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making it short coz i have only like half an hour or so to write this.đ kind of a personal challenge..hope you'll like it. đł
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Humka Peeni Hai Peeni Hai
'Oh god...nooo..' Virat moaned, rubbing his head fervently. Had it been a dream, or was it real? He just remembered getting really upset over Maya for the umpteenth time in a century and then sneaking into Dadaji's wine cabinet...
That's it, he thought miserably. I got drunk and any moment someone's gonna pop their head in, see my state, and end my life once and for all.
Or maybe, maybe someone had actually spotted him languishing with a bottle of premium rum in his hand and busted him. Perhaps Saakshat Hitler himself when he had come for his customary nightcap.
He turned around, hugging his blanket close to himself and feeling like a child who had played truant from school. And then stopped, all his childishness evaporating at once. Maanvi was comfortably snoring next to him, her mouth slightly open, her hair spread out over his pillows. A satin bedsheet was pulled up to her shoulders, exposing her bare shoulders and making him uncomfortably aware of his own nakedness.
What the hell...of all the people in the world...
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Maanvi smiled as she slept, imagining that she was in her di's sasuraal and her di's in-laws were a bunch of smiling, genuinely-warm hearted people...no Chep, no Bua and no Dadaji. Then suddenly she frowned. She was in an unfamiliar place now. It was a part of the Vadhera house-she recognized the surroundings of the mansion all too well by now. She was skipping merrily to her bedroom...and then her eyes fell upon the Chep in a small side room, casually swinging open some kind of cabinet and taking out two fragile bottles of...alchohol.
'Oh. My. God.' she thought, immediately wondering whether she should raise an alarm. Then she decided against it. After all, it was a dream, which meant even if the Chep got into trouble, it wouldn't actually be of any use. Maanvi decided to stick around a bit longer in her fantasy before waking up. After all, she had never got a chance to see the Chep in this kind of avatar.
Virat slumped on a chair, swigging off gulps of a dark, golden brown liquid like his life depended on it. Maanvi felt herself tugged towards him of her own volition, opening her mouth to say, 'Virat, what the hell?'
Virat looked at her drunkenly. Even in the dream he looks so arrogant, she thought to herself with a scowl. He smiled, waving the bottle at her. 'You want?'
'No,' she said firmly, 'and really, what are you up to? If Mogambo Bua sees you, you're gone.'
He chuckled, and then let out two hiccups. 'It's okay,' he said confidently, his voice unnaturally steady. 'I don't care about Bua. I just want to..just want to get rid of...urgh,' he said, closing his eyes, 'this thing is getting too strong now. I think you should have a sip before I finish it all.'
Maanvi rolled her eyes. 'Virat, dekho, what you're doing is wrong okay?'
'Just one sip,' he pleaded, concentrating his dark brown eyes on her intently, eyes that uncomfortably reminded her of the color of the liquid in the glass. They were sort of intoxicating, she realized.
Have one, she decided, then call Viren Jiju to take him to his room, and then wake up.
She hesitantly took the glass from him, her hands shaking as she accepted the drink. She closed her eyes, prayed for forgiveness from Ganga Maiyya, and quickly gulped it down, not bothering to pause and absorb the taste. Her throat slightly burned and she retched as the rum went down to her stomach. 'Okay,' she spluttered, 'I had one. Now you wait and I'll call Jiju.'
'You didn't have it properly,' he whined, 'have it properly.'
'Virat,' she said, feeling like a schoolteacher, 'this is a dream, okay? So it doesn't matter whether I have it properly or not.'
'Exactly,' the dream Virat said, smiling triumphantly at her, 'this is a dream. So just have it. Nothing's gonna happen.'
My god, my nervous system has gone crazy, she thought, reaching out for another sip. However, the second round was too much for her to bear. She immediately set the glass down, her body automatically spitting whatever was left on her tongue out. 'Virat, this is bad,' she said, her eyebrows knit in replusion. 'Please, I'm calling Jiju before things go out of hand.'
Maanvi was about to embark on a search for dream Viren when Virat pulled her back with a jerk, so that she went tumbling into his arms. She cringed, bracing herself for the smell of alcohol on his breath. She had smelt it only once, when she had bumped into her Chachu late at night after going down to the kitchen to drink water. After that Beeji had expertly forbidden her Chachu to avoid bumping into Jeevika and Maanvi during any of his drunken escapades.
However, dream Virat smelled surprisingly nice. He tightened his hold around her, and she found herself snuggling into his chest. It's just a dream...and yet, it wouldn't be so bad in real life, she giggled. For some reason she felt incredibly drunk too.
'What happened meri Bandariya, why are you laughing?' he asked gently. She smiled contently. She was his Bandariya. She paused briefly, wriggling up so that she could look into his eyes. He pressed his nose to hers, his warm hands stroking her cheek.
'Not here,' he whispered, 'somewhere else.'
Like two schoolchildren they stumbled out, trying not to burst out into laughter. Virat carefully locked the cabinet and kept the keys under the carpet in the exact position where he had seen Dadaji hide them. They quietly crept into his bedroom, narrowly avoiding Dadaji, who was strolling in the corridor. Virat smiled, and she smiled back, expecting more inane conversation. Instead, the humor in his face was replaced by a more intense emotion, his arms flexing as they picked her up and carefully laid her down on the bed.
'Ssshh..' he said. 'Waise, you told me at the restaurant that only a mad girl would check me out. And I've always had doubts about your mental health...'
She looked at him nervously as he pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a perfectly proportioned chest, his six-packs standing out against his bronzed skin. He carefully peeled off his jeans and boxers, and she giggled nervously, trying to ignore the fact that Virat Vadhera was in the buff in front of her. He slowly undressed her at first, taking great pains to remove her salwar kameez. However he finally lost patience and hurriedly clasped her waist, eager to feel every inch of hers against him. He slid his body on top of hers, her every moan making him delay their lovemaking even more. It was only when she said 'I'm waking up if you wait anymore' that he seemed to give in, sending tremors throughout her body.
He moved his lips along her body, stopping at certain points to nip at her flesh and appreciate the way he shivered when she did that. It was only when her moans threatened to penetrate the walls of the room that he stopped, pulling her close against him.
She sighed. What a dream, she thought. I wonder whether I will remember this when I wake up...
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'Maanvi, Maanvi!' Virat muttered hurriedly, growing more and more panicked.
'What?' she mumbled.
'Someone's coming,' he hissed,'wake up!'
Wait a minute..is this another dream...
She got up, pulling the blanket to her chest. The door creaked open and Jeevika stepped inside...
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