Simply Irresistible (Shlok and Astha FF) (chp 10) (pg23) - Page 2

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Simply Irresistible - Chapter 3

Astha tossed and turned all night, but her dreams were constantly haunted by a smirking Shlok handing her rose after rose.

In the early hours of the morning, Astha realized that there was no way she was going to have a decent amount of sleep and resorted to staring at her ceiling and imagining she was at home, watching this on TV instead of actually being in it.

She watched her room mate, Prithi, sleep peacefully. Preithi was probably having dreams about Shlok too, except they were fantasies instead of nightmares. Astha shuddered. It was quite disturbing, really, the way all these girls lusted after him.

Around seven, Astha arose from the bed and took a quick shower. She heard noises from the bedroom near hers and peeked in to see Lavanya agonizing in front of her closet. Astha sighed as she herself pulled on an old salwar. She'd brought fancier clothes, but that was before she knew that the bachelor was Shlok. Shlok didn't deserve nice clothes. He deserved a smock.

While she waited for breakfast, Astha pulled out an interesting novel and read for the next hour or so, while one of the girl name Revathi bathed. Her concentration was broken, however, by a large sound that droned out any thought. It was Revathi's blow dryer.

Astha marched up to Revathi and yelled, "Could you turn it down a notch, please? I'm trying to read!"

Revathi either did not hear her or pretended not to have heard. She continued to blow dry as Astha watched, open-mouthed, until her hair had formed into tiny ringlets.

She switched the dryer off and turned to Astha. "How do I look?" she asked.

For the first time, Astha noticed Revathi's attire. Revathi was wearing a low-cut, baby pink, lacy, skin-tight...thing. It did not even resemble a salwar.

"It's...unusual," Astha told her. "Shlok will be sure to remember it." Astha nearly snickered but used great control to keep her laughter at bay.

Revathi practically glowed from what she thought was a compliment. "Really!" she said happily. "I hope I get a date with him today."

Astha frowned as she remembered the outline of The Bachelor. Of course. Dates! She shuddered at the thought; a date with Shlok was a torture session. Her body shook further as she remembered that one girl out of every group of girls was picked to go on an individual date. Gods, she thought unhappily, please, let my luck be a little better than that.

Breakfast was a quick affair and soon the girls were light-heartedly chatting about Shlok's stunningly good looks. "He's so handsome," one of them swooned. Another chimed in. "He's so sexy," she said. Yet another giggled. "He's my dream man!" All the girls let out a sigh of hope and fantasy.

Astha wanted to scream.

Around mid-afternoon, Lavanya ran into their quarters shrieking like a woman in delivery. "Oh my gosh!" she screamed, and all the girls looked up from whatever they were doing, "A date box! Girls, we've got a date box!"

Everyone abandoned everything at once, except for Astha, who was just at this most interesting part in her book. Lavanya soon put a halt to that.

"Astha, we've got a date box! And I'm not opening it until everyone's paying attention," she said slyly. Astha quickly put down a book before she was swarmed to death by a horde of angry girls.

A date box was really a letter that told which girls were going on the date and who got the individual date, along with many details. Lavender picked up the letter and began to read in earnest. "It's for...ooh, Parvati, Rani, Trisha, Ruby, and Revathi!" she said excitedly.

"Who gets the individual date?" Revathi demanded. Astha snickered, thankful that she wasn't on the list. It would be awfully fun to imagine Revathi on an individual date with Shlok. He'd admire her pink thing (she referred to it as "the latest in salwar!").

"Parvati!" Lavender said happily. Parvati beamed. "All of you guys get to go to a cricket match with Shlok," Lavanya said dreamily. "Afterwards you'll all have snacks and then Parvati will go to dinner with him!"

Everyone ooh-ed for Parvati, who looked like she'd just won the Nobel Prize.

Even Astha congratulated her. After all, she was excited about it, and she took the spot of at least one individual date. Astha hoped that out of the remaining two individual dates, neither would be for her.

Soon afterwards, the girls going on the date departed, leaving ten girls behind. The girl named Rose soon suggested a round of the ever popular waste-of-time game, also known as Truth or Dare.

"But," she squealed happily, "We'll make it truth or truth!"

"What?" someone asked.

"You'll see," Rose said, her eyes sparkling. "I'll go first. I pick Astha."

Astha nearly snorted. Like she had any secrets these girls would really care about. "Fine. I suppose I'll have to pick truth."

