked up and saw Samina still frozen, holding the glass, her large eyes staring at him with a soft, watery gaze.
"Samina, do I have sauce on my face or something?"
Hearing his voice, Samina snapped back to reality. She opened her mouth to say something, but quickly swallowed the words.
"No, nothing!"
"Why aren't you eating?" Rahul noticed that Samina had barely touched the food on her own plate. He raised an eyebrow. "Are you on some strict rich-girl diet?"
Samina immediately shook her head, her curls bouncing.
"No! I just think you look so cute when you're enjoying the food, I just wanted to watch you eat!"
Rahul laughed, picked up his own fork, speared a piece of perfectly grilled chicken, and held it up to Samina's lips. "Let me guess, your family is from the absolute top tier of the elite class here, right? Old money?"
Samina opened her red lips, gracefully taking the chicken off the fork. She politely covered her mouth with her hand, chewed carefully, swallowed, and then nodded with a smile.
"That's right. If we go by traditional wealth and status, my family is definitely at the very top. But times are changing; most people in my circle try not to brag about their background too much."
As expected, the girl sitting across from him was a bonafide heiress.
Everything from her impeccable table manners to the effortless, undeniable authority she had when dragging him to lunch perfectly matched the profile of a pampered rich girl!
Yet, despite her elite status, she was incredibly down-to-earth and patiently answered all of his questions. It was clear she was highly educated and well-raised.
"Hurry and finish up. As soon as we're done, I'm taking you straight to that police station!" Samina urged, noticing he had stopped eating.
Rahul snapped out of his thoughts, picked up his fork, and happily demolished the rest of the feast.
When they were finished, Samina casually raised a hand to call the waiter over for the bill. When the leather folder arrived, she didn't even bother glancing at the total. She simply pulled a sleek black credit card from her designer handbag and handed it over.
Sitting there, Rahul experienced a completely foreign sensation: the absolute joy of a woman happily paying for his meal.
This was a luxury he had literally never known!
Grinning, he quickly picked up his vlog camera and aimed it at Samina.
"Thank you, ma'am, for sponsoring the meal!"
Samina smiled sweetly right into the lens, exuding effortless confidence. "You don't have to thank me, it's just a little pocket change!"
"I still have to. Once I get my wallet back and my channel takes off, the next treat is absolutely on me!" Rahul insisted, though he was still mentally adjusting to his new reality as a 'spoiled guy.'
"Alright, let's go. My driver is pulling up," Samina said, grabbing her phone and waving it at him playfully.
Rahul grabbed his camera and stood up. As he stepped out of the booth, Samina naturally stepped right up to him and linked her arm through his.
Under the incredibly envious stares of every other patron in the restaurant, the two of them strolled out the front doors.
As soon as they were gone, a young woman at a nearby table leaned over to her friend and aggressively whispered:
"Why can't I ever bump into a guy that gorgeous?! I'd literally move to India for him!"
Her friend immediately rolled her eyes. "Are you looking in the mirror? Are you as pretty as that heiress? Don't be delusional. A guy looking like a literal movie star would demand a massive luxury lifestyle. Can you afford to keep him?"
Rahul, of course, didn't hear this hilarious debate. At that moment, he was standing on the curb staring at a massive, gleaming Land Rover Range Rover Autobiography LWB. His jaw slightly dropped.
Old money elites truly lived in a different universe!
Right now, his Karma Succubus Attribute Proficiency was only at Level 1, yet it was already powerful enough to effortlessly attract an heiress from one of the wealthiest families in the city.
If this is what Level 1 looked like, what kind of women would he attract when he leveled up?
If his Succubus Proficiency ever hit 100, he'd probably be ruling the world!
"Quick, get in! Put the address of that police station in the GPS, we're going to go file that report!"
Samina practically shoved Rahul into the plush leather seats of the Range Rover.
Rahul snapped back to reality, pulled up Google Maps on his phone, and showed it to the driver. At the same time, he flipped the camera lens around to capture himself and Samina in the luxurious backseat.
"Bros, I repeat, this is one hundred percent unscripted. Right after an amazing lunch, the rich girl is personally escorting me back to the police station to settle the score!"
While Rahul was talking to the camera, Samina gave the driver the green light to go. She then glanced at Rahul's phone.
"Rahul, why didn't I find a public creator page for you on Instagram? Let's add each other."
"I only have my private personal account right now," Rahul explained. "I haven't set up the official vlogging page yet."
"Well, you need one immediately! Hand me your phone, I'll set up a creator profile for you right now so I can be your very first follower!"
Realizing she was right—he was going to need public social media to build his travel brand anyway—Rahul happily unlocked his phone and handed it over.
"Go for it. Make it look professional!"