Say You're Mine (Lovestruck In Bangalore #1)

Chapter 11

                                   I MEERA I

"Where'd you run off?", Remya asks with a smirk as soon as I enter our room. I practically ran away from Vikram. He just gets under my skin like no one else. And this time, it was different and I liked it. And that's so not good.

"I just wanted to wash my skirt before it got stained", I lie looking around. I'm not really that bad at lying but if anyone can read my lies, it's her and Vinash.

"Uh huh and Vikram, was he holding your skirt up for you or..?", She asks trailing off. "He just followed me to wash his kurta", I state confidently. " And what-", she starts but I interrupt her before she can continue questioning me, "And nothing happened. Now tell me what happened after I left." I say trying to change the subject.

She gives me a knowing look," Well, after you left Raj pretty much dragged Pooja away from us and Vinash, well, he got his ass landed to him by a little kid in a water gun fight and started sulking. And I convinced everyone to leave you with Vikram, though Karthik seemed reluctant for some reason. So you can thank yours truly for the services.", She says giving me a rather smug smile which makes me wanna smack it off of her face. Little bitch.

I ignore her and take a shower before changing into my pajamas and throw myself on my fluffy bed. I hug my pillow close and a moment later I feel Remya cuddle in next to me. I'm more exhausted than I thought I'd be and falls asleep within a few minutes.

***

Four hours later.

"Remya I swear to God, if you don't stop pulling at my hair, I'll kill you", I hiss as she tugs at yet another strand of hair.

I'm currently sitting before the mirror while Remya tries to curl my hair. We woke up 20 minutes ago to the sound of loud music coming from downstairs. We overslept and it was like a hurricane passed through our room when we both finished getting dressed.

Remya wanted me to wear a mini dress I bought last year when I went to a club in delhi, to impress a certain someone. And I vetoed the idea because, one, I'm pretty sure a dress is not the best idea for the Chaos happening downstairs and two, I don't want to impress a certain someone. Well, I do , a little, maybe, I don't know. But I don't want him to think that I put it on for him or anything. Know what I mean?

After weighing the pros and cons, she decided that we do not want to seem desperate, her words not mine and pulled out a sleeveless black tank top with a v-neck that barely shows any cleavage and ripped blue jeans. And she chose a black and white striped shirt and jeans for herself. She looked great. Now, I made a mistake of asking her to curl my hair a little and that's how we ended up in this situation with me a second away from kicking her ass.

"It's not my fault that all your hair is in knots. That's what you get when you ride around in bikes with random dudes without tying your hair. You only have yourself to blame", she sasses as she curls the ends one last time.

"Hold on. First, don't you know you're supposed to untangle the knots before curling your hair. Second, I don't ride around with random dudes and you just called him my lover a few minutes ago", I tell her as she sets the curling iron on my dresser.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Your hair's done, so let's go",. she says pulling me with her as she speed walks down the hallway before knocking on Vinash's door, hollering at him to come downstairs.
"I'll be down in a minute, you guys go on", he yells back.

Satisfied, Remya pulls me downstairs, and I was right, it's complete chaos in here. Snacks and paper cups on every surface in the living room. There wasn't much alcohol, just beer and soft drinks. Karthik's cousin Aarav, set up the DJ and that dude's blasting some hardcore metal songs which gives me a headache, to be honest.