I woke up with the loud voice of Nitika screaming at the other girls. They decided to hang out together but some of them weren't ready yet. I checked the time. 9:00. Oh Fuck ! I plunged for my cellphone. Dialed her number. Calling Appy. No Answer. I got fresh, searched my stuff for aspirin and the kitchen for some lemons. Stuffed them in my pocket and headed for the hotel.
Knock Knock. Her friend answered the door. She was all dressed up and Appy was getting ready. I handed her aspirin and lemon and ask her to give it to her. They had to go to the university to fill up a form for their Personal Interview. I wished both of them and left. I reached my apartment and started working on my project. Fifteen minutes later my phone buzzed. Text Message : Appy. I checked it.
"So, what plans for today ?" She asked.
"I don't now. What about you ?" I replied.
"Akshay and his friend are coming in the afternoon and then we're planning to go out." She said
"Cool. Have fun." I texted her in an angry tone.
"You wanna join us ?" She asked out of courtesy.
"No, thank you." I ended the conversation.
I was furious. I wanted to tell her how I felt, but I resisted. I fucking took leave from the project and she was going out with that asshole ! Chuck it. I was back concentrating on the project.
After couple of hours of work and chain of thoughts, I decided to get a break. I checked the time, 4:00. I took a catnap. By now, I was quite comfortable sleeping on the couch. I hardly used the bed. Smoking was on the rise. I easily finished a packet in a day. Life seemed perfect.
My phone buzzed. I thought it to be the alarm. I snoozed it. Five minutes later it buzzed again. I checked it. Appy Calling. I picked it up. She said that she was coming over and asked me to put some clothes on. I checked around the house. Everyone was gone. I was alone. I already had my clothes on. I just waited for her.
Ding Dong. Doorbell rang. I stood up and attended to the door. They were here. I asked them about the guys. They were at the hotel. She wanted to check the timings of the interview at the university which was scheduled to be tomorrow. Her cellphone buzzed. Suddenly the smile on her face disappeared. She seemed lost. "What happened ?" I asked her. The guys had left their hotel. The manager of the hotel told them everything that happened last night. She was drunk, came late at night with a guy. I guess the guy part hurt them the most. She got upset again. She asked me if I wanted to tag along. It pained me to see her sad. Her smile was my reason to live. The three dimples on her face were worth dying for. How could I say no to her ? I got ready instantly. We left the apartment. Next Destination : Brigade Road.
Shopping is the only way to cheer up a girl almost instantly, even if it is just window shopping. She was back to her normal self. She checked out almost every shop in the area. She would ask me if something looked good on her or not. I loved to help her out. I took them to a cafe. Cafe Matteo. It was one of the most happening place in Bangalore. The most glamorous crowd, soothing ambience, head banging music. It was a perfect place to hangout. The girls as always looked their best.
We got a table and she placed the order. Hot chocolate for her and Latte for me. Pasta with white sauce and Masala Omlet. I didn't feel like eating anything. The order arrived. She took a fork with pasta hung in it and extended it towards me. I leaned in to eat it. As soon as I ate it, we both smiled at each other. She mischievously winked at me. My smile widened. This went on for some time. Occasionally clicking pictures to capture the moments. We finished the stuff and left the cafe.
We took a walk in the most cosmopolitan neighborhood of Bangalore. Some more pictures clicked. It was fun. Girls never get tired of it. No matter how tired they are, they have a never ending smile and this tremendous stamina to keep going whenever a digital lens is around.
She wanted to drink again tonight. She was moving in with me tonight. Some of the girls were leaving tonight, so I asked Nitika if they could adjust them in their room. They already had checked out of the hotel. We just had to get their luggage from the hotel cloakroom. On our way back to the apartment we stopped for alcohol. White Mischief - vodka and El Torro - tequila.
We got the terrace to ourselves. We consumed the alcohol. She drank in her limit. She was tipsy but in her senses. I got sloshed. She lay down on the terrace floor with her head in my lap. She closed her eyes. I kept staring at her. I wanted to tell her, how I felt about her. I was crazy for her. All these thoughts were going on in my mind. She slept like a baby. Her face was so calm. I was in love with that face. I leaned in to kiss on her forehead. I just wanted to let her know that I loved her. That how much I cared for her. I wanted to assure her that she was safe and she could let her guard down and trust me. I wanted to let her know that I was in love with her and my eyes were only for her.
I wanted to kiss on her forehead. But as my mom used to say, "Nothing good happens after 2 am. If it is 2:00 on the clock, just leave everything you are doing and go to sleep." And alcohol makes it even worse. I ended up kissing on her lips. Her wet, soft, juicy, velvety lips. I didn't want the moment to end but a scary darkness followed. I was blacked out. Knocked out of my senses. I don't remember a single thing that happened afterwards.
