Simply Irresistible (Shlok and Astha FF) (chp 10) (pg23) - Page 4

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Simply Irresistible - Chapter 4

Shlok Agnigotri slid comfortably into the large bed, his mind on the events of the early evening"namely, the rose ceremony.

He knew perfectly well that he had just subjected himself to much torture from family and friends back home. First off, it was this whole bloody show. He thought angrily of Anjali and how she'd practically forced him to apply. Shlok, honey, what a marvelous idea this is! You're perfect for this! And it had come as no surprise when he had been picked"it was merely a pleasure to date twenty-five women at once. Shlok had been positive that nobody was better than him for the part, and he had been right.

Then again, he hadn't really thought about the consequences of the show.

He was more of a one-night-stand kind of guy. In fact, he'd never had a serious relationship in his whole life. And he was just too damn lazy to work his way through every girl. He'd already decided to keep Kiloskar till almost the end"she was bloody fun to annoy.

He shrugged off his odd feelings about everything and consoled himself...there were ten girls here. Ten girls! That was twenty bo*bs! He could live with this. Easily. He fell asleep dreaming of twenty dancing bo*bs.

Astha lay awake, plotting revenge against Agnigotri. She had to get him back, of course, but the question was...how? Embarrassing him on public television was quite easy, but it just wasn't that appealing. Well, telling the world of had monkey face wouldn't exactly be a drag, but she could surely think of something better.

She smiled wickedly as she felt her eyes closing. Perhaps this trip wasn't all that bad.

The next day, Astha was rudely awakened by a certain Lavanya. "Get up," she commanded. "Host is telling us what'll happen and stuff in ten minutes."

Astha groaned and rolled over. "Can't you just tell me afterwards?" she said, moaning into her pillow.

"No! We won't have time to come up. Anyway, I think she's telling us who's going on the next date and such."

"Damn." Astha rolled out of bed and stomped her way to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, she emerged, wearing plain salwar and her hair up in a drab bun. She liked to think she was balancing it all out from all the gold-diggers around her.

When she reached the living room, it was abuzz with hormonal activity. Girls were shrieking and squealing as usual, but Astha couldn't see any reason for them to be.

"What's going on?" she asked a girl who was standing next to her.

"Oh, Astha! You have to see this! Omigosh!" she said, eyes sparkling. Before Astha could ask who-what-why, the girl thrust something into her hands.

Astha realized that she was holding a stack of photographs. "Whose pictures are these?" she asked warily. No way in hell she was looking at something these girls were so crazy about...what if it was Agnigotri naked or something?

"They're Shlok's baby pictures!" Lavanya exclaimed happily. "The host showed them to us and we've been passing them around."

Astha turned them over to be greeted by, in fact, a very naked three-year-old Agnigotri, smiling and waving happily. In one hand he clutched a tiny cricket bat and in the other a ball. In spite of herself, Astha had to laugh. "He's adorable," she said. "What went wrong?"

Aranya rolled her eyes. "No pretending to hate him, missy," she said matter-of-factly. "We all know it's a tactic so come off it."

Astha ignored the comment as she sifted through Shlok's pictures. He really had been a very, very cute kid. Too bad he had a personality to destroy any good qualities. Immediately.

Just then the host waltzed into the room. "How'd you girls like the pictures?" she asked, smiling widely.

"We love them!" some chorused. Astha shook her head in amazement. They sounded like a bunch of little kids talking to Mickey Mouse or something.

"Well," the host continued. "Here's the plan for today."

Some of the girls were so excited that the pictures soon slid out of their hands and ended up on the floor. "Nothing's better than the real thing," one of them declared.

"There will be three dates again," host explained. "And three different girls will get individual dates. Remember, he can only keep six of you after this round, so try your best!" With a small, deliberate wink, host left the room.

The morning turned out to be a stink for Astha. Today's topic of conversation was "how many he's had!" as one of the girls had shrieked.

"How many what has he had?" Astha asked exasperatedly. "Non-human experiences? One right now, but believe me, it might be two by the time I'm out of here," she finished up stonily.

Parvati rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Astha, enough with that game," she declared, as the rest of them giggled. "We already know that you want him just as badly!"

