My Wicked Love.|AR|Chapter 9 (Pg70)|01.07.14| - Page 28

"So, how do I look?" I ask the girls in my room.

"Babe, you look sexy! I'm jealous!" Muskaan jokes and I giggle. I turn around and look at myself in the mirror. I am wearing royal blue jean shorts that come down to my mid-thigh, showing my toned, milky white legs. On top of it, I'm wearing a loose black chiffon tie-front, which shows my toned and flat stomach. Hmm… Black suits me, doesn't it? To add to my looks, I wear big-hooped silver earrings, a simple anklet, and black flip flops and my hair is left loose. My make-up is very minimal: eyes lightly lined and chapstick. My look is simple, but sexy. After all, I look sexy in anything I wear. *wink*

"So should we start going?"

"Oh, totally."

"I'm damn sure Rahul and Abhi are going to have problems tonight," I say to Muskaan and Nikki respectively.

"Oh shut up Riddhima. Not like your man is gonna keep his eyes off of you," Nikki rolls her eyes.

"Oh, I make sure he won't," I beam at them. Nikki is about to say something when we hear the horn of Abhi's car and we start walking down to his car. Like I had expected, as soon as we step out, Abhi and Rahul are literally gawking at Nikki and Muskaan respectively- their jaws touching the floor. I smirk knowingly as the duo blush under the boys' intense gaze. I whistle knowing what's gonna happen. Someone's not going to sleep tonight… I wait for a while, waiting for the boys to stop staring and the girls to stop blushing, but they just don't seem to come out of their reverie. I fake a cough to get their attention, but boy these people are just too into each other! I take a moment to go back and visit the old memories.

We all had met on the first day of college. The girls clicked instantly because of our similar personalities and so did the boys, but boys and girls put together? Nope. Well, I was kinda on neutral grounds, but Nikki and Muskaan despised Abhi and Rahul because their clashing personalities. Nikki was the no-nonsense type girl whereas Abhi couldn't give a damn about what was going on around him. On the other hand, Muskaan was totally outgoing and bubbly while Rahul was the typical bookworm. We honestly thought Muskaan was going to hook up with Abhi and Nikki with Rahul, but the exact opposite happened; Nikki fell for Abhi and Muskaan for Rahul. I often tried to put some sense into them, but nope. They had gotten it bad. But now that I think about it, they are perfect for each other. It's like they fill this little spot in each other's life. I know it sounds very bookish, but it's 100% true. If you see them like I do every day, boy you'd fall for their love. Somewhere inside, I feel a pang of jealousy. Am I ever going to find a guy that would love me the way Abhi and Rahul love Nikki and Muskaan? I feel very upset, but then I repudiate the thought and make myself happy again. I don't need a man to love me! I love myself and that's enough. Right?

"Okay come on now, enough people. You have been staring at each other for the past 5 minutes! Stop staring at let's go! I wanna dance!" They finally look at me and the boys look me up and down with a smirk on their face.

"Wow, you look hot," Abhi says, looking totally impressed and Nikki punches his arm. I scoff to myself.

"Um, late? But thanks anyways chico. Now you wanna go or no?" They laugh at me and we get in the car as Rahul starts driving.

Within 15 minutes, we reach the club. I can hear the thumping beats of the music playing and I walk inside. We scream as we walk in, going straight to the dance floor. My favorite song, Get Busy by Sean Paul, is playing loudly, calling to my body. I dance crazily with Nikki, Muskaan, Abhi, and Rahul, shaking my body in rhythm with the song. I know boys are staring at me, but at this point in time, I really don't care. It feels amazing to be back in the club and dancing like there is no tomorrow. Dancing is definitely a stress-buster. After a while, I move to the bar and order an orange juice. I'll get drunk, but later. I have to stay conscious for the main reason I came here.

"Oh, hey Ri!" A loud, obnoxious voice squeaks in my ears and I know it is Shimara. Revenge time baby.

"Oh, hey Shimara," I say with a little too sweet smile. "How are you dear?"

"Amazing and sexy as always. But what is this Ri? It's my birthday and you're wearing such cheap clothes? So unexpected and unlike you."

