CHAPTER- 1
HEY BABYDOLL!!
Ishani and Rithika were now in the former's car, as Rithika chatted away about how huge the crowd was in the concert and RV is really some hot stuff and his voice becomes melody in ears when listened live while Ishani was fuming in her seat a she drove the car to Rithika's place to drop her.
She was angry because she knew it was not a good idea to go to that concert yet she went there for the sake of her friend, but after seeing the man who was haunting her ears for the past year, her dislike for him has increased even more.
Everything was going good, yes she liked him as in appearance at first sight and his voice was sexy indeed, but it all changed when he started to sing those trashy songs of his that he calls music. As soon as he started singing the crowd started to shout loudly for him and cheered as everyone sang after him. While Ishani stood there utterly shocked at first and then completely bored again as she looked at him wasting his talent. His voice was good indeed, but his songs? Gosh, they were total disasters! And he was even proud of them!
Ishani listened to the ear-bleeding notes for sometime and then when she had got utterly and totally, frustrated and annoyed with it, she dashed out of the concert ground and went to her car, unlocking it as she sat in there waiting for the bloody concert to end so that that her friend finally realizes her absence and comes out. She plugged in her earphones with her iPod, listening to actual music to sooth her ears after the bloody torture they had gone through. She started to read a novel, trying to pass her time and as she read she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the events that just took place in the concert. Why did he smirked at her? Not like she knew him or anything. She had seriously started to hate the bloody bas***d. His songs are seriously so stupid and mindless. And the way he was looking at her, those lusty eyes, Asshole! That's it, this was Rithika's last attempt to make her like him and she has failed so let it be. She hated people who made a joke of music. Ans so she hates him. Not like it mattered or anything, she just wants to get her mind off with these things, so she started to read the novel again with attention this time. As she dissolved in the world of literature, she heard a knock on her car, startling her causing her to jump in her seat. It was a bodyguard who ordered her to remove her car from that place since it was coming in RV SIR'S way. Ofcourse the bloody star cannot walk from the other side! He wants a straightway to his car! No turning. Ishani scowled angrily as she parked her car to the other side. Rithika arrived after 5 minutes, telling her, how she got to shake her hand with Mr.-I-can't-walk-from-the-other-side-because-I-am-an-idiot. Ishani started the engine straight away while Rithika started chatting.
And thus we are in the present with a fuming Ishani and chatting Rithika.
Ishani dropped Rithika at her home as she drove back to her place after bidding her goodnight.
After getting home, Ishani locked her door and went straight to her bedroom. She changed into comfortable clothes and started removing her makeup. After she was done, she went to her bed and got under the covers, as she plugged her phone to charging and kept it on her side table without giving it another glance. She switched off the lights of her bedroom and switched on the lamp on her side table. She took out the novel she was reading in the car and continued her book. After sometime she started to feel tired as her eyes started drooping down. She kept the book aside and switched off the lamp, snuggling inside her covers. It was not long before she got lost in the dream world.
At around three am her phone started ringing, jerking her awake. Thinking it was her other bestfriend, Shikhar, asking for a designated driver, she answered grumpily, "The sex better have been worth waking me up."
There was a slight pause before a husky voice said, "Now thats is something I'd like to hear more about."
Ishani bolted upright, knowing that voice definitely didn't belonged to her bestie. Shikhar's wasn't as deep or sexy as this person. She glanced at the screen. It said Unknown Caller'. Quickly, she placed the phone back to her ear. "Who is this?" she demanded.
"The owner of the phone you are holding," the deep voice drawled.
"What?" Ishani asked confused. She had got so lost in the sexy voice that she hadn't comprehended his words.
"You have my phone." The voice stated firmly.
"No, I don't. This is my phone". Ishani insisted. She had placed her black phone to charging before sleep. She knew it was her's.
"Look through the phone you are holding, it's not yours." The sexy voice demanded.
Ishani did as she was told. The background was a picture of that stupid actress, Sunny Leonein a bikini. Definitely not her phone. Ishani felt her mouth curl into a scowl. Typical male objectifying and exploiting women. "That's a disgusting photograph." She remarked to the caller.
"Trust me babydoll, to every heterosexual male it's sexy as hell."
"It's because of people like you that there is a a market for these chauvinistic people!"
"Calm down. Don't get your panties in a twist babydoll." The voice drawled.
Ishani took a sharp intake of breath. "Excuse me?" she asked in outrage. "Who the hell do you think you are?" This guy was incredibly arrogant and rude!
"I already said, I'm the owner of the phone you are holding."
