"Why does she have to do this?", sulked Shravan.
Till now, he only knew Suman was back. But now, in his hand, he held the dark invitation of her 'Comeback' Party.
"Bah!", he smirked. He wasn't so useless so as to attend the party.
"But maybe, I CAN give it a try. There wasn't any harm in going. Besides, if he wouldn't go, she might get a reason to tell tales about his 'ego'."
And whatever he said, he couldn't deny the fact that he wanted to see her, after such long.
So on the D Day, he picked up his best suit and reached Hotel Marriott. The party was at seventh floor, Banquet Hall.
He got into the lift. 7th Floor. He got off.
From the Hall, a small group of boys emerged. Daggling in subconsciousness, they pushed him aside and got into the lift.
Hard Drinks?
He almost shouted.
Alarmed, he dashed into the Hall.
It was dark. A DJ party stood ahead of him with girls, boys grooving to the beats. Some were drowned in drinks, some were in state of puking. His head spinned. Girls in short dresses, with guys stuck to him. Yuck!
He shrieked. Was this a party? Well, if this was the US culture, he was glad he stayed behind. And he had got himself a good reason to stay feet's away from her.
He left the Hall. The dazzling light was blinding him.
"Shravan? Mr. Lambu, right?"
It was Poorna.
"Great to see you! But what are you doing here? Came for Sumo's Bash, have you? Its on 5th floor!"
"Oh Gosh! And thank God", relieved Shravan.
"Let's go", she said.
Shravan couldn't believe he had just almost gatecrashed into someone else's party. It sounded so unsophisticated and cheap.
Poorna took him to a very decent Hall. There were dim lights and a soft music in background.
"Look who's here", she tapped on the shoulder of a girl. Dressed in a black one piece, she did look dazzling.
She turned around. Undoubtedly, it was Sumo.
"Remember him? He's Shravan!"
"Shravan...ummm... Shravan Malhotra, right?", she tried to recollect.
Shravan was a bit dejected at this. She didn't remember him enough?
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