Chapter Two: S U G A R
"Get the f**k off me," said Ishita the second she came to her senses, quite late at that too.
She was in middle of the street, sucking at that twerps face.
He let go of her for a second, making her successfully think that he'd drop her and held her the second earning him a kick in the shin the minute she got back to her senses.
"And here I thought you were going all desi on me," he said as he winked at her causing her to roll her eyes.
"And here I thought you were busy with your wh**es," she retorted as she dusted herself.
"Awh, baby missed me," he mocked as he pulled on his aviators as he checked her out from head to toe. She quirked her eyebrows at him.
"You need to lose weight," he said.
"You need to grow your weiner, but then neither of it's gonna happen, so"
"And there I thought that.."
"Don't. That doesn't count. I was drunk."
"I prefer this snarkier version of you. It turns me on, girlfriend," he mused as he placed an arm around her shoulder.
"I am not your girlfriend,"
"Stating the obvious, you just did ask me out. And you were sober," he laughed.
And she struggled not to make he knee meet his balls.
"This poor heart of mine. I can't wait to get rid of you. When are you meeting your partner for the night," she sighed.
"Sadly for you, I have plans with my new girlfriend."
"Whoever she is, I pity her. Wait, what happened to Shags? She loved your remember?"
"Who Shags?"
"Your Shags! You know, the desi blonde who accompanied you,"
"The one who found me in bed with you?"
"That delusional bitch did not find me in bed with you,"
"That's what she told Arnav,"
"Bullshit. We would be down the aisle if Arnie knew,"
"Well, you're brother knows better and you're still a kid."
"What are we doing?"
"Other than going to bed? I don't know, you decide. Disconnect your call before you do. I don't want any third wheels interrupting our date,"
"It isn't a date, Bhalla," screamed Ishita to he who walked away.
"Isn't it, Raizada?" questioned Bhalla as he watched her run towards him.
Ishita disconnected her call and texted Neil a meek apology citing other plans.
She then texted her driver informing of the latest development requesting him to drop Mihika home.
Ishita Iyer was the adopted daughter of Madhavi and Vishwanathan Iyer. The Iyers' adopted her after years of not conceiving a child. And conceived Vandhita a few months into the adoption. Though her parents loved Vandita and her equally the fact remained that they were affiliated with an Indian society to whom adoption was a taboo and the fact that Ishita was fair skinned while her parents and sibling were tanned added to fact.
Vandita and Ishita weren't significantly close. Vandita was the do gooder while Ishita the rebel.
"She's bad blood, no wonder her parents didn't want her," Vandita would scream growing up causing Ishita fling curses back at her aiming at her insecurities.
They hadn't been the poster children for siblings growing up. Per se.
But there was one thing that remained, that the both of them would get punished for all their 'crimes'.
Amma was a strict woman who was a teacher while Appa was an accountant in a reputed firm. Life hadn't been easy, it hadn't been difficult either. It had just been okay. They had what they wanted and nothing else mattered.
And at 13 Amma and Appa confirmed the fact that she indeed had been adopted. Just legally they had said, she was always their daughter.
She had met Khushi a week later - her Bhabhi who laughed at the fact that Arnav was too flustered to meet her.
They had spent the day shopping.
And then walked in on Arnav when he least expected them.
Arnie had been awkward at first, 'I had always wished what it would be if you were alive, and now that you're here there's so much that I have planned and I don't even know where to start,' he had said.
Arnie and she were cool. They were friends. And Arnie the typical overprotective elder brother.
She soon realised that Arnie and Khushi had grown up together, the childhood friendship blossomed into love and were now engaged.
On her first vacation trip with Arnie where he promised her Iyer parents that he would take her away for a week and protect her with his life, her parents had giggled.
It was then she had met Siddharth and Naina Raizada - her birth parents. Sid and Naina were the uber cool parents, the kind who brought Arnie using reverse psychology. They gave him all the freedom he would ever want, letting him learn from his mistakes. And they did the same with her
DNA tests and getting to know sessions later Arnie had arranged for her to live with her Iyer parents during her school days and her birth parents during the rest. And that's how it was now.