I scoff. "Well you see Shimara, I at least have the sense to not wear tight nylon dresses in clubs. You dance like crazy and which obviously means you are going to sweat. Sweat and nylon? Disastrous combo babe," I smirk at her as the girls behind her chuckle. I can tell she is super mad now. My drink comes and I drink out of it.

"Excuse me! You're in my party and you're insulting me? I can throw you out right now if I want! You probably can't even afford to come to a club like this one!"

"Oh yeah? And you can?" I challenge her.

"Of course I can!"

"Yeah? Show me your member ID." I can tell the music has stopped and everyone is staring at us. Shimara looks here and there, trying to come up with an answer. I smirk at her, knowing she's not a member of this club.

How do I know? Well, the owner of this club is none other than my amazing brother. All I had to do was ask him if she was a member of the club and he said she wasn't. When I asked him how she was able to hold a party at the club if she wasn't a member, he said no girl named Shimara had booked the club for tonight because it wasn't possible for someone without membership to even enter the club. Turns out she was using someone else's card. And she was telling me I can't afford to be a member of this club. I mentally roll my eyes at her.

"Thought so," I smirk and sling my glass forward, ruining her dress. The look on her face is definitely a Kodak moment. She looks up at me with her mouth wide open and starts shouting.

"You little bitch! You spoiled my dress! Do you have any idea how expensive this dress was? Ugh! Guards! Guards!" she yells. Within a minute, all the guards of the club run to her to see what's happening.

"What happened ma'am?" one of the guards question. I smirk and lean back against the bar counter, not afraid at all.

"Get this woman out of my party! She ruined my dress!" The guards look at me, not even daring to move. After all, I'm their boss's sister.

"What are you guys waiting for? Throw her out!" she shouts and I close my eyes, making a face as her squeaky voice hurts my ears.

"God, shut up! Do you not realize how obnoxious you sound when you yell? And FYI, you can't throw me out of this club. If there's anyone that needs to be thrown out, it's you. So guards, throw her out." As soon as I say that, the guards grab her, shocking her.

"What the hell? Why are you all throwing me out? She should be thrown out! She's not even a member of this club!"

"Yeah, you're right. I'm not a member of this club. I am the sister of the owner." Her mouth drops open and she stills and I hear the gasps of other people in the club.

"W-what?" she stutters.

"Si, senorita. My Bro owns this club. And not just this club, but several others in this city. You obviously have no idea how wealthy I am babe," I say shaking my head. I realize the music has stopped and everyone is staring at us. I decide to take advantage of this and insult her more. "What were you saying? You're a member of this club?" I scoff. "You were lying. You were using someone else's ID card, weren't you? You broke one of the main policies of this club and according to the rules, you should be arrested for doing this. And guess what? That's exactly what's going to happen," her eyes go wide and mouth drops open. I turn to the guards. "Guards, get her arrested. I want her out of my club."

"Yes ma'am," they start dragging her away as she resists.

"Let me go! Riddhima Gupta! You're making a big mistake! I won't leave you!" I watch as they drag her out of my sight and I turn to the people.

"Why did you all stop? Come on DJ, play the music! The party is still on! Drinks are free people! Go ahead, dance the night away!" They cheer and I hear the music go off again. I turn back to the bartender and ask for a vodka.

"Wow, that was good! You showed that bitch her f**king place!" Nikki comes to me and pats my back.

"Seriously Ri! I am totally in awe of you for the way you treated her!"

"But I honestly thought you were going to let her get away with it," Rahul states.

"Oh please, Rahul. I'm Riddhima. I don't let people get away just easily. She thinks she's all that so that's exactly what she gets. I'm not one of those nice girls who will let anyone get away with whatever. She broke the rules, she'll go to jail. Simple." I take a sip out of my drink and a thought comes into my mind.

I turn to Nikki and speak in a low voice, "What happened to our plan? Did you give it to him?"

"Yeah, I did. He said he'll try to come." I knit my brows together and nod. He'll try? What the hell does he mean by he'll 'try'? Please tell me he's gonna come! I don't want all my planning to go in vain. Ugh!

