It was the second time that Purvi had come there, and it was even more cramped than the first time.

The first time she came, there was probably not much of a crowd because of the facilities.

But that day, the boxing gym club was full of people, and…..full of only men.

She followed her brother inside, hunching her shoulders in a somewhat self-conscious manner because of her attire, not daring to look around, and only when she heard him introduce who was who did she look up and give him a simple smile.

"Didi , this is my coach and my boss, you haven't met him last time you were here. "

Her brother, Prem , led her to the bottom of the boxing ring and called out to  the man in the ring from one of the four corners, "Coach! This is my sister!"

The man in the ring was topless, revealing a large, muscular body. He found a towel and wiped his face indiscriminately then turned around and picked up the water bottle and raised his head to drink. With his gaze down, he glanced at the dirt clad village woman under his eyes, and squeezed a response out of his throat, "Hmm."

Purvi raised her eyes and saw man's adam's apple rolling up and down. She looked away uncomfortably. Out of the corner of the eye, she saw the man's bronzed abdominal muscles, and her ears turned all red.

She shrank behind Chen Yang, lowered her head and said, "... Hello coach, I'm Purvi Sharma, Prem's sister. Thank you... Thank you for taking care of Prem during this time. I, I... Thank you."

The distance was a bit far, Purvi's voice was low, and the voices of other people in the club practicing boxing came one after another, causing Vikram to not hear what she was saying at all.

Purvi kept her head down as she spoke. He glanced over and saw a head with a long braid of black hair. The woman was wearing a faded pink salwar-kamiz  ,due to continuous wash. Her feet were huddled in a pair of worn out chappals. She looked extremely poor.

Many people on the sidelines noticed the commotion and looked over, some of them laughed softly with contempt and disdain in their eyes.

Purvi was stared at by the surrounding people and felt uncomfortable. The bag in her hand was halfway through but she didn't dare to pass it forward.

It was Prem who took the bag from her and said to the coach, "Coach, this is made by my sister. It's for you to eat."

Vikram tumbled off the stage and walked straight over. His voice was a little thick with a raspy muffled tone, "Is there any mango pickle?"

The last time Purvi sent Prem over, she had packed him a lot of food she had made herself. Prem had shared some with everyone.

Vikram was the last one to eat it. Just that small jar of mango pickle had appeased him for half a year, and now when he saw this woman from the countryside, the only thing he remembered was that she was a good cook. He had been around the city for many times, but he couldn't find any mango pickle that was better than hers.

He was a strong and sturdy man with a towering height. As soon as he came over, he was full of masculinity, with a strong smell of sweat and a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

Purvi unconsciously retreated. Her face was forced into a layer of sweat by the heat of the other party. Her clothes seemed to be wet and her body was too hot. Her voice sounded like she was scared. She answered with a bit of trembling undertone, "....yes."

The man took the bag and smiled at her,"Thanks."

Purvi looked at the face in bewilderment and blushed with hindsight

The man was tall with a muscular body. He had a knife-like sharp angular face with stubble on his chin and a dark complexion. When he stares at people, his gaze was a bit heavy, but when he smile...... he was a bit handsome.

Purvi's ears burned red, and she lowered her head and stammered in response, "No, no, don't be polite. This... I should."

Prem took Purvi to his dormitory, "Coach, I'll take my sister away first."

"Okay."

Not long after Prem left with Purvi, a student came over and smiled at Vikram, "Boss, does Prem's sister likes you? Her face was so red just now."

Vikram didn't care, "Really?"

He just looked at the mango pickle.

"Really, her face was red like a tomato" The student laughed as he said, "Gaon ki gawar khi ki(rural bumpkin),don't you see the clothes she's wearing? So dirty."

Vikram was eating apple from the food package which he had just accepted from the other party. Hearing the student's words, he frowned and became impatient, "It doesn't matter if others are dirty or not. You practice your boxing."

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On the other hand.

Prem lives in a four-person  dormitory on the second floor.

Purvi came over to help him wash his dirty clothes, brush his dirty shoes, change his bed sheets to wash and hang them and clean the whole dormitory room.

When Vikram came to return the bag and saw how clean the room was, he almost suspected that he had gone to the wrong room.

"...Coach?"

Prem went to practice and there was only Purvi in the room. As soon as she finished making the bed, she turned around and saw Vikram.He was standing confused and uneasy, unable to even squeeze out a smile.

The man had a broad shoulder. He was wearing a black vest on his upper body and his chest muscles stretched out the vest to its maximum. His arm muscles were full of blue veins.

"Here's your bag." Vikram walked in, put the bag on the ground, looked around and said, "It's so clean, I almost thought I had come to the wrong place."

Purvi relaxed a little and said in a small voice, "Boys are not very good at cleaning up."

Vikram nodded and said in a gruff voice, "Well, my room is just like a garbage dump too."

Purvi bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then said softly, "If ...... you, you don't mind, I can help you clean it."

"Good." Vikram looked at the clothes drying on the balcony and said again, "You still help your brother wash his underwear?"

Purvi waved her hand awkwardly and explained hurriedly, "No, no, he washed them himself."

"Oh." Vikram looked at her and asked, "Then can you help me wash my underwear?"

Purvi, " Ahhh.. "

The woman's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye and she really looked like a red apple. Vikram thought to himself that the trainee had really been right, this village girl really liked him.

Someone called for Vikram from downstairs and he went down to respond.

Purvi sat on prem's bed and waited for him. When Prem came up, she asked him about Vikram's room and went in there to clean it up. But there was no particular mess, except that clothes were thrown everywhere and lunch boxes were left untidy on the coffee table.

His appetite was amazing. All six lunch boxes were eaten cleanly by him.

The clothes in the cupboard were all black vests, followed by....a particularly large number of underwear, more than a hundred in all.

Remembering what the man had said, Purvi blushed and washed his underwear and hung them out on the balcony.

It was only after she finished cleaning that she realized that it was getting dark. The evening bus back to the countryside was at 7:00, and it was 6:44 then.

When Prem came over,Purvi was covered in sweat and was running downstairs with the bag in her arms, "Prem ,I'm leaving, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch the bus."

"Sister, I'll see you off." Prem lifted up his shirt and wiped the sweat off his face. At the age of 17, his abs were already obvious, but he was too skinny and his muscles were not as well defined as Vikram's.

"No, you stay here, I remember the way." Purvi ran down in a hurry and nearly bumped into someone while walking through the club corridor.

She didn't take a taxi inorder to save money. The taxi fare was 800 rs and the bus ride to her hometown was only 120 rs.

But by the time she reached the bus stand, the last bus had already left, it was 7.05pm, and she had missed the last one.

When her mobile phone rang, she pressed answer and it was Prem calling to ask if she had caught the bus.

Purvi lied and said, "Don't worry, I'm already on the bus."

"Sister, don't lie to me, turn around."

Purvi turned in surprise. Prem was standing not far away. He also came running after her. His voice was panting and his face was full of sweat, "Sister, I asked the coach, he said you can stay in the club lounge, free of charge."

Purvi froze for a long moment before sniffling and forcing back the heat from her eyes.

"Will your coach...... look down on you?" On the way back, Purvi asked him, "Would you be ashamed because of me?"

Who would miss the last bus and stay in the club lounge? That's clearly someone who couldn't afford a room and was extremely poor.

"No, the coach said you cleaned his room very well and he hasn't had a chance to thank you." Prem smiled and said, "Sister, you are the best sister in the world, you never disgrace me."

Purvi's eyes suddenly turned red.

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