"Okay. First rule of this version of the game is, all the questions have to be about our bachelor!"

Astha groaned. Here she was, surrounded by bubbly girls that were all obsessed with Shlok Shlok! How she hated her mother!

"My question to you is...do you really hate Shlok?" Rose asked innocently.

Astha pondered the question. Did she really detest Shlok with every fiber of her being; did she really want to beat him to a pulp and leave him to die; did she really hope that he'd be found guilty of something or the other and be sent to live in prison for the rest of his life? Unfortunately, all the answers turned out to be no. Sure, she hated his guts, his attitude, but not...him. Astha didn't hate people.

"Well," she said, trying to explain her thought process in the most accurate way possible, "I don't really hate him, you see, it's mor""

But she was suddenly cut off by a shriek from another girl. "Oh my gosh, girls!" Roise cried. "Astha doesn't really hate our man! It's a tactic!"

Before she knew it, Astha was being patted on the back by the girls, who were all saying, "Wow, you're so smart, playing hard-to-get right from day one!" and "Wow, you are so shrewd!" and "That's a great tactic!"

Astha's jaw dropped. "What tactic?" she said hotly. "I swear I can't stand him! I just said I don't hate him because I don't hate anybody!"

Of course, none of the girls believed her. Astha wanted to melt into the floor. This was going from bad to worse.

The girls did not lay off their congratulations until the other four returned from the date. "How did it go?" one of the girls demanded.

Revathi smiled broadly. "He commented on my outfit!" she said. "He said it was really bright!"

Astha, once again, expressed great self-control and did not laugh. The other girls, too, shared their special moments. Only Rubie didn't say anything. She just smiled mysteriously until someone questioned her.

"Rubie! What happened between you and Shlok?" asked the girl named Trisha excitedly.

Rubie's smiled broadened. "He kissed me," she said lightly.

All the girls gasped. "Oh my gosh!" yelled Roise. "Really!"

"Yes. We were saying goodbye and he kissed me on the cheek!"

Everyone cheered for Rubie, although Astha noticed a lot of the girls sported frowns. Jealous, Astha thought lightly. Already.

Soon Parvati came home as well. "Guys," she exclaimed. "It was positively lovely! We talked about everything! And he kissed me good night on the cheek," she said happily. Everyone sighed dreamily.

The next day, another date box arrived. This time it was Rose who intercepted it, and she screeched in a manner similar to that of Lavanya. "I'm reading it, girls," she yelled, "So you better listen up!"

All eyes were drawn to her as she read the letter. "Okay, this date is for Aranya, Swanya, Astha, Karina, and Rose!" While the other girls called grinned wildly, Astha's face considerably dropped.

"Who got the individual date?" asked Karina worriedly.

Astha shut her eyes and hoped to god that it wasn't her. "It's Astha!" Rose screamed.

Astha sighed. She half-expected it, almost. Anything that could go wrong was going wrong.

"You will all be going to a spa with Shlok!"

Astha didn't really listen until she heard Rose shout, "We get to see Shlok in his swimming trunks! Yes!"

Only then did she realize what a day she was in for.

Astha walked back to her room in a daze. She felt like she was in a pigpen"from all the squeals that other girls were emitting. "Oh, gosh!" she heard someone shout. "Where is my yellow bikini?"

Astha breathed in a sigh of relief as she entered the quiet of her room. That was until she remembered what torture her day would turn out to be. Self-consciously, Astha donned an elegant and fashionable tight aqua kurti top. Although this was a little too revealing for her, there was no way she was going to show up to some pool orgy in a bikini.

She grabbed a pair of flip-flops and an old white pool robe, put her hair up in a bun, and stepped out to wait for the rest of the girls. After waiting for about five minutes, she sighed, went back in and came out with an interesting read.

It turned out to be a very good idea--it was a good thirty minutes before any other life showed up. It turned out to be the girl called Aranya. She wore a frown on her face as she pranced across the room in her outfit.

"What do you think?" she asked Astha, whose nose was buried deep in the book.

Astha looked up, a little disoriented. Her mouth nearly dropped open when she saw the tiny thing that Aranya wore. Half her chest was hanging out and the bottoms were much too low. Astha gave her a wane smile and muttered, "Lovely."

Honestly, she thought angrily, he's not going to appreciate hanging out with s**ts! Or maybe he would. Shlok struck her as that type of guy.

