Chapter 3
Again, I hardly ever wear any make up, even to parties so I just
added a little silver eye shadow and some
mascara, switching my clear lip gloss, for
pink. I pulled on my midnight blue lacy bra
and thong and looked through my closet.
Parties at our house were always incredibly
hot. Cabir and Manik practically invited the
whole school and everyone crammed in,
making everyone sweaty and hot so I didn't
want to go for too many layers. I pulled out a
pair of black fairly short shorts and a tank
top, then slipped on my silver long necklaces
and my silver strappy sandals with a little
heel. I looked myself over in the mirror. I had
a nice figure, toned, not too skinny and curvy
in all the right places. I took after my mom
and had long legs and curvy hips, a small
waist and slightly bigger than average
breasts. I wasn't the most attractive girl
around, but I was happy with myself and that
was all that mattered to me.
Cabir wouldn't like this outfit though. It
probably showed way too much skin for his
liking, even though I was completely covered and compared to the skanks he and Manik
were used to hanging around with, I looked
like a nun. I briefly considered changing before deciding against it, no it was hot and I
wasn't going to get all sweaty and wear
jeans just because he doesn't like guys to
look his little sister.
I waited until the party was in full
swing, that way Cabir wouldn't tell me to go
change like some little kid, in front of everyone. After about forty minutes, I made my
way down the hall. There were people everywhere, some people were staggering around
already. They must have only been drinking
for an hour - it was pathetic. Cabir spotted me
and gave me the death glare that ran in the
family, and pointed for me to go back to my
room, mouthing the word change' to me. I
shook my head and smiled sweetly, mingling in with the party people, quickly heading to
the other end of the lounge so he wouldn't
know where I was.
"Hey, dhruv" I chirped, as I spotted
one of my best friends.
"Hey, girl. Wow, you are looking hot
tonight," he said looking me over, but not in
the usual perverted way guys had. Dhruv and
I had been friends for a long time; he had
been dating the same girl for the last two
years and was completely besotted with her,
which was really sweet.
"Thanks. You look good too," I replied,
smiling and looking round for my other
friends. "Where's navya and mukti?" I asked
with a frown. They never missed these
parties, for them it was just an excuse to
drool over all the hot guys at school, mostly
Cabir and Manik.
"They're trying for your brother," he
stated, pointing to the kitchen, and laughing. looked where he was pointing, to
see both giggling uncontrollably at something that Cabir had said. Navya
had her hand on his arm, and mukti was
pressed against his side. Cabir looked completely uninterested but he was enjoying the
attention, the same as always. He was used
to the two of them hanging on his every
word, whenever they came to my house they
would flirt with him shamelessly, and he
would walk around topless, chuckling at their
lustful expressions.
I rolled my eyes and turned my atten-
tion back to dhruv. "No alya tonight?" I
asked, scanning the room for her.
Just then someone grabbed me from
behind. I let out a little squeal before they
spoke and I realised it was Manik. "You look
incredible, but I definitely preferred the tow-
el," he whispered seductively in my ear. His
hot breath tickled down my neck, making me
shiver. I could smell the beer on his breath but he never got drunk, cabir did, but Manikalways seemed to remain the one in control
in case things got out of hand.
"Get bent," I growled, turning to walk
away to the kitchen. I still hadn't even had a
drink.
"Hey, Angel, wait for me!" he called,
grabbing my hand as I continued to weave
through the crowd of people making out and
grinding against each other.
When I got to the kitchen I was
greeted by the sight of a girl laying across
my kitchen counter, and two boys doing
shots off of her body. I recognised the girl
easily by her red hair and lack of clothing.
SOHA
She let out an excited screech as we
walked in. "Manik! Come on, baby, do a body
shot," she purred seductively.
Manik gripped my hand tighter and
gave me his puppy dog face, asking for help.
I just laughed and pushed him towards her. "Go on, Manik, give the girl what she wants,
you know you want to do a body shot," I
teased, laughing hysterically at his horrified
expression, which quickly turned to a smirk.
He gripped my hips and lifted me onto
the counter, stepping between my legs so
that our faces were inches apart. "Actually, I
do. Lay down for me then, Angel." He gave
me a wicked grin but I knew he was only
messing around.
"Manik Malhotra, get your filthy man-
wh**e hands off of me, now!" I whisper
yelled at him, which made him chuckle
again. He just shook his head, looking
amused, and stepped back; pulling me easily from the counter and setting me back
down onto my feet.
