Bhavna has never been one to cross the lines , coming from a south indian orthodox family she has always been the Ms Goody two shoes. But one day when her best friend forces her to sneak out into a club.....Let's just say that she's stuck at the wro...
This chapter is dedicated to my ex, the one who still has some growing up to do, Please don't read this
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Bhavna
I've always hated sound. I like my surroundings to be peaceful, silence was my escape.
But here I am, with my friends in this crowded dark arena known as the underground fight club. I crunch up my nose at the smell of sweat and cigarettes. People are chanting their praises for their favorite fighters. Most of the people here are drunk or high.
I can't believe I'm here, Why did I agree to this again?
"No" I said to her stubbornly scrolling through my phone. "But we'll have so much fun there!!". Izzy said to me, " No, thank you, I'd rather stay here and read books".
Suddenly she snatched my phone out of my hand, "If you don't agree, I'm telling your aunt that her not so innocent niece reads dirty smut in her phone," I widened my eyes reaching out to take my phone back , but she kept it out of my reach "Haha shortyy!," she laughs at me, "Don't you daree!!", I warned her. She started dialing my aunt's number, "Okay!, Okay!, I'll come, now please give my phone back!!". " See that wasn't so hard was it?". I glare at her ,"donga mokam dana!" I mumbled under by breath. "What was that?", she asked me, " Nothing" I smiled innocently at her.
So, ladies and gentlemen, that's the reason why I'm here at this stupid thing
Standing over my tip-toes, I scan the heads of the people here for a way to move but there was no place here even to stand and relax. " I take it you don't like this stuff that much?", Olivia asks me over the loud banter . Noah and Izzy are too engrossed in their conversation to listen to ours, I nod examining the guy whose elbow is poking at my sides, Ugh!, it's too suffocating here!, "Then what do you like to do?"
"I sketch and read, a lot." I suddenly realize how boring that sounds when I say it out loud, "What about you!?".
" I love photography", She chuckles rubbing the back of her neck as if she's embarrassed , " I've got attached to it since I was young".
"That's cool, maybe you can teach me some tricks..?, I suck at clicking pictures", She laughs brightly, " Yeah, Sure!". She seems nice, nicer than everyone around here at least.
The lights dip, making the crowd roar even more loudly than before.
I don't like this!, I wanna go back.
From what I've heard, these fights were organized by the richest and influential people in the country so they were conducted in secret as they are illegal and sometimes they go out of hand that leads to death or severe physical damage.
What was so exciting about two people beating each other to pulp?
"Come on guys it's about to start", Noah's friend (I don't know his name) remind us with excitement written all over his face.
