Not always well begun - Part 2

“Why have you got me here, you know I don’t like parties.”

“Come on Gaurav, enjoy life a little, plus look around, everywhere just liquor and sloshed chicks, what else does a guy want.”

“I want better friends Jeet, ones who would not always use me as the Wingman.”

“People would do anything to be my wingman, you get that honor, plus you get to meet new girls.”

“The kind of girls I cannot stand more than a week.”

“It’s actually the opposite.”, Jeet teased Gaurav and dragged him inside.

Jeet and Gaurav, were in this city to study Law. They had just finished with their mid terms today, so Jeet had planned on this part. Jeet was this short, fair guy with curly hair and grey eyes. He was attractive and that always worked well with him to catch attention of girls. Gaurav on the other hand, was wheatish, tall and had sharp masculine features. His built was something that could easily be quoted as “Sexy”, with fine biceps, the much hyped abs and proper cuts wherever necessary. But he was an introvert, and hardly made any new friends. He liked women who were confident, beautiful, disciplined and intelligent. But relationships were a waste of time and energy for him, so he always dated the dumb and dumber type of girls, and never could be with the same girl for over a month.

They had just entered the club, and Gaurav wasn’t quite happy to be there. He wanted to leave but Jeet forced him to wait. They stood at the corner of the bar, waiting for their order of a Long Island for Jeet and Rum Mojito for Gaurav. Jeet was continuously flaunting all the times he had picked up a girl from a party, spending the night and then never meeting her again. For Gaurav, this was all a waste of time; he was just thinking of all the constructive things he would have been doing right now. 

Jeet left Gaurav and went on the dance floor with a blonde, who had the perfect curves and moved sensuously on the floor. Gaurav sat alone in the bar section, staring at people dancing and enjoying. Suddenly something weird happened.

It was Pallika. She was completely smashed, her eyes were red and she could barely walk straight. Gaurav had been noticing her walking towards the bar. She stood right infront of Gaurav, though she was drunk, he could notice her innocence and simplicity but with a tinge of a bitch brewing in it. If he had to, he would have described Pallika as “The Good Girl gone Bad.”

She came closer to Gaurav, the latter confused of what exactly she wanted, when suddenly she put one of her arm around Gaurav and started dancing. Before Gaurav could realise of what the hell was happening, Pallika got very close to him, hardly an inch difference between the both of them. She started feeling his back, with her nailtips, trying to seduce him. She went closer to him, he could actually feel her warm breathe smelling of cherry flavoured vodka. She was just about to kiss his lips, when she heard a whisper in her ears saying, “Are you sure of this?”

She moved away, Gaurav looking at her with a smile he had never had before. It was sudden, but he liked all of it; something of this girl had attracted him to her. It was not her stats or her bold moves; it was the big and bold eyes, dreamy and naïve which had enhanced with the black mascara and smudged kajal. They made the “Angry Young Man” weak. Her deep brown eyes seemed sparkling even in the dim neon disc lights. As she was walking away, he stood there watching, staring at this first girl in his lifetime who managed to get him involved in her eyes – usually he never went so high with any other chick.

- By Anvi Mehta