"Come let's dance!" Abhi exclaims and pulls us to the dance floor where we groove to the beats of Don't Wanna Go Home by Jason Derulo. The vodka starts affecting my senses. I feel a little light-headed, but that's normal for me. Vodka is a strong drink so I'm not surprised. I move my body to the addicting beats of the song with my eyes closed. I feel myself moving away from the world and its illusions and enjoying myself to the full. I'm not worried about anyone or anything. Right now, it's just about me.

When I open my eyes, I see a pair of dark eyes gazing intently into mine. Armaan… So he came. Of course he did! He had to! And I know he came for me too! He has no other reason to! A sexy and victorious smirk forms on my lips. As if recognizing my mood change, the DJ dims the lights by about 98% and the song changes to something more sensual and seductive – Your Body by Christina Aguilera. I move through the packed crowd toward him, keeping my eyes locked with his. I watch as his eyes become darker and intense seeing me walk up to him. I take his appearance in. Rather than flannel pants, he's wearing ripped jeans. His torso is covered by a white button up. The buttons to his shirt are open and I can see his six packs through his black vest. His hair is stylishly gelled. Damn. When I reach him, I take his hand and lead him to middle of the floor, knowing no one can see us. I take his hands and put them around my waist, dancing and swaying my hips like I don't even care. Moving my hands up his arms, I once again feel his strong muscles, moving as close to him as possible.

"All I wanna do is love your body," I sing my favorite part of the song seductively against his ear, "tonight's your lucky night, I know you want it." I feel his erection harden against my body and grind my body against his with a grin on my face. I turn in his arms and dance with my head thrown back. I feel his lips on me and I tilt my head to the side as he leaves a trail of wet and hungry kisses from my ear to my shoulder, pulling me closer to him by my stomach. I take hold his hands again and place them on my hips as I really move my hips. I face him and he grabs my hair and pulls, moving straight to my throat, kissing, biting, and sucking my skin. Oh f**k… I close my eyes and bite my lip as desire overwhelms me and I curl my fingers into his hair, pulling tight. God, I want him right now!

No, not yet. He's made me wait and that's exactly what he's going to do now: wait. I push him away with a smirk and move away from him, challenging him with my eyes to come and get me. I turn around and he's staring at me with his head cocked to one side and his gaze amused. I gesture with my finger to come get me and he starts moving through the crowd, never taking his eyes off of me. I feel so good and powerful right now. I have power over him and I am going to take full advantage of it. As I am walking, someone's hand grabs mine and I look back to see a few guys looking me up and down.

"Hey babe, dance with us!" I glance at Armaan who is frowning and come up with a quick plan in my mind. He can definitely wait for some time.

"Sure sexy."

"Yeah!" The song has changed into something with dancing beats and I dance as sexily as possible. I watch as Armaan walks to the bar and orders himself a drink. I feel myself being surrounded by at least five men, but I don't care at the moment. I just wanna make him jealous. I feel a little awkward as the boys come closer to me. I mean, I am not a virgin or anything, but I have some limits too. I'm not going to let just anyone touch me.

"'Xcuse me," I say and try to move but they don't let me.

"Come on babe, dance with us!"

"I said I want to go so let me go!" I push them and walk away. I come outside to get some fresh air and hear the guys come after me.

"What the hell? I said leave me alone so leave me the f**k alone!"

"Oh, we ain't goin' nowhere without you! You comin' with us!" They start pulling me towards their car and I try to resist, but five against one? No chance. I almost give up when a hand grabs mine and pulls me away from them. It's Armaan.

"Hey man, what you doin'?"

"She's ours! Let her go or we'll kill you!"

"Keep your threats to your, okay?" Armaan says darkly. God, he looks so sexy when he's pissed.

"Now leave before I call the guards." They look at each other and leave after glaring at us. I realize I've been hanging onto his arms tightly when he looks at me.

"Get in the car. I'm taking you home," I don't even try to run my smart mouth knowing he will probably kill me if I do. I silently comply and walk to the car. I watch as he gracefully glides into the driver's seat and angrily drives out. I look at the speedometer. He's going 100 miles per hour! Boy, is he trying to get us killed or something?