Raman Bhalla, now dubbed as the jerk, was Raman's childhood friend. And best friend. They prided themselves on being fed from the same bowl to banging the first girl for the first time (as weird as it got). Together, they were annoying as f**k but when alone Raman Bhalla was the sex craving, male chauvinist who graduated from university at twenty and now prided himself on his brains and the number of holes his dick entered. He was clearly a waste of space. Like, seriously.
And then she made out with him. Her stupid overly increased levels of estrogen at her brother's engagement and his forever high level of testosterone made up for the highly intense make out session they had at the back of the pantry. The pantry out of all places. The pantry! And if it hadn't been the chef walking in on their moment of shame Lord knew where they would have ended up.
She forced herself to even go there. It required to many cold showers. He did that to her, that jerk.
"Are we still thinking about me?"
She felt his hot breath on her lips and her eyes widened as she realised that his lips were two millimeters away from hers. And his arms on her waist.
He unbuckled her seat belt and then chuckled as he moved away.
He had dropped her home.
Why was she disappointed?
She stormed out of his vehicle, dying to get away from his infuriating presence.
She hated him.
Then why did she spend the night wondering where he was. Or who he was banging?
Appa and Amma had left with Vandita. She was home alone.
But she was seventeen. And strong. And brave. She knew karate. And those Chinese chops. She could whack anyone.
And she was alone.
She didn't realise when she fell asleep or for how long she slept.
It was night when she was awakened by the door bell.
And as she stumbled across the room, mumbling curses at the whoever was at the door at such an ungodly hour.
He stood there.
And he came with food, so she let him in.
She let the food in, and he just came in with it.
He got her movies and desserts.
And as expected they hadn't spoken.
He had unusually not said a word or passed any comments.
They had sat there watching movies in a dark room.
Why did she expect him to seduce her? Or attempt to?
Because that's what he did!
But she was his best friend's baby sister.
For his lack of words her made up with his presence. If not stealing food of her plate then ordering her around.
Like would he die if he had to fetch his own can of soda?
Or do his own dishes?
Or if he let her watch what she wanted?
Like, would it kill him to sit for half an hour and watch DiVan onscreen.
Would it?
Instead he made her side and complete her assignment like she was a bloody two year old.
And the next morning she found herself asleep in his arms as they apparently cuddled in the comforter.
She had just dozed back to sleep.
And when she woke up for the next time it was him rushing about that she was late for school.
He was a bloody nagging housewife.
While she stumbled across the house half asleep, searching for her bare necessities and picking them as she could.
He showered and changed into his spare clothes which she didn't even realise he carried.
That planning twerp.
And as they rushed out of her house into the car, she sorted her uniform there clearly ignoring his presence.
And he stopped at a coffee joint picking up breakfast for the both of them.
And then he pecked her before sending off to school.
Mumbling something equally eerie about, "Baby, do well at school. Make me proud," in the first time daddy tone which took creepy to a whole new level.
She just shrugged off the creeps as he smirked at her and handed her a sandwich.
And she got out of his car as far as her legs could carry her.
And he laughed her arse out as he watched her run off to her mandatory prison.
School was horrible for she was the only one who completed her assignment for the day earning glances from her classmates and a grin from her instructor that did nothing but remind her of him.
The day was quite uneventful like every other day at school. The first hour was a drag. The second hour she was free. And third hour she had math with the most annoying teacher on the planet. The lady expected her to be fluent in math just because she had Iyer in her name. How unfair!
And a good ten minutes before class could end stormed in a junior with a note.
And Ishita sighted hoping for some entertainment.
"It's for Iyer. Ishita Iyer. Her boyfriend is in the Principal's cabin. He send this note for you." said the geek as he pushed back his glasses and sucked on his braces.
"Ishita, do you have a boyfriend?" started the lady finally moving away from the horrors called Math as she proceeded to lecture her on the pros and cons of dating.
Dating, out of all things was the main priority of a forty something lady who clearly got none in her love.