Another girl cut in. "And anyway, we're talking about how many women he's had!"

Astha stared at her, open-mouthed. If they were all vying for him, why exactly did they want to know how many girls he'd shagged?

"The host told us that she knows the exact number," Rose cut in excitedly. "We're all going to guess and see whoever got the closest guess. It'll be fun, no?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

"That's your idea of a game?" Astha asked incredulously.

Rosie rolled her eyes. "It's a fun way to pass time, Astha," she said lightly. "Hmm...I guess maybe nine."

"Nine!" screamed another girl. "I think more like twenty! Who wouldn't want to shagg him?"

"Twenty's amateurish," cut in Lavanya. "I think he's really mature. I think he's probably only had two or three."

In spite of her reluctance to the game, Astha snorted. "Two or three?" she asked, almost hiccupping with laughter. "Oh, no. Multiply it by four or five and then you've got the number."

For the rest of the game, Rubi did not participate, as she was very busy trying to multiply two and four, then two and five, then three and four, and then three and five.

After what seemed like ages, a date box finally arrived. "Open it!" commanded Lavanya, her voice low with nervousness.

"Astha," one of the girls gushed, "You've never opened a box. You do the honors."

Astha shrugged and moved sluggishly towards the date box. "Okay," she said dully. "It's for...Lvanya, Rose, Rubi, and Pavatri." The four girls looked at each other, slightly disappointed.

"It's the four-person dat. That means we each get less time with Shlok."

"Well, at least you get time with him," Astha said dryly, unsympathetic to the girls' woes. "And Rubi gets the individual date."

Rubi smiled wildly while the other girls looked down, biting their lips in an effort not to cry.

"Where's the date to?" one of the girl asked sullenly.

"Um...all four of you are going to the beach with him...and then Rubi will have dinner with him on a yacht."

"On a yacht!" Rubi screamed excitedly. "Oh, gosh, girls, what am I going to wear?"

Astha noticed that the mood in the group had turned quite drastically. The girls still feigned happiness when someone else got a good date, but jealousy was slowly beginning to show its true colors.

Astha watched with some interest as Rubi came back from her date and the other girls positively radiated jealousy. "Well, how was it?" they asked coolly.

"It was perfect," Rubi gushed, smiling broadly. "And check this out." She held up a glowing ruby necklace, which Astha had to admit was very nice. "He has the best taste in jewelry, don't you think?" Rubi asked nonchalantly. Astha rolled her eyes. Rubie was just asking for trouble.

"Well, when do you think the next date box will arrive?" she interrupted, just in case another fight broke out among the Agnigotri-crazy girls.

"Tomorrow morning," Lavanya declared. "Hope I get the individual date."

Astha heard muttering all over the room, protesting this last statement.

Suddenly Rose spoke up. "Girls, how should we pass the time till tomorrow?" she wondered.

"By sleeping, of course," Astha snapped as she got up to go to bed.

"Oh, sit back down, Astha," chided Parvati playfully. "I know just the thing."

Even Rani, who had been busy painting her toenails ("florescent fuchsia!" she called it happily) looked up, eyes sparkling with excitement when she heard Parvati's plan.

Astha, however, was non-supportive. "No. Bloody. Way."

"Yes! Oh, come on, Astha," pleaded Lavanya. "You are so secretive and since we've been your roommates for like, forever, can you please, please, please tell us?"

"We need to know something about you," cut in another girl.

Astha suddenly realized that she was trapped. There were girls on every side of her, girls demanding to know her personal life thanks to Parvati's smashing idea of "finding out more about Astha's love life". Why they liked to pick on her, Astha didn't know. Was it just too much to ask to be able to read a blasted book in peace? Or maybe sleep, however odd it was for these girls to sleep at eleven-thirty?

She sighed. There was no way out. She could either tell them the truth and have them laugh at every blunder she'd made, or she could lie fantastically and have them spread stories. Either way, the options were far less than appealing.

"Okay," she said in defeat. "What do you want to know?"

"Hmm, I'll start," Rose said with a wicked looking grin. "How many boyfriends have you had?"

