FF: WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS....PART 3 PG-12 - Page 5

Getting out of his house, he got into his Audi R8 and drove to his office. He hated work. Everyday whenever he got ready for work, he would finally gather up some courage and decide to talk to his grandma that he didn't want to work but be a painter. Travel the world and paint. Live like a vagabond. But being a Khurana meant hell of a lot of responsibilities. It wasn't always easy to live under the shadow of a deceased elder brother who had been perfect at everything. Annoyed at himself for being a coward, he got off his car and stomped inside his office. Everyone in the office adored him. Unlike his elder brother, Dev, Maan was easy to be around and the whole staff loved working for him. But he was also known well for his short temper. That was the only time when people were actually scared of him.

Without saying a HI to his staff, which he always did, he headed straight for his room. After sitting on his chair he started thinking about that girl. He wished he could be more like her, upfront about what he wanted from life. She did go up to her dad and say that she would rather enjoy her life rather than sit in an enclosed office room and work. Even though she was drunk, she blurted out the whole story of how she confronted her dad and came to Vegas to live up her life the way she wanted to before taking any responsibilities. And here he was sitting in that suffocating chamber of his and thinking what life would be like if he were surrounded by mountains and paint brushes and canvases rather than these concrete walls and this laptop. Frustrated with his life he shut down the laptop in front of him and started thinking about her. Everytime he thought about her lightened his bad mood. Thinking about her always encouraged him to go talk to his grandma.

Two weeks back when he was sleeping on her bed it felt perfect. It was as if a part of him belonged there.

Sometime later that night he got up to drink water cause he was thirsty. Going to the kitchen he poured himself a glass of water and drank it. Later, he saw this bottle of champagne and started drinking from it. In one go he almost finished half of the bottle. Tossing his vest on the TV he sat on her couch all comfortable and started going through some photo albums. Yea it was rude, but hell with it, he would still see, after all if it hadn't been for him she would be lying on that bar floor until some guy would pick her up and she would find herself god knew where. He drank and he watched those albums unless he finished all of them and by that time the bottle of champagne was done too. Oops! The champagne was getting to his head now and he suddenly felt hot. So he yanked his shirt open and left it on the couch to make his way for the bathroom cause he had to pee. He twisted a door knob and found himself inside her huge walk in closet mistaking it to be the bathroom. This act being ruder than the previous one of going through her photo albums because being inside a girl's closet without the permission….very very bad. But being a guy he couldn't just stand there and miss the golden opportunity. Atleast he could take a peek at her lingerie maybe? The thought went away as soon as it came. That would not really be fair. Taking so much advantage while the owner of the house is almost dead in her sleep? So he finally dropped the idea though it seemed alluring he still somehow kept the thoughts coming from banging in his head. Then he realized he had his shoes on and suddenly he didn't want them on anymore. This explained why he couldn't sleep properly. Who slept with their shoes and vest and shirt on? No one. Let's see how it feels walking in a stranger's house bare-footed. So he opened one of his shoes and as he was about to bend to open the other one he stumbled and fell. That champagne did get to his head. Somehow managing to go to the dining area and sitting on one of the chairs he pulled open his other shoe and the socks. Keeping the socks on the armrest of that chair he headed for the bathroom with his shoe in his hand, and why he carried that shoe he had absolutely no idea. Getting out of the toilet and still carrying that shoe he headed for the bed, finally dropping the other shoe, he scooped back inside the bed and nestled beside her. This time drifting off to a sleep better than last time as he was more comfortable with less clothing.

That night ended a bit too quickly because the girl pulled him off the bed and he wasn't even half way through his sleep. Usually he slept full eight hours. But that look on her face. He would give up his sleep for an entire lifetime just to see that have-I-gone-crazy-expression of that girl. She was cute. And when he realized that she didn't remember anything of the previous night he decided to act the same way and leave. Somehow he didn't want to stay there and talk to that girl. Somehow he felt threatened. As if she might see into his soul. And without giving out any other details of him except his name he left her place. After what happened she atleast deserved to know his name cause no matter how many hours he slept, it was one of the most blissful sleep he'd had in a long time.

Even after two weeks he still wondered why he didn't just leave the apartment after dropping her home. It was this force he couldn't understand himself that kept him from walking out of that door. He watched all those albums but not even once did he think about leaving that apartment. But what he did was drink a whole bottle of champagne and messing up someone else's place on the mission to find a bathroom. And he still couldn't figure out why he carried that shoe to the bathroom. One bottle of champagne and he started acting all crazy? I better watch myself with alcohol next time, he thought to himself.