I grabbed a cup and poured myself
three quarters of a cup of Vodka and added
a splash of orange juice, downing a shot of
vodka whist I was still pouring.
"Angel, take it easy there, alright?" He
frowned at my drink shaking his head
worriedly.
"No way. I'm getting wasted tonight,
and there is no way I'm tidying up tomorrow."
I patted his chest as I walked back to my
friends.
After a couple of hours I was pretty
drunk. I didn't really feel very steady on my
feet, but I carried on dancing with my friends
anyway. Manik was chatting to some of his
team mates not too far away, and kept glancing at me.
"Seriously, Manik is checking you out!"
Navya squealed in my ear for the fifth time.
"He is not! Don't be so stupid, Kate,
he's probably just making sure I don't throw
up, he's tidying up tomorrow." I finished my
drink and dropped my cup on the carpet. Ha,
let them clean that in the morning because
I'm not! I started laughing hysterically, which made navya giggle too. "I'm going to get another drink," I shouted over the music.
The song changed to She's like a
star', by Taio Cruz' which is Manik's favourite
song. I felt someone grab my hand and
looked back to see Manik giving me a smile,
one of the real ones, and I couldn't help but
smile back. "Dance with me, Angel," he said,
wrapping his arms around my waist.
I was so drunk at this point that I
didn't even care that I was dancing with
Manik; I wrapped my arms around him and
tucked my face into his neck. He smelled
amazing and I wondered what he would
taste like if I licked him. Wait, did I just think
about licking Manik like he was a Popsicle or
something? I burst out laughing at my own
idiocy.
Manik pulled back and gave me a
what the heck' face, which just made it funnier. He rolled his eyes and shook his head,
looking amused, as he pressed his body
back to mine. The song wasn't really a slow song so we were swaying quite fast and half
grinding against each other. I loved dancing,
and he was really good at it, our bodies
seemed to fit together perfectly.
I could feel him getting aroused but
this didn't bother me. Manik has been pressing his erections on me since I was twelve
and he was fourteen. He wakes up with one
every day, and most of the time falls asleep
with one too. I just ignore it. It was weird the
first time it happened and really freaked me
out. He had gone home that morning, so embarrassed that he'd almost cried, he'd
spoken to his dad about it and then came
back the next night and explained that it was
normal for boys to have it happen because
he was growing and it was all to do with hormones. I didn't know whether it was true or
not, but I didn't have any reason to doubt
him. It was embarrassing for us both for a
month or so, then it was a joke for a while,
now we just ignore it completely. He pulled back to look at me and gave me one of his
nice smiles and my mouth pulled up into a
smile in return. He actually looked really cute
when he smiled like that, funny how I'd only
just noticed and I'd known him forever.
Cabir came out of nowhere. "Dude,
what the f**k? That's my little sister!" he
shouted at Manik, grabbing his shoulder and
jerking him away from me.
"Cabir man, seriously I was just dancing with her, that's her song!" Manik cried,
looking really annoyed.
"Manik, you need to stay away from my
sister, she's sixteen for f**k sake. You know
what she's been through. She doesn't need
guys like you chasing her around!" Cabir
shouted back, stepping forwards and getting
in Manik's face. I could tell he was drunk by
the slight touch of red to his ears, they were
always the giveaway.
"I would never hurt her!" Manik growled, their chests almost touching. "I don't give a shit! I said stay away!"
Cabir shouted.
I just shrugged and left them to it, I
don't need to witness their fight, they'll be
making up in a couple of minutes anyway,
they always do. As I rounded the corner to
the kitchen, I walked smack into a guy I
didn't know. He was maybe a little older than
me, probably Cabir's age, he was really cute.
He had black hair that was quite shaggy; it
flicked across his forehead, and almost
covered one of his brown eyes. He smiled
and grabbed my waist steadying me as I
swayed. I immediately flinched because he
was touching me, but not too bad because
the drink had numbed some of my brain.
"Well hello," he purred with his sexy voice.
"Hi." I smiled; he hadn't taken his
hands from my waist so I took a step back to
get some personal space. "I'm aryaman" He grinned; I noticed that
when he smiled he had really cute little
dimples.
"Nandini," I replied, not looking away
from his face, he really was handsome. I
didn't recognise him from school. "You go to
Penn State?" I asked, curious as to why I
didn't know him if he was at the party.
He shook his head and smiled. "No.
I'm actually just here to pick up my little sister, but I can't find her."
