OS : My moving Menace

"Please Khushi, please dammit! You have to go with me! Don't you love dance? Yes, you do so please come with me. It's the hottest club in Delhi!" I rolled my eyes at Priya. Just pretend to ignore her Khushi. Don't fall for her innocent look. "Khushi you said we were best friends for life, but what kind of friend would you be if you ditch me at this moment?" I sighed at her sad tone. This girl wasn't going to give up was she? My fists clenched trying very hard to ignore her, but my heart was beginning to give in. NO KHUSHI, BE STRONG. Corner of my eyes I saw Priya get up from the floor and walk towards the door with her head down. Guilt was already starting to build up inside of me. I rubbed my face in frustration. "Priya wait." Priya turned around with a sly glint present in her eyes. My eyes narrowed at the sight, but I let it go. She and I both knew I have given up. "Fine Priya, I will go with you to this stupid club IF you promise me that you will not leave me in the midst of nonsense. I know how those stupid clubs get. Remember last time? I don't want another episode of someone trying to grind against me on the dance floor right. I dance; I do not rub against people. Do I make myself clear?" Priya nodded as an eagerly fed puppy. "Yes, I will make sure nobody touches you like that. You can dance all night long babe. I swear I will be there." A smile graced my face. Maybe this won't be bad after all'

The place was absolutely crowded with people. Teenagers around 15 were there as well, which made me shake my head in disappointment. How do these kids get in? Obviously illegal identification's got to be it. Looking at Priya's face I knew she didn't notice a thing. Her beautiful blue tight dress hugged her curves wonderfully. I looked down at my white strapless dress. It was simple, but it was what I would wear. My black biker boots went quite well with my attire. "Isn't this exciting!?" Priya said jumping up and down clapping her hands in glee. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her antics. She was always ready for a party. Sometimes I wondered how we were actually best friends. We were so opposite. I was more of the quiet character with the secret talent of dancing and she was more of the loud character, with the secret of having an amazing heart. "Oh my gosh they're opening the doors! Come on before we get lost!" She grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the front door. People were pushing each other as if they were wild animals to get in. "Priya this is bloody stupid! I cannot believe you made me come!" I exclaimed annoyed at being in such a crowded place. Her voice came out as muffled and I didn't hear a word due to the noise. Finally we pushed through the crowd and entered the club. "Ah, yes, welcome to Pandora's Box" Priya exclaimed with a smile lighting her face. "Pandora's Box is what the club's called? That name itself sounds like bad news!" "Oh lighten up Khushi! We are here to have fun remember!?" "No, Priya you're here to have fun, I am here to torture myself thanks to you!" I replied back fuming. She just rolled her eyes and dragged me to the bar section. "Hey, there, I would like to get 2 diet cokes." Priya said to the bar guy there. The guy gave both of us weird looks, but yet he went to fetch us the drinks. We were always given weird looks because we didn't drink. Priya and I believed we can have more fun by being sober. What's the use of being at a party if you didn't know how it went down? "Oh my gosh Khushi, look it's Dev!" Right in front of us stood Dev Adda, one of the hottest guys in college. Priya had a crush on him since the first year of college, but I disapproved. The guy was a huge player and I always warned her not to get close to him. Oh no, if Dev was around that means that ass was around too' God I sure hope I was wrong. "Priya' you know how he is'" I said in a warning tone. She just rolled her eyes at me. "Oh come on Khushi, what's the point of life if we don't take risks? Remember the term YOLO?" "How about I YOLO your face Priya!" I exclaimed utterly angry at her nonsense. Dev was bad news and we both knew it, but yet she refused to listen to me. Sometimes it was hard being the sensible one. "No need to YOLO my face love, but look, it's your favorite guy in the world; Arnav Singh Razaiada."

My head snapped up to take in the sight of my worst nightmare. He was standing by Dev laughing about something. The man was no different than Dev. Half of the college worshipped him, but I couldn't blame them. The beauty this man possessed was almost sinful. He was tall, well built; he was dressed in a full black suit; his hazel eyes were twinkling in fiery and his beautiful defined jaw gleamed. Was it just me or was he actually glowing? I didn't even realize I was staring at him intensely until his eyes caught mine. Time stopped the moment our eyes captured each other's. Tingles began to travel all over my body at his gaze. He was studying every inch of my soul, I could feel it. "Khushi'? Khushi, wake up!" I felt a hand on my shoulder shaking me and I snapped back in to reality. I turned my head towards Priya, She wore an expression of concern. My heart was still beating wildly at the moment. "Uh- um, yeah, what?" Priya raised her eyebrow at me and kept staring at me as if I was high. "Khushi you blanked out'" I mentally slapped myself. "Of course not, just tired. I wonder where our drinks went'" I said trying to sway the conversation away so that Priya wouldn't ask questions. "Oh yeah, let me go ask that idiot. You stay here okay Khushi?" I nodded and she left. My eyes travelled all across the dance floor. People were dancing to the beat of the music, although half of them were off rhythm. I couldn't help but shake my head at them. Dance was in my blood so it was difficult not to judge people when they were off rhythm. "If you're so great at dancing, why don't you go out there and dance?" A deep, husky voice whispered in to my ear. A shiver went down my spine at the tone. Slowly I turned my head to face him. It was him obviously. I knew that voice anywhere. There was a small smirk gracing his beautiful face, but a hint of amusement was present in his eyes. How did he read my mind? Was I that easy to read? The expression he wore was enough for me to blast another country. Every single time he looked at me I wanted to grab someone and trash them to a locker. There was something about him that made my blood boil. It wasn't exactly because he was a player, but it was something else, which I couldn't put my finger to. "I will dance when I want to and who said that I thought I can dance better." I replied back sharply, but the amusement in his eyes didn't leave. He leaned closer to my face. "I can read you Khushi Kumari Gupta." Oh dear god, he has to stop talking, especially saying my name like that. It was too damn beautiful. Control yourself Khushi, don't throw your dignity out the window for an arrogant ass. I got up from my seat and pushed him away. "Well, you read wrong. Why don't you go bother some other girls? There's a bunch giggling right now looking at you. Don't disappoint them Raziada." The smirk in face still didn't vanish. "Dance with me Gupta?" Did I just hear him right? "What did you just ask'?" I could hear my voice being uneven. The smirk in his face widened. "I said, dance with me Gupta." Anger began to posses my body. This man; what did he think of himself? I clenched my fists in order to control my temper. No way am I letting him control me. "Do you think I am like one those pathetic girls Razaida? Do you see me falling at your feet?" He leaned against the counter, a slight seductive glint appearing in his hazel eyes. "Are you scared Gupta? Are you afraid that I will be a better dancer than you?" He asked me in a challenging voice. No, no way was he challenging me. Didn't he know that I never backed down a challenge, especially when it involved dance. The nails in my fingers began to dig deeper in to my skin, due to me clenching it so hard. My chest was heaving at the emotions I was feeling. Should I take this challenge? Hell yeah, I should! If Arnav Singh Razaida wanted a challenge then I will give him one. Determinedly I looked in to his hazel eyes, which still had the hint of amusement present in them, with a mixture of seductiveness. "Alright, fine, Mr. Raziada I will dance with you, but you have to keep up with me." He leaned in closer. "I think that won't be a problem Gupta..." I held back a shudder of pleasure. "Let the battle begin Razaida, let the battle begin."