It was the night of Holi and a weekend. Me and a ‘we-look- happy’ but trust us ‘we-are-not-so-happy’ couple decide to hit a Desi club. The couple is a friend and a not-so-familiar husband of her.
The club was filled with unknown faces and cigarette smoke. Crazy, crowded and loud. Typical!
5 rounds of tequila and surprisingly I didn’t feel drunk. I was getting bored and decided to find a partner to dance.My eyes wandered from lonelyguy1 to lonelyguy2 and more and a few more.
But then the DJ played a romantic song with a handful of his usual EDM beats and I danced like a heroine of Bollywood movie. I then wanted a hero. A heroine is never complete without her hero who lets her dance around him and occasionally around a huge tree. I had to find one. And that’s when I first met him. I glanced upon this really attractive man, 6’2 or even more, built with seductive eyes and smile to die for.
Everything so perfect. I walked closer to him, but I was stopped by force totally unexpected. Twists are a big thing in Bollywood you see. Out of nowhere the not-so-familiar husband of my friend was on fire. Jealous and burning he just won’t let me close to Mr. Seductive Eyes.
In reality, my friend’s drunk husband was pain anywhere weird you can think of. The situation was quiet embarrassing. All the more for my friend.
Anyways back to story. The distance between us was only a few steps. I rolled my eyes out of disappointment. But all he did was smile and watch me dance. I frowned, he smiled more to cheer me up.
The rest of the music till 3 am was only for him. All my attention, all my moves and all my kisses went flying to him.
When the music stopped, I walked up to him. We looked at each other with a smile on our lips. And if eyes could speak, I know what he asked me.
‘What’s your story?’