Chapter 5
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The f**k!
Kriya nearly spilled her drink. Reyaansh Singhania was sitting next to her at the bar. Her first thought was to grab him and somehow drag him with her. The second was to kill Swayam.
"Rey...!!"
The shriek of a lady was audible even in the noise and the madness. Kriya turned. A skimpily clad gorgeous lady in her thirties spread her arms in signature SRK fashion, and approached Reyaansh. It was the host, Mr. Gippy Daaruwala's wife, Mrs. Daaruwala. She came and hugged Rey who hugged her back, affectionately. The space between the bar and the pool was soon full of women flocking in. Kriya found herself struggling to get a glimpse of Reyaansh who barely sat a metre away.
Bouncers in black appeared out of thin air, and started asking the people to make space, as they were not allowed to go very close to the actor. Kriya tried to push through the crowd and reach him. Soon the bouncers were pushing people aside as bollywood star and ace dancer Reyaansh Singhania was walking away from the bar. Photographers from every direction incessantly flashed their DSLRs as the bouncers pushed them. Reyaansh stopped and spoke a few words with a photojournalist, who he seemed to know, before walking away. He held a bong in one hand and Mrs. Daaruwala's slender waist with the other.
Kriya tried to follow him, but one of the bouncers blocked her path.
"Miss you're not allowed to go inside."
"No no no... I'm a journalist. I need to speak to him, just for 2 minutes," Kriya pleaded
.
The man didn't seem to understand and asked Kriya to move aside again.
"Look I'm a journalist. JOURNALIST... I write in the newspaper..."
He now scrutinized her from head to toe with his eyes and smirked.
"Wait! You don't believe me, I'll show you my press card," Kriya searched frantically in her clutch, but unfortunately for her, she had left it at home.
She looked up at him with a sad expression. "Okay... looks like I didn't bring it... but I'm no stalker, believe me...I..."
"Miss please move aside," he interrupted her with a grave face now.
"Look I forgot to bring my press card, okay...Jeez! You can ask that fellow, the one over there, I work for the Daily Herald." Kriya pointed at one of the photographers who worked with her earlier.
"Yeah, and I work for the CIA. Sweetie can you please move aside, or I'll have to throw you out!"
Kriya was mad, more at herself for not carrying her press card. What was she thinking? It's a party in Bombay, and she is a tabloid journalist. For other people it may be a reason to get wasted, for her it's the place where all the scoops originate. And now she had to listen to this condescending lowlife! She looked up at the 6 feet something well-built man, and charged.
"You just don't know how to talk to women do you?"
He made a straight face.
"And what's with those glares? Journalists don't wear kurta chappal anymore okay!"
Again no change occurred in his physiognomy. But Kriya assumed that he was amused.
"And don't call me sweetie, EVER AGAIN!" she shouted pointing her index finger at him.
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Kriya sat at the bar nursing her second peg of single malt, when Swayam appeared.
"Why did you text me so many cuss words?" he asked.
"Reyaansh Singhania was here," said Kriya without looking up.
"Wha... he can't be..." Swayam's jaw dropped. "Did you speak to him?"
"Nope. Chhabilal won't let me," said a miserable Kriya.
"Chhabi who? Where is Reyaansh?"
"Left with the seventh of the night."
Swayam was bewildered.
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"Kissi tarah apni izzat bachake bhaga main. Thank god her boyfriend showed up at the right time, nahi to aaj mera rape ho jata," spoke Swayam.
"Ek kaam kar, usse apna boyfriend bana le, okay! Kyunki har party mein teri izzat khatre mein hoti hai." replied Kriya.
Kriya and Swayam were sitting in their kitchen now. Neither had the disposition to change or sleep, so they decided to raid their refrigerator instead. Swayam sat with a beer while Kriya rapidly jabbed a tub of frozen ice cream with a spoon, in a fashion similar to Sharon Stone's character in Basic Instinct, when she killed her victims with an ice pick.
"Abey Reyaansh Singhania agar Sharon ko surprise dene ke chakkar mein ek hafta pehle aa gaya toh main karun? Iss mein meri kya galati hai? According to my information, he is supposed to be in Europe now." Swayam made a guilty face.
"According to your information he is also supposed to be skiing in the Alps now? But he isn't. He is inviting women to his penthouse suite in Bombay!" snapped Kriya.
"You know that was a good opportunity for you, considering you predicament," chuckled Swayam.
"Yeah I would have given it a serious thought myself, had I known it was him. But I decided to rely on my best friend, who's not only completely useless, but also a congenital schmuck."
"Listen, I flirted with Sharon's secretary for half an hour to collect the info okay! And she's not even my type."
Kriya glared at Swayam. "You don't have a type. You first girlfriend was a compulsive shoplifter!" She spoke as she dug into the tub with a spoon.
"Fine don't bother about the coffee... but please do my laundry, please," begged Swayam.
"Malini is so going to fire me! All the photographers were there- Times, HT, everyone. Now she'll think I lied to her to cover my ass." Kriya shook her head frantically.
"Lady can you stop being hyper! We'll figure something out..." said Swayam.
"Yeah. You have to help me find a new job."
"What are you doing? Are you going to finish that entire tub of ice cream?" asked an astonished Swayam.
"Yes. This must be like, a 1000 calories... this is penance. I deserve it," said Kriya.
When Kriya was in high school she had a boyfriend who once called her a 'fat ass' during an argument. Swayam always found it funny because Kriya had always been very fit. Kriya obviously broke up with the guy in the most pathetic way possible, leaving him wallowing in pain. But she never got over that one remark. Ever since then, she has been a fitness freak, obsessing over her weight, especially her rear. She wouldn't eat her own birthday cake if she could help it.
Swayam hated that about her. But now he was more anxious to see her abnormal behaviour.
"Jesus, stop it! Okay since I'm the reason you're in trouble, I'll make an exception and compromise on my professional ethics, just this one time," Swayam declared.
"I'm listening," Kriya said with her mouth full of ice cream.
"I'll give you dirt on Sharon."
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PMs sent finally. Sorry for the delay. Caught up with a lot of work.
Edited by -bLEu98- - 11 years ago
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