Knock Knock. Her friend answered the door. She was all dressed up and Appy was getting ready. I handed her aspirin and lemon and ask her to give it to her. They had to go to the university to fill up a form for their Personal Interview. I wished both of them and left. I reached my apartment and started working on my project. Fifteen minutes later my phone buzzed. Text Message : Appy. I checked it.
"So, what plans for today ?" She asked.
"I don't now. What about you ?" I replied.
"Akshay and his friend are coming in the afternoon and then we're planning to go out." She said
"Cool. Have fun." I texted her in an angry tone.
"You wanna join us ?" She asked out of courtesy.
"No, thank you." I ended the conversation.
I was furious. I wanted to tell her how I felt, but I resisted. I fucking took leave from the project and she was going out with that asshole ! Chuck it. I was back concentrating on the project.
After couple of hours of work and chain of thoughts, I decided to get a break. I checked the time, 4:00. I took a catnap. By now, I was quite comfortable sleeping on the couch. I hardly used the bed. Smoking was on the rise. I easily finished a packet in a day. Life seemed perfect.
My phone buzzed. I thought it to be the alarm. I snoozed it. Five minutes later it buzzed again. I checked it. Appy Calling. I picked it up. She said that she was coming over and asked me to put some clothes on. I checked around the house. Everyone was gone. I was alone. I already had my clothes on. I just waited for her.
Ding Dong. Doorbell rang. I stood up and attended to the door. They were here. I asked them about the guys. They were at the hotel. She wanted to check the timings of the interview at the university which was scheduled to be tomorrow. Her cellphone buzzed. Suddenly the smile on her face disappeared. She seemed lost. "What happened ?" I asked her. The guys had left their hotel. The manager of the hotel told them everything that happened last night. She was drunk, came late at night with a guy. I guess the guy part hurt them the most. She got upset again. She asked me if I wanted to tag along. It pained me to see her sad. Her smile was my reason to live. The three dimples on her face were worth dying for. How could I say no to her ? I got ready instantly. We left the apartment. Next Destination : Brigade Road.
Shopping is the only way to cheer up a girl almost instantly, even if it is just window shopping. She was back to her normal self. She checked out almost every shop in the area. She would ask me if something looked good on her or not. I loved to help her out. I took them to a cafe. Cafe Matteo. It was one of the most happening place in Bangalore. The most glamorous crowd, soothing ambience, head banging music. It was a perfect place to hangout. The girls as always looked their best.
We got a table and she placed the order. Hot chocolate for her and Latte for me. Pasta with white sauce and Masala Omlet. I didn't feel like eating anything. The order arrived. She took a fork with pasta hung in it and extended it towards me. I leaned in to eat it. As soon as I ate it, we both smiled at each other. She mischievously winked at me. My smile widened. This went on for some time. Occasionally clicking pictures to capture the moments. We finished the stuff and left the cafe.
We took a walk in the most cosmopolitan neighborhood of Bangalore. Some more pictures clicked. It was fun. Girls never get tired of it. No matter how tired they are, they have a never ending smile and this tremendous stamina to keep going whenever a digital lens is around.
She wanted to drink again tonight. She was moving in with me tonight. Some of the girls were leaving tonight, so I asked Nitika if they could adjust them in their room. They already had checked out of the hotel. We just had to get their luggage from the hotel cloakroom. On our way back to the apartment we stopped for alcohol. White Mischief - vodka and El Torro - tequila.
We got the terrace to ourselves. We consumed the alcohol. She drank in her limit. She was tipsy but in her senses. I got sloshed. She lay down on the terrace floor with her head in my lap. She closed her eyes. I kept staring at her. I wanted to tell her, how I felt about her. I was crazy for her. All these thoughts were going on in my mind. She slept like a baby. Her face was so calm. I was in love with that face. I leaned in to kiss on her forehead. I just wanted to let her know that I loved her. That how much I cared for her. I wanted to assure her that she was safe and she could let her guard down and trust me. I wanted to let her know that I was in love with her and my eyes were only for her.
I wanted to kiss on her forehead. But as my mom used to say, "Nothing good happens after 2 am. If it is 2:00 on the clock, just leave everything you are doing and go to sleep." And alcohol makes it even worse. I ended up kissing on her lips. Her wet, soft, juicy, velvety lips. I didn't want the moment to end but a scary darkness followed. I was blacked out. Knocked out of my senses. I don't remember a single thing that happened afterwards.
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