Astha felt herself tinge pink. "Um," she said intelligently. "Er...what do you count as a 'boyfriend'?" Maybe they'd let her include Raj. After all, he had been a boy...and a friend.

"Someone who you can share every detail with..." began Lavanya.

"Someone who whispers sweet nothings in your ear..."

"Someone who confides in you..."

"Someone you can kiss at any mo""

Astha had had enough. "None," she growled angrily. "None. None. Laugh all you want. I've got my books. It keeps my feet on the ground so I don't get swept away by stupid romantic fantasies!"

Astha stormed out of the room, slamming the door noisily behind her. She nearly smirked when she saw the flabbergasted girls, their expressions frozen in time, but she could not stand it anymore. How dare they taunt her with all this 'sweet nothings' rot when they knew perfectly well that the only thing she'd ever come close to marrying was her book bag?

It was the whole reason her mother had sent her on this blasted show, and for a second, she'd actually believed that just maybe she'd find Mr. Right. Well, the Mr. Right dreams could just fly out the window, because the only man here was Agnigotri. Enough said.

Astha had a restless night, haunted by nightmares of an old maid, unmarried, who kept staring at all the awards she'd won in her youth...Astha woke up screaming. The woman had been a carbon copy of Astha except for the odd wrinkles all over her body.

"What's wrong?" Rose asked groggily from the bed across.

"Oh, nothing," Astha said, feeling drained. Gods. What if she really did end up like that?

For the rest of the night, Astha tossed and turned. The old woman's cackle kept coming back to her.

The next morning, Astha woke early and quickly dressed, rushing down to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. Coffee had been her first love, having discovered it one night studying late for a exam.

Around midday, another date box arrived.

All the girls immediately dropped what they were doing. The tension in the room was high, and Astha noticed that many of the girls sent each other death glares. "All right...this date's for Lavanya, Astha, and Parvati."

"Where's it to?" asked Lavanya at the same time as Parvati, who asked "Who gets the individual date?"

"Individual date goes to Lavanya, and you are all going to explore at tiny old village that's now in ruins."

Lavanya and Parvati made disgusted faces but Astha could have jumped for joy. "Yes!" she exclaimed happily. "I think I learnt about this village in my history class. Ooh, yes, I've wanted to see this since I was twelve!"

The girls gaped. Astha was in her element. They'd never seen her this excited before. Until three, when Shlok was coming by to pick them up, Astha remained rather jovial, shooting everyone smiles and even wondering how she should do her hair.

Sooner or later, Shlok showed up and Lavanya and Parvati, who'd been rather depressed, quickly brightened up and raced up to him. "Shlok," Lavanya said seductively. Parvati shot her a noxious look. "Baby," she cooed.

Astha wanted to laugh. Shlok looked like he wanted to melt into the ground. "Are you all ready to go?" he asked. Parvati and Lavanya both nodded and tried to exit the door at the same time, which did not bring pleasant results. Due to Parvati's slight weight problem, the two of them were stuck in the doorway until Shlok pulled from one side and Astha pushed from the other.

They traveled in a car towards the village. One person could sit up front with Shlok and two sat in the back. "Well, you can all get about thirty minutes up front with me," Shlok said snottily.

It started up with Lavanya going to sit in the front. Luckily, there was some sort of barrier between the front and the back so neither Astha or Parvati could see any sort of "activities". Astha was pretty sure that things had escalated beyond 'talking' level. Parvati was not pleased at this arrangement. "Oh, god," she sighed. "I want to see what my baby is up to!"

" Parvati," Astha explained patiently. "Shlok is a player. He'll screw Lavanya, but don't worry, he'll screw you too."

Parvati frowned in confusion, but suddenly the light came and she smiled. "Oh," she said slowly. "Okay, cool."

The rest of the thirty minutes passed rather slowly and soon Parvati (who had threatened Astha with bodily harm if she didn't allow her to go up next) exchanged places with Lavanya.

"So, how was it?" Astha asked, trying to make some sort of conversation. Even if it was conversation about Shlok.

"Lovely," Lavanya said dreamily."

Astha could tell that Lavanya had gone off on some fantasy or the other and did not probe any further. Although the girls were not aware, there was a such thing known as "too much information".