Not long afterward, the rest of the girls were ready to go. "I am so excited," declared Swanya happily. One of the cameramen came into the room and zoomed up on Swanya 's glowing face. Swanya spoke clearly. "I hope he likes my brand new bikini," Swanya said loudly. "I'm so pumped about this date!"

Astha groaned as the cameraman made his way to her. "How do you feel about getting the individual date?" he asked slyly.

"A little disappointed," Astha said. "I've heard that Shlok is a little...weak with his alcohol," Astha said, smirking. The cameraman wheezed.

"Why are you on this show?" he probed.

Astha shrugged. "Why not?" she answered calmly. There was no way she was going to rant to the entire world about how her mother had practically forced her onto the bloody show.

Finally the girls all got into the limo and soon found themselves in one of the world's top-rated spas (and obviously extremely expensive), L'Acqua.

When they arrived, the host immediately greeted them. Astha sighed. The lady seemed to be everywhere.

"I'm sure you are all very excited about seeing Shlok !" she gushed. All the girls smiled brightly. Astha pretended to be absorbed in the shape of her right toe.

"First we're going to set you all up with fifteen minutes alone with Shlok in one of the steam rooms," the host explained. "Why don't you go first?" she said, pointing to a small girl who nearly jumped with joy.

"First impressions last," she said knowingly as she went into the room that host had pointed to.

All the other girls slid into the warm water of a nearby hot tub. Astha closed her eyes, trying to relax. At last they were free of the cameramen--who were now haunting Shlok and the tiny girl.

Around her, the other girls were talking about what their impressions of Shlok were so far. "Astha loves him," Rose said teasingly.

Astha cracked open an eye and glared at Rose. "I don't think so," she said.

"You liar," another one said. "You're just playing hard-to-get!"

Just then the small girl stepped out of the steam room. "That's a great pore-cleanser," she said lightly, although her voice was slightly higher than what it had been before she'd gone in. "Anyway, you're next, Rose."

And so it went--through all four girls until at last it was Astha's turn. With a look of resignation, Astha marched up to the room and opened it. Hot steam greeted her nostrils and eyes; she couldn't see a thing.

Groping about Astha sat down on one of the benches, expecting to feel the hard wood beneath her. Instead, she felt something soft...bouncy...oh, no, it was rather like...human flesh!

"Kiloskar, giving me a lap dance isn't going to get you into the next round," someone drawled.

Astha screamed and leapt up with a smell yelp. Unfortunately, the floor was slippery and in her haste to get up, she slid across the floor, finally banging into the opposite wall. With a small moan, she rubbed her elbow, which had jabbed into the wall.

From his corner, Shlok snickered. "You're not doing a very good job of impressing me so far," he said lightly.

"I'm not trying to impress you," Astha said in the loudest voice she could muster--which wasn't very loud because of the pain she was in. "Could you at least help me up?" she finally asked.

Astha heard him sigh and move towards her. Grabbing his hand, she lifted herself up and breathlessly stared at him. "I hate you," she said.

"Oh. I rather expected a thank-you," he said with a scowl. He prowled back to his bench and Astha determinedly sat down on the bench that was directly opposite.

"How much time do we have left?" she asked, crossing her arms across her chest, a little worried.

"How should I know? And you don't need to sit like that. It's not like I can see much anyway. Not that there's anything even to see..."

Astha huffed. "I'd come hit you if I was sure that I wouldn't fall again."

"Weakling."

A few minutes of silence passed. "So," Astha finally said, the silence beginning to unnerve her, "What girls are you interested in so far?"

For a moment, it was quiet and Astha was sure he wasn't going to answer. But then he spoke up. "I really don't know," he said thoughtfully. "There are too many."

Astha smiled to herself. "Well, what about the ones here today?"

Another small pause before he said anything. "Well, I can't stand the one who looks like she's isn't wearing at all."

Astha snorted. "You mean Aranya?"

"If that's what the wench's name is," he said.

Astha was pleasantly surprised. Who would have thought Shlok would have enough taste to go for a decent girl?

The rest of the time passed by in silence, but it was rather companionable, Astha thought. Until, of course, she remembered that tonight she'd have to see him again.

After that, the date passed by rather quickly. They all entered the hot tub, and Astha nearly snorted as she watched the girls constantly rearrange themselves so they could be next to Shlok. Astha was the only sedimentary one of the lot. She sat in one of the corners with a powerful jet and let the relaxing feeling wash over her as she heard the sickly-sweet voices of the girls around her and Shlok's deep growl of a laugh. It didn't sound very happy.

