Vrishali was popularly known as the life of the party. She had a natural ability to make friends with anyone she met. Everyone adored her, and she had yet to find her perfect match amidst all the chaos of her college parties. However, she was not in...
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"Fuck!" Vrishali cursed after drowning down the shot. She picked the other and drowned it in one go. "Woah! What got into you?!" Aryan asked, wrapping his arm around an irritated Hailey. "Move your hand off my shoulder."
"Babe, how come you turned so hot?" Aryan asked Vrishali. Vrishali let out a giggle as she shared an amused look with Hailey. Michael joined the table and took the seat beside Aryan. "Met any chicks?" Aryan asked.
"Nah, the freshers aren't here. Anyway, I'm waiting for our Belle. I'm yet to see her." Michael took a sip from Aryan's beer. "Don't touch mine." Hailey chuckled. "Isn't Belle with the dive group?"
"Was she? Where is the dive team? I hope the guys aren't hitting on her." Hailey and Vrishali snorted. "You can't expect boys not to hit on a hot girl. Belle has admirers, and you are no exception," Vrishali said.
"Fuck, you are so true. I will go and find the guy, ya." Michael didn't wait for anyone's reply, so he was gone. Vrishali shifted her gaze to Hailey. "Let's dance!" Hailey shook her head. "I don't feel good. Later. . ." Hailey held her stomach as she felt it hurt for some weird reason. She had some chicken wings with Vrishali and Aryan two hours ago. They seemed fine, but her stomach hurt.
Vrishali huffed and shifted her gaze to Aryan, who was eyeing the nearest boy gang. "Be my man on the dance floor." She pulled him along with her. Aryan groaned at having to leave his drink and the boys. A big smile spread across her face as people began making space for her. Once in the middle of the dance floor, she faced Aryan and wrapped her arms around him while he held her waist.
"I want to dance with men!" Vrishali laughed. "And I want to dance with you." Aryan smiled and looked around. "Boys are going gaga over you! They don't mind having a dance and keeping you entertained." Vrishali shook her head as she started swaying her hips. "I don't want to."
"Have you danced with your husband before?" Aryan was curious. "Nope, we never danced, and there was no chance."
"Why?"
"We aren't close, honey."
"You aren't?" It came out as a question, and Vrishali nodded. "It wasn't anything like you imagined. We never really had a chance to hang out or date. On rare evenings, we had dinners together. We didn't—" Vrishali had no idea how to finish her sentence, so she stayed quiet.
"What about the parties? You love parties; you didn't attend any club or pub with him?" Vrishali laughed, and Aryan was confused. She leaned closer. "We never had a conversation about our pastimes or anything like that. It was so different being in India. I had mixed feelings." Vrishali is speaking gibberish as she is high on alcohol. Aryan kissed her forehead. "I'm happy that you are back, and we get to live the way we always wanted to live our youth."
Vrishali twirled and let out a giggle when she found the nearest guy trying to get her attention. Her attention was taken away by Xahria, who was dancing with a tall guy. "Anyway, I feel like your man is in love with you," Aryan said, Pulling Vrishali back into his arms. They weren't sure why they were having such a serious conversation on the dance floor, but what's the correct place? If not, a place where both of them were comfortable and at ease to speak.