The thirty minutes seemed to go by a little too fast for Astha. Before she knew it, an angry looking Parvati was telling Astha that it was her turn, even though Astha didn't exactly deserve a turn with "my baby".

Astha clambered up front to where Shlok sat. He smirked at her as she took her place next to him. Neither said a word. Astha immediately decided that she would not be the one to break the silence.

"So, tell me a little bit about yourself," Shlok started.

Astha glared at him. "Oh, stuff it, monkey face."

Shlok scowled in mock-outrage.

"Ouch. Kiloskar, you can really hurt a man. Is that why you're here? Did mummy darling want her baby Kiloskar to come and get a husband?"

Astha had had enough. She raised her arm to slap him across his stupid pale face but he was too quick for her. Crushing her arm beneath his grip, he smirked.

"Kiloskar, Kiloskar, Kiloskar," he began, his eyes gleaming maliciously.

Astha snorted. "Agnigotri, Agnigotri, Agnigotri. If you don't release me right now I'm crying abuse."

He dropped her arm. "Shut up."

"So, Agnigotri," she began tartly, "have you discovered a girl here which you would love to make Mrs. Agnigotri? Wouldn't it be nice to find a girl who'd sleep with the next log in order to eventually get to marry you?"

Astha was surprised that Shlok did not retaliate. Instead he launched into what could only be called deep thought. "They do like me, don't they," he finally said. Astha could trace a small sliver of humor in his voice.

"That's an understatement."

"So, Kiloskar, what do they say about me?"

Astha was armed with a crude comment of her own liking, but suddenly an image of the old woman she could become flickered in front of her and she bit it back. "Loads of stuff," she finally managed to get out.

"As in...?" he asked, and for once the voice did not hold any contempt. "My charming personality, sumptuously excellent looks, exquisite features, han""

"Narcissistic attitude, humongous ego, ple""

"Whatever, Kiloskar. Just tell me what they said."

Astha let out a huge, phony sigh. "Well, you're right," she finally said. "They simply worship you. They worship the ground you walk on. I bet a couple of them would die to own a lock of your perfect hair."

But Agnigotri wasn't really listening. His eyes were gleaming as if Christmas had come early. "You called my hair perfect!"

Astha scowled as she realized her blunder. "Er," she said. "You heard wrong."

"Nope. My hearing is excellent. You called my hair perfect!"

"It is not perfect," Astha snapped, apprehending that with every word she only inflated his already massive ego even further.

"You might as well give up, Kiloskar. I'm never going to forget that."

"Lovely. I'll be forever happy to know that you'll always remember me."

"I will not. I plan on forgetting you the moment this rot is all over."

"Well you don't sound too happy to be here after all. What's this? Playboy Agnigotri is sick and tired of too many women?"

"Am not!"

"Yes, you are. You want me to help you, don't you. That's why you keep bloody asking me what girl did what and who said what about you and all that. Am I right?"

Shlok stared at her, looking livid. Astha smirked. "Well, it's true, isn't it?" she asked, as if commenting about the weather.

Agnigotri seemed to audibly swallow his anger and looked at her stonily. "Okay, Kiloskar, truce. If you help me occasionally, telling me stuff about the girls and who's done what and all that, then I...will..."

"Will what? Will you soar through the air screaming "I'm a bloody prick who will forever worship Astha"? Will you scre-"

"Don't get overboard, Kiloskar. I'll just be nicer to you and maybe we can continue through this thing civilly."

"Now there's a big word, Shlok. Where'd you learn it?" Astha asked acerbically. But it was too much. The prospect of getting through this thing without committing murder was actually a happy one, and she grinned. "All right then," she said jokingly. "We'll call it a truce. And I'll tell you dirt on the girls, then."

"Excellent."

Astha was surprised to see that she hadn't even thought about wrapping her fingers around his throat during the entire ride. And finally, they were there! Astha nearly fainted from the excitement of seeing the small village.

Out of nowhere, a tour guide popped out, quite literally. "Hello!" he said jovially, looking at the group"two of which looked utterly depressed, one who was maniacally happy and one who looked like he couldn't care less""Welcome. This village was once home to the British army, you know, and the interesting artifacts they left behind..."

