Part 2: LoveShack
'Arnav, it's 2 am! Will you please just cut the crap and tell me what has brought this on?'
'You are my best bud so shut your mouth and help me look for proof'
'Oh and you have never called me Arnav, stick to the aesthetics bro'
'Alright fine. Nanav why are we here, in Lavanya's old apartment?' he was confused, sleepy and annoyed at his best friend's new found habit of disturbing him during his beauty sleep. They were at Royal enclave, Colaba, for the fourth consecutive night.
'In case you forgot, even Khushi and Anjali have lived here for a full 3 years. Just look for clues and..stop. Stop munching on that Lays packet right fu@king now. This is important, I need to know why the hell is Khushi so adamant on marrying my ass of a brother and where is..'
'Buddy, look at this picture. It's Khushi kissing Aman'
'WHAT?!' he more than snatched the photo and looking at it he could he heaved a sigh of relief. It was a picture from the first party they had all attended together. The first party, of so many firsts.
-Past-
Loveshack.
The place smelt of sweat. This club was one to watch for, people drinking their life away and dancing to songs that felt more like their own feels.
This was their first ever party since college had begun, with new classmates, new people and newer chances at doing what he did the best. Girls, and oh boy Arnav couldn't have been any more thrilled.
He was trying to locate his housemates, and his brothers. They all shared a common house in one of the only posh areas of Mumbai, for dirt cheap.
'Arnie! Here!' he could see Akash and some dude dressed in purple jogger suit, waving their hands.
'Akash, I am right here why are you shouting on the top of your squeaky voice for no reason at all and who is..this?'
'Uh Arnie, this is my friend. Naman Kaul Sachdeva'
'Akash! It's NK, mere dost.' he did a flip with his hand as he leaned towards Akash who smilingly said 'OK NK, meet Arnav my brother.
'Nanav, I'll call you Nanav because Arnav is so brooding but you look so flamboyant and naughty!' and then NK being himself, laughed at his own joke.
Arnav scowled, this NK seemed a little too over-friendly but one could do with his presence as long as his brother felt that they were friends.
Speaking of brothers, where was his other brother. Finding him was always a task especially in this crowd, making the place completely packed.
Slowly, Arnav could see the crowd get bigger and the girls get better. He had just stepped out of a long distance relationship and he needed a breather. Lots of breathers.
He saw her dance her heart out to High heels te nache as she moved to and fro pointing at her heels. She wore sleek black velvet pants that screamed out hot for those legs and a cream coloured cold shoulder top. Simple, yet so sexy. Arnav proceeded further to get a better picture of her face and BAM! Aman? Why was he dancing with her? Oh so he knew her. Grinning, he walked up to them with of course, Akash and NK in tow.
'Arnav, Akash! Meet my friends Khushi, Anjali and these are my brothers Arnav and Akash.'
He knew, Arnav knew that Aman always had this tendency of being possessive about his friends and especially girls at that but there was something else about him with these girls and he sure as hell was ready to rile the life of Aman up.
'May I have this dance?' Arnav popped his hand in front of Khushi who was staring somewhere far off. She seemed to have snapped out her lost look as she laughed rather loudly and immediately took hold of it and whispered in his ear 'This is Loveshack you don't ask for a dance like that'
They dance together, in sync to about two songs the third song about to start when suddenly she started making circular motions with her hips, her oh so full hips and he could feel their fullness against his palm with which he daringly started pressing her hips. He held his breath, when she suddenly went down. It was turning him on, seeing her go down when she suddenly popped back up and sang so loudly Baby do you freak like you dance...cuz you dance like a pro...*music*...
'Did you think really think I would do anything here?! Its the lyrics dude.'
'Well, I am a man after all and if you are going to blow I mean sing so well then my focus can't really be on what's coming out of that mouth'
'I need a drink, come on!' Khushi sure looked flustered.
'I can surely come Khushi, you don't have to hold my hand' Arnav knew he was crossing lines but looking at her eyes he could see the same spark that his eyes reflected.
Heading to get themselves a drink or two, they saw Aman whisper something to Anjali and her sporting a hidden laugh. Khushi seemed to have an idea about the words that the duo exchanged because she let out an exasperated sigh and then smiled knowingly.
1...2...6...10 shots. The girl was crazy, she made them all do shots with her.
Anjali had already taken to the washroom, NK and Akash seemed to be engrossed in a detailed conversation about the DJ's choice of songs.
So it was just him and Khushi. And Aman.
He saw as how the shots went down her slender, swan like throat. The remains of the liquor on her soft lips. Her tongue often came out to suck them in, the remains of that damn liquor. How he wished it was him she sucked onto with those lip. Her little act of going down on that stupid song...what were the lyrics?!
Ruk jaaye dil when you get down low came Aman's sing-song voice that pulled him out of his admiration session.
'What? This is my new favourite song and the DJ's playing it yet again'
'It's my favvv tooo Ammaaann' Khushi was yelling continuously and then she jumped in front of both the boys and did her faaav dance step. While Aman just burst out laughing, Arnav could feel this urge to just put her mouth which was now singing Have Mercy on me, on his.
Indeed, the lord up above needed to have mercy on him.
He couldn't understand why was he suddenly so sexual about a girl he just met a couple of hours ago. Maybe because it was a breather, or maybe because she was a breather.
He had barely taken a step towards her to join her dancing when she twirled on her own and bumped into Akash and plop plop plop she had thrown up at him. At his poor brother who was equally drunk. So drunk that he looked Khushi's pouting face and began twirling himself, making the the fluid she puked come on all of them.
She then looked at everyone, choosing him she walked closer to him and wiped his the little particle of his jaw. Arnav was sure her hand was there for longer than necessary. He looked into her eyes and she was looking at him, dazed. She had no clue what she was doing. The shots were doing their magic. It was the first time, he had looked so closely into her eyes. There was something, something so captivating.
'Eew Khushi, yuck'
'Amaaan come hereee' she gave him a cute peck on his cheek which was immediately captured by the loveshack photographer.
-Present-
Arnav released a sharp sigh, looking at anything related to college just put him in deep nostalgia. He was sure it wouldn't have been much different for his best friend, who looked equally lost.
'NK...NK...! Naman Kaul Sachdeva, can you please get back to work and stop going back into the past!'
'Nanav, this was a fun day! Gosh, you were so brooding and judgemental'
'Really NK? That's not what you said that day.'
'Things were different then, I had just met you'
'Like that is an excuse'
'C'mon Nanav. Things have changed. Akash, you and Aman weren't at loggerheads back then'
'There's a lot about us brothers you don't know NK. And...Akash and I aren't at loggerheads, will never be.
-Fin
So Part 2, guys.
Tell me how did it go.
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