Ishani growled in frustration. "How did I got your phone? And who has mine?"
"Well, if your phone has a picture of a black BMW with a white cat sitting on it's hood, then I have yours." He said.
"That's Edward." The cat who has been sleeping under her bed all alone came out of it on hearing his name. "How did this happen? I had it the whole time-" she stopped mid sentence remembering when she lost it, "Did you happen to be sitting at that eating place near that concert by any chance?"
"Yeah, I did." The voice confirmed. "Let me guess, we somehow ended up switching phones?"
"Yup" she flopped back in her bed with a grunt.
"You aren't on the toilet right now, are you?"
"What? No!" Ishani cried indignantly. "God who asks that?! I am in my bed."
"Oh in that case, please tell me more. And please include the details like what exactly are you wearing". His husky voice dropped an octave.
"Pervert! That's incredibly inappropriate! How do you know that I'm not some forty year old married woman?"
The voice chuckled, "Your voice is way to sexy to belong to some dumpy woman."
"Puh-lease you can't tell that over the phone."
"Yes I can, I guess you arre in between 20 to 24 years." The voice said confidently.
"How did you knew that?" Ishani asked suspiciously.
"What can I say? I have a gift especially when it comes to the ladies."
Ishani rolled her eyes. "You are a cocky son of a bish."
The voice hooted in amusement. "You know babydoll, you might want to rethink insulting the person who has your phone. Let see, who can I send dirty naked pictures at 3 in the morning." His voice sounded muffled. "Let's see, Pooja didi, Rithika, Shikhar or what about little Prateek?"
"You wouldn't dare!" Ishani shouted at the phone. "Don't forget I have your phone too."
He laughed softly. "If you want to send naked picture through my phone, be my guest. But can you be sure to save them so I can see later?" he asked.
"You are a male chavinistic pig".
"Now, be nice babydoll, or else," he mildly threatened.
"Don't call me that!"
"Then what should I call you you?" his husky voice asked.
She hesitated giving a stranger her identity. Ishani knew nothing about this guy except he was an arrogant horn dog.
He noticed her pause and asked playfully, "Scared? I will tell you mine if you tell me yours."
"I am not scared!" Ishani fiercely denied. "I am just cautious, how do I know that you are not a serial killer."
"We are going to meet up ton exchange phones anyways so why not tell names?"
"Well, the you go first". Ishani was afraid that ones she told him, he would refuse to tell his. The caller seemed to find enjoyment toying with her and she didn't trust him.
"You always this uptight?" the voice scoffed.
"With complete strangers, I'm." Ishani cried out indignantly.
"Fine, Fine." the voice said with irritation and then paused. "My name is Ranveer."
Ishani tried to remember if she had heard that name somewhere but came up with nothing. "Ranveer? I haven't heard that name much.", she conversationally said, trying to get more clues about him.
"Er, I guess my parents thought of a different one." His voice sounded strained. "Now don't you think you can distract me babydoll, what's your name?"
Ishani wavered. She was still unsure about giving a complete stranger her name.
The guy huffed, hearing the lengthy pause. "Just tell me! It's not like I can't find out by just looking through your phone."
"Alright. Jeez! My name's Ishani."
"Ishani." He repeated "Beautiful name for a beautiful voice." He complimented.
Ishani burst out laughing, "That was so cheesy!"
"It wasn't that cheesy!" he grumbled.
Ishani laughed harder after hearing his annoyed voice. "Beautiful name for a beautiful voice." She copied his voice as she mocked him.
"It wasn't that funny." He said through gritted teeth. "Stop laughing!"
Ishani was far too gone to be able to respond. Her cat was standing over her with it's head cocked wondering what's so funny.
"I am going to hang up!" Ranveer threatened.
"Wait, wait!" Ishani managed to say as she barely got her laughter under control. "I have a question for you."
"What?" he grunted with irritation.
"Does that-" she giggled not being able to hold it back, "line-" more giggled, "-actually work?"
He growled with irritation. "Will you stop?" he snapped.
"Are you one of those guys who hit on girls in the mall and use lines like," she deepened her voice, "Do you come here often baby?'"
There was a pregnant pause giving Ishani her answer.
"Oh my God, you are!" Ishani responded with glee.
Ranveer didn't even bothered answering before he hung up the phone, leaving ishani with the dial tone. Ishani was still chuckling when she called him back but he didn't answer. Ishani figured she had bruised his ego and need some time to lick his wounds. She would call him tomorrow so they could plan a meet-up and exchange phone. Ishani gave Edward a quick-kiss and rub before falling back asleep with a smile.
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