Chapter 4
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Kriya wore a black corset along with a red skirt laced towards the edge. She then placed a red rose in her curled hair and painted her lips in bright red. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she sighed: "Don't kill them tonight!" She loved to look good when she wasn't working. While she liked the gaze of admirers, what she loved the most was admiring herself, her beauty, her body.
Swayam was taking her to a party thrown by some industry hotshot. After a long time she was attending a party where she was the guest and not working, interviewing people for page 3.
Free and unlimited alcohol was one the perks that both Kriya and Swayam enjoyed.
Swayam paired his black blazer with a red tie when Kriya walked out of her room in a pair of red stilettos.
"And somebody is dressed like a 19th century hooker!" remarked Swayam stealing one look at her.
"And you Sir be my pimp tonight," replied Kriya.
"Okay you sure you don't wanna go easy on the cleavage?" said Swayam, fixing his hair.
"Swayam. Shut up! And stop moral policing me."
"Ah whatever! Just remember one thing. Tonight, I'm the one who gets drunk, and you're the one who calls the cab. Got the picture?"
"Aye aye Captain. Shall we proceed now, if you're done emptying that bottle of gel in your hair?"
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The taxi driver continued to letch at Kriya throughout the ride in spite of her asking him to look at the road and drive. Swayam was whatsapping. Kriya was pissed off and sat with a frown. They reached the venue at around 10 after being stranded in the traffic for about 40 minutes.
The usher gave the guests one rose each at the entrance. The venue was the upmarket poolside lounge of a seven star hotel. The cream white couches next to the pool were already occupied by celebrities, entrepreneurs, socialites whose existence depended upon these parties, skinny beauties who waited for that one contact leading to that one break and steroid muscles, flaunting their tattoos. The place was full of smoke rising from the vibrant hookahs.
"f**k sobriety!" yelled Swayam as they walked past the couches towards the bar.
It was a masquerade party. Most of the people wore colourful masks, but many didn't who probably thought it was a stupid custom. Swayam was among the latter. The bartenders also wore masks as they relentlessly poured cocktails onto impatient glasses.
Swayam drank three tequila shots while Kriya fixed herself on red wine for the night. Strong and classy.
"I know you don't think much of these parties, but right now this is the only part of my job that I'm loving," said Swayam.
"Well, everyone needs a sorry excuse to binge drink and gyrate against the opposite sex... and here comes your reason," Kriya pointed at a slender female who came running towards Swayam.
"Crap! Astha!" exclaimed Swayam- his expression changed from cheerful to that of horror.
Astha was an actress who had worked with Swayam during his brief stint in television and had taken a liking to him. However, it was not clear if her borderline stalker behavior was motivated by romantic feelings or was it strictly vocational.
"Told you man... should've worn the mask!" Kriya nodded as she sipped her drink.
"Swayaaam!!" Astha squealed and tightly hugged Swayam.
"Where have you been? You never returned my calls Swammy..." she complained.
Swayam struggled to set himself free from her arms. She was going to say something more when she noticed Kriya.
"I see you're not alone," frowned Astha taking her hands off him.
"Yeah!" grinned Swayam, relieved. "That's Kriya, my date."
"And also his sister," quickly added Kriya, much to Swayam's chagrin. The lady was overjoyed and asked Swayam for a dance while dragging him on. Swayam, having no other option, complied as he muttered a few profanities at Kriya.
"Break a leg." she winked at Swayam as Astha dragged him away to the dance floor.
3
I know you want me/ I made it obvious that I want you too. So put on me/ Let's remove the space between me and you.
The crowd went crazy as the DJ played the dirty' version of the popular Enrique number.
Kriya didn't count the number of drinks she had had, but some five men including the host, had flirted with her since Swayam left. She wasn't exactly high, but slightly tipsy for sure. She was enjoying it as she puffed on her cigarette from the fancy cigarette holder that was available at the bar. Her skirt was riding high exposing her thighs covered in sheer pantyhose but she didn't care as long as she had the mask on.
"Are you sure you want to spend the rest of the night on that stool?" A masked man in black asked her.
"Yeah that's the plan," said Kriya without turning.
"Come on... I'm sure I can offer you other exciting options," the man replied.
Kriya laughed loudly.
"Really? like what?"
"Like accompanying me to my penthouse suite."
"f**k you!" said an irritated Kriya. The last thing she wanted was a random creep to ruin her high.
"Yeah. That part would follow, soon after," replied the man in a businesslike manner.
Is this guy for real!! Kriya turned to him and asked, "Is that your line? Do you actually believe you're gonna get laid like this?"
"Umm... yeah I do. Already did. 6 times this evening. And you could be the seventh," he said measuring her with his eyes.
Kriya was rendered speechless. Suppressing a tremendous urge to punch him in the face, she managed to say, "You're mistaken. I don't wanna be on that list. Thank you."
"Well, your loss." He shrugged.
He didn't seem angry or even slightly perturbed.
"Ali, I'll have my usual," he ordered the bar tender and seated himself on a bar stool. The bar tender seemed to recognize him and quickly got him his drink with a smile.
He took off his mask and gulped his drink.
"Reyaaansh!!!" screamed the ladies.
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