"Oh yeah? Who's your sister?" I
asked frowning; someone has got one hot
ass brother I can tell you!
"Soha Khurana" he stated. I
couldn't help my body's natural reaction; I
turned my nose up a little, which made him
laugh. "Not a big fan, huh?" he asked, still
chuckling.
"Oh... er... sorry," I mumbled, look-
ing at him apologetically and blushing like crazy. I can't believe I just made that face at
his sister! What an idiot!
"Don't worry about it; I know she can
be a pain in the ass."
"So, do you want me to help you find
her?" I offered, looking round the kitchen for
her. Nope, not in here. I giggled as I remembered that he'd just walked out of that
room, so of course she wasn't there!
"Nah, she'll turn up. How about we get
a drink instead?" he suggested, nodding towards the drinks counter.
"Yeah OK, sure." I smiled as he
grabbed two cups and a bottle of Jack
Daniels.
We did a couple of shots of it and I
was really trashed now. I leant against him
heavily as we chatted and laughed about
random stuff that didn't even really seem to
make sense to me. Suddenly, he pushed me
against the kitchen counter and pressed his
body against mine. The familiar panic was starting to rise as my heart increased, he
was inching his head forward towards mine. I
felt my mouth go dry. Holy crap, he was going to kiss me! Did I want that? What if he
puts his hands on me or something? My
mind was spinning through the thoughts so
fast that I couldn't even keep up with them
all.
I gasped and pulled my head back,
banging it on the cupboard behind me, hard
enough to make my eyes water. He shook
his head, looking at me a little bewildered
and then crashed his lips to mine. I
whimpered and pushed on his chest, trying
to get him off, his hands went to the back of
my neck holding me still and I felt him lick
along my bottom lip. I clamped my mouth
shut and pushed him as hard as I could, but
he didn't budge. I started to freak out; I could
literally feel the panic attack taking over as
my heartbeat crashed in my ears. The next thing I know, he was gone. I
looked up, puzzled, to see Manik pinning him
against the wall, his arm across the guys
throat. He looked so angry that I actually
started to feel sorry for the guy, who was
now starting to turn a little red from not being
able to breathe.
"You don't f**king touch her! What,
you think you can just waltz in here and kiss
her even though she plainly didn't want it?"
Manik growled angrily.
I started to feel sick, literally, stared to
feel sick. I jumped off the counter and
staggered for my en-suite, where I threw up
what felt like several liters of vodka. I
groaned and flushed and moved back to sit
down when I leant against someone's legs. I
didn't freak out though, I could smell his af-
tershave, I knew it was Manik.
"You alright?" he asked, his voice
sympathetic. But I couldn't answer; I just
leant over the toilet and threw up another bottle of vodka. Wow, that's a waste of
money! Manik, bless him, was rubbing my
back in small circles and holding my hair up
for me. After a few minutes I felt a lot better.
"You want to go to bed?" he asked, looking
at me concerned.
I nodded. "Yeah, I just want to brush
my teeth." I struggled to get up off of the
bathroom floor, but I was so uncoordinated
that it didn't work out too well. Manik smiled
and bent down, slipping his arms under me
and picking me up easily as if I weighed
nothing at all. He sat me on the unit next to
the sink, grabbed my toothbrush and put on
the toothpaste for me. I smiled weakly and
brushed my teeth, making sure all of the alcohol taste was gone.
"Bed?" he asked, when I was done. I
nodded and he picked me up bridal style and
carried me back to my bedroom. He had
pulled back the covers and was just about to put me in when I remembered I was still in
my party clothes.
"Wait! I don't want to go to bed like
this," I mumbled, looking down at my shorts
and tank top, I still had my jewellery and
shoes on too.
He nodded and set me down on my
feet, but I could barely stand and I felt myself
sway as my legs threatened to give out on
me. Manik wrapped one arm around my
waist, holding me up, and pulled my necklaces off. I got hold of the bottom of my top
and pulled it over my head, getting tangled in
the process and starting to laugh. I heard
him sigh as he pushed me to make me sit on
the bed and pulled my top off for me. When I
looked up at him I saw he had an amused
expression on his face. I laid back on the
bed and unbuttoned my shorts, raising my
hips as I pulled them down over my ass; he
grabbed them and pulled them down slowly
so I was laying there in my bra and thong. He held my legs up in the air as he took my
sandals off one at a time.
"Nice," he purred, looking me over
with his trademark smirk, but I didn't care, I
just laid there, giggling, until my stomach
lurched again.
