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New stories are just so exciting to write, na. Couldn't help scribbling down the 1st chapter, already.
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Chapter 1.
Suman:
Year 2015, December 31.
"This party sucks Preeti." I cried in horror, looking at the sea of people that stretched in front of me. Bloody hell, I will not get between these numberless people. Does she even know, how their sweat would wear on us and be unhygienic? Oh, this kiddo.
"Di, stop cribbing na. New year's party are like this only. Only if you'll keep your nose out of your thick books, you'd know something about socialising." Preeti looked exhausted, in trying to convince me. Well, do not blame me. I did not want to come here.
My perfect plan of ringing in New Year would be something like being snuggled in my warm blanket, with a cup of coffee and a novel. Of, Nicholas Sparks, preferably.
I sighed and shook my head.
"Di, please?"
Important rule about being an elder sibling - Never melt down when your baby sister makes a puppy face.
"Please." Preeti definitely has a degree in convincing people because she just did so.
Ugh.
I hate parties!
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Shravan:
"I have a surgery scheduled for next morning. I really have to rush back home, Pushkar. Just imagine, what if I doze off in the middle of the procedure! I can't risk that now, Can I?" I ruffled my baby brother's hair.
Honestly, this loud music and its thumping was getting on my nerves.
"It's goddamn New Year's party. Don't ditch me today, Dr. Shravan Malhotra!" Pushkar yelled on me over the screeching noise.
I sighed dramatically.
"Whatever then, I'll stay here at the corner. In this bar. When you are done, meet me here." I strode off to the poolside bar, not giving Pushkar any chance to argue.
Where does he even get invitations from for these obnoxious loud parties?
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"A cranberry juice." Suman repeated for like the 5th time. Oh god, where was she stuck, she grumbled so. Amidst all these alcoholic drinkers, the bartender wasn't paying any heed to her harmless drink's order.
"A cranber.." She started off again, only to be cut off by somebody's husky loud voice. A voice that sounded from somebody right behind her.
"Oye, Cranberry juice, for this lady here. Quick." It was Shravan. He had been noticing this girl who wore the most minimal of makeup in a party where every girl had, almost, the whole makeup stuff plastered on their faces. No offence, though. But his interest was piqued by her. She hadn't worn anything that was glamorous. At all. And she seemed to be just as frustrated as he himself felt. So, he concluded that she was as well probably forced to come to this party. To subside a little of her misery, he repeated her order, so extremely clear that whoever was near heard it.
The bartender gave the much awaited cranberry juice to Suman. And she turned around on her heels only to have her face bumped against this high and mighty man's chest. A little of her drink spilled on his jacket. She gasped amd cupped her forehead.
Shravan looked down at her. And couldn't help the upward curve on his lips. She was so..little than him. He steadied her by her shoulders and stepped back.
Suman, who was about to apologise as well as thank him, was cut off again.
"It's okay and You're welcome." Shravan winked at her, with a tiny smile adorned on his lips and walked off.
She stood with only one single thought in her head - WHAT. THE. HELL.
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