Ishita sighed.
How was her life and of this lady's business?
"Are you listening to me, young lady? You could get pregnant. You could get STD's. You could get raped. You could get molested. He will break your heart. He will leave you behind, and you will not be able to forget him. It's going to he sad. So sad," wailed the lady quite dramatically.
And there she would start on her philosophy on love and marriages. Which were worse than her math classes. Which was saying something.
"You know what, you can meet him. He desperately needs this lecture, Miss. But then I don't really know how he feels about cougars," sighed Ishita being equally dramatic.
"Are you mocking me right now, Miss Iyer?"
"Well, no. I was just stating facts," said Ishita quite innocently. Her tone contradicting her actions.
"Well, then. You, student, read that note. Let's see what this boyfriend of hers has to say!"
And how Ishita wished she had a bit more control. Rude at it was, she attempted to snatch the note only for it to be snatched by the devil as she read it out loud.
"Raizada,
Change and come down in ten. Or I'm coming upstairs.
Hand over your books to the poor chap handing you this. Be nice. Not everyone can understand the level of frustration in your life.
Bhalla."
The class grew silent and her 'gang' wondered if it was the same guy from yesterday. How were they to be blamed that the noise in the background covered up what Ishita's voice. The call worked well until the moment Ishita asked the guy out and then when she tripped, their view was blocked and the call disconnected.
"Well, he's a confused soul," sighed Ishita earning laughter to her comment.
She then collected her stuff and handed them over to the page boy and picked her clothes and cellphone from him.
Ishita had learnt a thing or two about makeup from Khushi and that was helpful. Occasionally.
And as Ishita wore the clothes handed over to her, she cursed Raman for his choice.
Was this revenge?
Makeup and a change of clothes later her phone buzzed with Raman on the other end.
She let it ring as she figured her way around these strappy sandals handed to her.
Completely changed, she handed over her discarded clothes to another pager waiting for her.
How did Raman even work?
She walked towards her classroom.
"Yes, Bhalla," she huffed in annoyance.
"You're late,"
"I'm being nice,"
"I'm being patient,"
There was a substitute teacher in class and every one was doing their thing. No caring about who and what, Ishita strutted into the classroom.
"Did you use up your allowance on your wh**es that you picked this up for me?" she snarled into the phone albeit softly.
"Jealous," he laughed at the other end of the line.
"Honey, you'd have to do more than f**k some wannabe bitches to get me all worked up,"
"It's the best I could pick on at the time," he said, changing the topic.
"Oh, really? Because this belongs to the winter collection your mother trashed last month. And she was right, it's so f**king uncomfortable,"
"Mother didn't trash it, I picked it out for it. You'd look nice in it. I bet you do."
"Awh, I'm touched. Melting, almost."
He laughed.
And she disconnected the call. Only then did she realise that was being stared at.
"What?" she snarled as she picked her clutch off her desk and stormed off.
That Bhalla was going to have it from her one day.
He was Lucifer's personal creation, she decided.
While her fellow classmates wondered if she was angel in disguise.
Ishita Iyer was pretty.
With her toned body and pretty locks she was a looker.
And the way she carried herself was hot.
The way her body swayed as she walked in those heels.
Or the way she tucked away a stray strand of hair.
She was perfection they decided, divinity in disguise.
Only for them to be met with a rude awakening.
She was still Ishita Iyer.
The potty mouthed, bad girl and Subbu loving Ishita Iyer.
And she hadn't notice 'her' Subbu steal gazes at her. Or the way she enchanted him.
Or how he stopped doing whatever he had been doing to look at her.
And in the parking lot, Ishita met with the same.
"We're going house hunting," he said.
"Why?" she asked quite dumbly.
"Because honey, we're moving in together," he mocked.
And she threw her head back laughing.
Like f**k, she was moving with him.
A/N: This is off the show. Ishita's outfit is in the post above. PM's on the go. Add my PM account for PM's: AraMusesID. Not my main account.
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Edited by AraBearxx - 10 years ago
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