"Oh no!" I gasped, trying to sit up,
clamping a hand over my mouth. Quick as
lightening, he picked me up again and carried me back to the bathroom, holding my
hair again and rubbing my back while I emptied my stomach.
After I had brushed my teeth again,
he slipped off his t-shirt and pulled it over my
head. "There's another one to add to your t-shirt collection," he said with an easy smile,
as he picked me up and carried me into my
bed. He walked off towards the door. I
thought he was going to leave and go back
to the party, but he didn't, he just locked the
door and slipped off his jeans, climbing into
the bed next to me. I could still hear the party going on outside. Manik wrapped his
arms around me and pulled me into his
chest. I couldn't stop thinking about the guy
kissing me in the kitchen. Before I knew what
had happened, I'd started to cry.
"What's wrong, Angel?" he asked,
looking at me concerned.
"That asshole stole my first kiss!" I
wailed. Manik burst out laughing and I felt
even worse because of it. I can't believe he's
laughing at me! "It's not funny, Manik! A girl's
first kiss is important to her. Just because
you're some kind of super s**t who doesn't
care, and probably doesn't remember his
first kiss, doesn't mean that the little things
aren't important!" I said angrily, slapping on
his chest.
"Angel, calm down. He didn't steal
your first kiss," he said sternly, looking right
into my eyes making me feel weightless with
his stupid bottomless, blue, man-wh**e
eyes. "What are you talking about? He did!
He just kissed me and stole it," I croaked, a
tear falling from my eye. He wiped it away
with his thumb and shook his head.
"Yeah, he did just kiss you, but that
wasn't your first kiss. I had that a long time
ago," he explained, with a half-smile that
made his face look beautiful. What the hell
was he talking about? I'd never kissed him. I
frowned, thinking back, trying to remember.
"Remember when I hurt myself when I fell
out of that tree in my front garden? I was
thirteen and my freaking leg hurt so badly,
and you asked what you could do to make
the pain go away." He closed his eyes and
shook his head at the memory, with a small
smile playing at the corners of his lips.
I gasped. Oh my gosh, that's right!
He'd asked me to kiss him and I did, well,
twice actually. He said that it was still hurting
and asked me to kiss him again. Right after
that, Cabir came out of the house and caught us; he punched Manik in the face for it. Oh
crap, Manik had my first kiss! I wasn't sure
how to feel about that, it was actually nice at
the time. He was being really sweet that day;
he was climbing the tree to get my ball that
got stuck up there. I guess, that was a good
thing, at least if Manik had my first kiss then it
wasn't stolen by some asshole when I was
drunk at a party.
I smiled at him and he smiled back.
"That was my first kiss too, and I do remember it," he said softly, winking at me
teasingly.
"Well you've had plenty more since
then, and then some," I stated, meaning all
of the girls that he had slept with.
"Yeah, but that was still the first and
the best," he whispered, kissing the top of
my head and pulling his arms tighter around
me, tucking my head in the crook of his
neck. We just laid there in silence; I didn't
know what to say, so I just kept quiet. After a little while I was still awake because of the noise coming from the party, it
was only one o'clock so it would probably go
on for at least another hour. I rolled over to
see Manik watching me.
"You can't sleep
though that either, huh?" he asked, smiling.
I shook my head. "Why don't you go
back out and make the most of it. There's no
point in us both laying here awake." I pulled
away from him so he could get out of the
bed.
He shook his head and pulled me
back to his chest.
"I'm fine where I am."
After about half an hour, I raised my
head and looked at him, he was asleep and
looked really peaceful and sweet, and not to
mention hot. I'd never really looked at him
that way. I knew he was gorgeous and had
an awesome body, but it just never occurred
to me to look at him in that way. My eyes
moved to his chest. He really was incredible
and had a perfect six pack. I reached out one finger and traced the lines of his
muscles on his stomach, just wondering
what they would feel like.
He shivered. "I'm feeling a little viol-
ated," he stated, making me jump and pull
my hand away quickly.
I giggled because I'd gotten caught.
"Welcome to my world, you make me feel
like that all the time." I shrugged.
"I suppose I do, sorry," he said casually. Immediately I wondered why he wasn't
like this all the time, if he was then I would
probably be in love with him like every other
girl was. "Hey, seeing as we can't get to
sleep... how about we play a game?" he
suggested, sounding excited about it - which
was probably a bad sign.
Cricket
Udne Ki Aasha
Veer Hanuman
Anupamaa
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