Finally the girls bade Astha and Shlok (well, more Shlok) good bye and the two that were left were escorted to the poolside terrace restaurant.

Astha was dismayed to find out that the menu was entirely in French. As the waiter approached the table, Astha grew more and more agitated, but she didn't want to ask Shlok for any help. Maybe I can skip dinner, she thought, but her stomach immediately growled in protest.

"Vous desirez?" Astha stared up at the waiter who had sneaked up on them. He looked down snottily.

"Go ahead," Astha said to Shlok as she racked her brain. She didn't want to look like an idiot--after all, she never looked like an idiot--but she couldn't read the menu and now she couldn't understand the waiter.

To her shock, Shlok looked at the waiter stonily and began to speak rapid French. "Je voudrais du poisson avec citron," he said.

Both the waiter and Shlok turned to Astha expectantly. Feeling herself going red, she decided that she would just have to ask Shlok.

"Um, I can't speak French," she hissed at him.

A slow grin began growing on his face. He turned to the waiter and said, "Et elle voudrait le mme chose." The waiter nodded, took their menus, and left.

"What did you just order me?" Astha demanded furiously.

"The specialty of the house," he said, smirking.

"Which would be..."

"Chicken liver and rabbit pat," he smirked.

Astha paled considerably. "You didn't," she whispered.

His grin was so infuriating!

Suddenly she felt a sick wave of nausea wash over her. "How could you!" she shrieked. Some people turned to look at them.

"Shut up," he said rudely. The silence grew uncomfortable as they waited (or dreaded, in Astha's case) for their food.

Finally he broke the silence. "So, Kiloskar, why are you on the show?"

Astha scowled at him. "I'm supposed to be looking for a serious husband...or 'someone to settle down with' as my mother puts it."

"Ah. So the all-mighty Astha Kiloskar, woman who doesn't listen to anybody...decides to go man shopping when her mother forces her to."

In spite of herself, Astha had to laugh. "Man shopping?" she said, her eyes nearly watering. "That's a good way to put it. So, then...why are you here?"

He shrugged. "Actually," he said after a few moments. "Same reason as you," he whispered, keeping his voice so low that the cameras wouldn't pick it up.

Astha, who had just taken a sip of the water, coughed into the glass. Smirking, she looked at him. "I have blackmail material against you now."

"It's not like I don't have any against you."

Finally, the food arrived, steaming hot, at their table. Astha mentally grimaced and closed her eyes. She could practically feel Shlok's smirk boring into her as the plates were set in front of them.

When she opened her eyes, she stared down in shock at the plate in front of her.

"Shlok!" she yelled. "This is salmon with lemon!"

"Ah," he said lightly. "So it is."

"You bas***d!" she yelled. "You horrible little monkey face! You had me so worried!"

He smirked. "Too bad you can't speak French, Kiloskar. That's one thing that you can't do."

Huffing, Astha dug into the food.

The next day the last five girls departed on their date with Shlok, excited about going to a small village. They returned, smiling happily, and one of them was squawking in delight. "Oh, my, gosh," she yelled happily. "Girls, he held my hand!"

Astha rolled her eyes. The familiar scene was getting rather boring, really. Just then the show's host walked in with a broad smile. "Girls," she said quietly. "It's time for the second rose ceremony."

An immediate silence followed the announcement, and the girls followed the host into the next room.

Shlok stood there near a pile of freshly cut roses. Astha rolled her eyes as he began the usual speech--"This has been the most difficult decision so far. All of you are wonderful women..."

Astha saw him sneak a glance at her and she stuck out her tongue. It was immature, she thought to herself, but he was bull shitting his way through so many women.

Shlok picked up the first rose confidently and spoke. "Lavanya," he said slowly. Lavanya smiled and went up to accept the rose. Similarly, Shlok made his way through many other girls. Finally he was down to the last rose. Aranya was holding her breath, and Astha almost felt sorry for her. She knew Shlok wasn't about to pick the 'girl who were nothing at the spa' girl, as he called her.

Astha's name hadn't been called and to her surprise, her heartbeat had intensified. She wanted to stay here...Shlok had gotten her so badly at that restaurant, and he needed pay back. Big time...

After what seemed the longest pause, Shlok quietly said, "Kilos--er, Astha."

Smirking, Astha went up and accepted the rose, although she did back out of the customary hug. Oh, Shlok, she thought revengefully, you have just made a big mistake. You are really in for something.

To be cont...

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