Shlok and the girls watched Astha's face instead of listening to the tour guide rattle off about the different battles fought, Astha looked absolutely enraptured, her breathing rapid and shallow with excitement. The three of them rolled their eyes. "Typical," Shlok muttered, although it didn't really bother him that much that Kiloskar was very into history. In fact, it was kind of nice to see such a change versus the other girls who studied the art of makeup, clothing, and accessories.

Lavanya and Parvati fumed. It was so boring, and they weren't getting any time with "my baby!" declared Parvati huffily. "This is such a stupid village," Parvati said, sighing, looking directly at Shlok.

He nodded uncomfortably. Truth be told, she was a tad bit terrifying. Just a tad.

The afternoon passed quickly and soon the four of them were dining in a fine restaurant.

"Oooh!" Lavanya exclaimed as they each breathed in the overdone decorating. "Look at that! Pictures of British royals!"

Astha sighed. "Honestly, Lavanya, didn't you listen to a word? The village was founded by British royals! Of course they'd have pictures of them!"

From across her, Shlok smirked. Parvati immediately zoned in on him. "Baby!" she exclaimed happily.

Astha snorted. Poor Shlok, oops, poor baby.

Soon Astha and Lavanya bade the two goodbye, and Astha had to laugh when she saw the trace of fear on Shlok's face. Oh, was he in for a night.

Predictably, the girls clamored around for details when Lavanya and Astha got home. "How'd it go?" one demanded.

Lavanya smiled. "Oh, it was so great. The village was so interesting. It was so perfect."

Astha looked at her with surprise and nearly had a fit. They tried to make each other jealous! Lavanya didn't have the greatest time; in fact, she'd found it all rather boring and probably thought the best part was the trip up with Shlok. After a while, Parvati came home as well, and although Astha hated to admit it, she really did want to know what torture Parvati had put Shlok through.

"Girls, it was absolutely fantastic!" Parvati said contentedly.

"Give me, like, every single dirty detail!" Rose yelled loudly. And so Parvati's saga began.

Of course, she'd embellished on half the things ( "he couldn't stop looking at me the entire night!") but Astha knew some of the story was actually fact, such as "he totally listened to whatever I had to say and he was so, incredibly nice!"

Yes. Agnigotri was absolutely petrified of Parvati. It was really stinking hilarious, actually.

Time really had passed rather quickly and before Astha knew it, it was time for the rose ceremony.

The host waltzed in and shot the girls a competitive smile. "Well," she began happily. "Only six of you get to stay now. Four of you will be eliminated. Are you ready?"

"I am so pumped," confirmed Rubi.

The girls traipsed after the host into the pretty elimination room, Astha bringing up the rear.

Shlok stood there with a small smirk on his face which he quickly wiped away as the girls entered. They took their positions and he began his customary speech. "This has been the most difficult decision so far. Each and every one of you mean something special to me..."

And yada yada yada. Astha tuned him out, knowing full well that he knew exactly who he was going to pick. She wasn't nervous; she knew he'd pick her"after all, she now had the job of Advice Columnist, didn't she?

He picked up the first rose tenderly and Astha fought back the urge to yell "Get on with it already!". The first name he called was "Parvati, will you accept this rose?"

Parvati nearly leapt with joy. "Oh, baby!" she cried happily and ensnared him in a hug. Astha couldn't tell if she was dreaming or not but Shlok looked like he was choking.

And so they went through the other four names"Rubi, Lavany, Rose and Aranya"before getting to the last one. Five girls were left, including Astha.

Despite her confidence, Astha was getting a tad bit jittery. What if he didn't pick her? That wouldn't be bad, she reasoned to herself. After all, she'd get away from here and resume her normal, boring life. But boring was the key word. Being with all these girls was actually...kind of...entertaining.

"Astha." Astha smiled and went to accept the rose, though of course she didn't give him the customary hug. The two of them looked directly into each other's eyes and Astha could feel the spark of a challenge.

So she was staying here to help him make his decision, but that didn't mean that she could still have some fun while she was at it. After all, she still hadn't gotten him back for the incident at L'Acqua.

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