Priya had had an interesting couple years of college at UVA. Life had opened up to her in so many ways since she had left high school. There were some wonderful experiences but also some not so wonderful ones. She had moved from India with her parents in 8th grade. Her parents were very traditional and she was a very obedient and loyal daughter.
Things had changed however when she was introduced to Instagram by her friends. It started off innocently with her making an account to basically model off traditional clothing from her Aunties' Indian clothing store. Though it brought in some good attention for her Auntie, it definitely attracted the wrong type. She had many creeps sending her messages with vulgar things in them. One day a cute guy named Abdul caught her eye. He was very persistent in his messaging until one day he sort of caught the right nerve and got Priya to respond. He was dark, older guy with nice hair, very tall, and had many pictures of him with expensive cars. They had talked nicely for a while and shared their feelings for one another. Because of how traditional her parents were there was no way she would find the time to meet him. They needed to wait until she was done with high school and her parents trusted her enough to go to college in Charlottesville. She really was a wonderful student. She let nothing distract her from her school for except her boyfriend Abdul.
At 19, Priya had finally graduated and her parents were very proud. She was the most obedient daughter any parent could ever had. Though they had strong reservations about her move to Charlottesville, they believed in her. This was an exciting opportunity for Priya because she had been waiting for this moment for a long time. She was finally going to be independent and she could now start dating her boyfriend like a normal person. She really liked Abdul. He was always there to comfort her during the hard times in school. She remembered the moment they had confessed their love to one another and how they would get married someday. She imagined a beautiful wedding with Abdul moving earth and water to win her parent's over and ask to marry her.
Priya had grown to become a beautiful young woman. Many of her friends still considered her a FOB (fresh off the boat). She still had a cute Indian accent and was a bit naive about teenage life in the United States. As such she never really had many friends that were Americanized. This led her to create a very strong online relationship with Abdul. She had developed very well like many southern Indian girls. She had a nice set of breasts that were about a D but she hid them nicely with how well she dressed modestly. It was pretty hard to hide them as she had a very nice waistband. If it were not for her thin but curvy hips her butt would look small. But she definitely knew she could catch men's eyes if she wanted to. The only thing she was self conscious about was how FOB she came off. She had never had any friends that were truly Americanized.
I guess you could say she was pretty self conscious about meeting her new boyfriend for the first time. Abdul was Muslim and she was Hindu. He also seemed to come from money where her family was modest. When they texted and sometimes talked to one another, Abdul always talked with Slang and talked about things that she had no idea. It was sort of sexy having a boyfriend that seemed to know everything.
It had been a few weeks and her first encounter with Abdul was about to become a reality. She had a dorm all to herself and organized her date with Abdul. From the moment they had set up a date to meet, Abdul had become very short and demanding. He wanted to stay at an expensive hotel. She had told him before that She was not sure she wanted to lose her virginity so soon. But he had been persistent and reminded her of their love. He had even threatened to break up with her saying that she did not love him as much as he loved her, and that he was putting a lot in the line to see her.
When he had finally came the signs that it was going to be a bad visit were written when he had shown up. They had met at the hotel and he said he had forgotten his wallet. So Priya paid for his gas and the hotel stay. He had arrived in a very old car, and she had never seen that car in any of his pictures. It seemed a bit odd, but he said that they were all going through maintenance. Abdul did not seem at all like his pictures. The glamour had faded, he was definitely shorter than what he said he was. It didn't matter to her though. This 27 year old man was the guy that was always there for her. She loved him... he didn't talk much. He aggressively took her to the room and had the most impassioned sex with her. He shoved his tongue in her mouth, ripped her clothes, and was really rough. It hurt... it definitely was not at all what she thought it was going to be. There were a few moments during a kiss that she remembered why she was doing this. They loved each other...
Needless to say. Things did not workout. He had stayed in a hotel that she paid her for a week. He had cat called her to come after class and sometimes during to "make love." Whenever she brought up the fact she had classes and work to do he would always use that against her. At the end he broke things off with her. Explaining that she wasn't doing enough to stay with him, she was "astaghfirullah." Basically that she had seduced him, and that he could not have children with a none believer.
Her soul was broken her Freshmen year and she found a disgust for men that she took with her through Sophmore year. At this time she had started making friends with American girls, both white and black who taught her to have fun and how to dress cute. Her friends thought she was very beautiful and wanted to help bring it back out in her.
After her Sophmore year was over, she went back home. She had missed her family, however life had continued without her. Her parents tried to spend as much time with her as they could but they were busy with their own jobs and trying to marry her brother off to another traditional Indian family. She took this opportunity to get a job as a waitress at Buffalo Wild Wings. She really needed to save money for expenses that her scholarships were not covering.
Being a waitress at the Buffalo Wild Wings was a very different experience. Priya had become more Americanized with her friends. As such she new a little bit about sports and even how to put on makeup. This was definitely something she needed to do in order to wait tables in this restaurant. She depended on her looks to get good tips.
As a waitress she had made lots of friends on the team including an older black woman who's name was Tony. It wasn't her real name but she was a tall, black woman with some weight. She had a Tom boy appearance which allowed her to talk with the guys casually. She was a bigger woman with dreadlocks, and tattoos but also had a soft side to her. She was both a hostess and security for the restaurant whenever a customer got a little rowdy with the waitresses. Ironically, she was also very flirtatious. She sort of joked about how hot a waitress was or how she would really like to go with one of them. They all liked her but we were also very straight.
One night Priya and the other girls were having a busy night. This one table was full of young men starring at the waitresses and saying nasty things. Priya tried to ignore them, but it just seemed as they asked for more drinks and the more they ignored the nasty things the young men were saying that they would get more nasty.
Suddenly, one of the drunk young men grabbed Priya by the arm. "Where the fuck is my drink?" He then pushed her and slapped her behind. "Move that little ass or I'll fuck a bitch up."
Priya had started to get scared and regretted getting this job. Tony marched with haste at the table, grabbed the guy and dragged him towards the front door. "That's not how you treat a lady! You know better than that! I don't ever want to see you here again." She gave a cold stare to The rest of the young men at the table. "Pay your bill and get the fuck out!" They seemed frozen with fear at this powerful woman. She then took two steps toward them and they grabbed what was in their pockets and ran out.
Priya had gone to the back. She was done tonight. She had never been treated like that in her life. She was the only one in the back until the door opened. Tony slowly walked towards her.
"Sorry hun. I'm sorry how you were treated tonight. I'll never let that happen to you again. Please don't leave here. I like you working here."
Tony took a seat right next to her and Priya tried to wipe anything from her face that made it look Like she cried. "Thank you Tony. Really... I'm just not sure I can deal with something like that again. I think I hate men for sure."
Tony took her hand and put a folded stash of money in her hands. "This is what was left after they payed the bill." Tony pulled Priya's hands to her chest. "Please don't leave. We need you. I need you."
Priya tried to push the money away.
"Take the money! Well deserved... especially after deal with that lot."
Priya smiled, "this is too much money, you deserve some of this too. Seriously... take half. I can't thank you enough."