"Armaan, you need to slow down," I say quietly.

"You did that to make me jealous, didn't you?" he asks through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, I did," I reply, feeling a bit brave because of the drink. He grips the steering wheel tighter and presses down on the accelerator. I grip my seat, closing my eyes in fear. Shockingly, we reach my house very soon and he stops the car. Whew! At least we got here in one place.

"Are you coming in?" I ask, assessing his face carefully.

"Do you want me to?" he looks at me.

"Yes." He says nothing and gazes at me intently. He opens his door, walks over to my side, and opens the door for me.

As walk inside, I see him looking around.

"Is no one else home?" I glance up at him, confused.

"No. Bro and An are out of country for a business meeting."

"And your dad?"

"In hell for all I care." He stops and looks at me with confused eyes.

"You don't like your dad?"

I scoff. "I abhor him," I say looking him dead in the eye. He seems taken aback as if he was expecting something totally different.

"Why?"

"Reasons," I say as I walk up to my room and then fall on the bed.

"Can I know?" he asks as he sits down beside me. I look at him.

"Why are you so inquisitive when it comes to my family?" I watch as he shifts uncomfortably in his spot. But seriously. Why does he want to know?

"I'm just curious."

"Curious?"

"Curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat!" I say a little-too happily with my hands in the air and then throw them back. "Just like the way it killed Mom."

"What?" he asks softly and I turn to him.

"Mom was murdered." I don't say anything else. His eyes widen infinitesimally and lips part as he inhales sharply, realizing what I meant. "I don't why I told you this. It's something that only some people know," I whisper to myself. Even my best friends don't know this. Why – outta all people on this planet – did I tell him this? I think it's just the fact I'm kinda high right now. But now I just can't stop myself. I look at the picture of my mom hanging on the wall. There she is, smiling her ever-so-beautiful smile.

"I miss her." I don't even realize tears are rolling down my face until Armaan brushes them away with his thumb.

"She misses you too," he says softly, reassuring me. I gaze into his eyes, seeing sadness and care for me.

"You know? Mom used to say when someone dies, he/she goes straight to God and He makes him/her a star and they look after us. I know Mom is there," I say gazing at the stars and searching for my mom in them. "She's looking at me right now." I look at Armaan and he's also staring outside.

"Did you lose someone too?"

"Yes," he breathes, "someone very important – very close to my heart." Who is he talking about? I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn't. I want to probe him for some info, but decide against it. Instead, I let my eyes move over his angelic face.

His eyes are distant, as if he's in a different world. Although I don't know why, his teeth are gritted like he's trying to control his anger. He closes his eyes as if an excruciating memory is troubling him. Even before I know, my hands are cupping his face. He looks at me in confusion. My thumb caresses his cheek as he closes his eyes again, but in sheer satisfaction. I unknowingly bite my lip as he inhales a lungful of air and slowly exhales. I let my thumb move down to his upper lip and leisurely move over it. Suddenly he stops my hand and opens his eyes with a strange fire.

"Stop," he warns huskily, although I know he wants it too.

I shake my head, "not today. I know you want it just as much as I do." I lean forward and capture his lips in a slow, passionate kiss. I probe him over and over again, but his defenses don't fall. I scoot closer to him on the bed so that he's on his back and my torso is covering his – my hair acting like shield around us. This is it. This is really going to happen. We're finally going to do it and no one is going to stop us – not even him.

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And the chapter ends here. Lol. Not really. I am going to post the 'part' on my Tumblr page and whenever it's up - should be by next Saturday - I will send the PMs. Like I said before, this is basically a turning point for this FF. Well, a minor one. From now on, it's going to be something new in every chapter unless my mind has died and can't come up with something else. 😆

And I know I deserve all the gaalis on this planet, but see, you can't blame me. Like I said before, my school is on people and I can't manage an update every week. I mean come on, I'm in 10th grade. I don't have boards like the people in India, but I still have my exams coming up and I try my best to write, but my school isn't letting me do that. However, my summer break starts on May 28th, so I'll be free after that! 😃 So yeah, please do read and like or comment - prefer comments - on how you found the chapter. Thanks!

-Medha.