RoShti Book Of One Shots

Dance A Night..

Ronobir Chatterjee sat on the bar stool sipping on a drink of his choice as he watched the people on the dance floor whisking away their partners in their arms. Ronobir Chatterjee, an alumni of Calcutta National College and the heartthrob of every woman of his days was one of his kind. He was a charmer in his own way, attracting every woman from different age groups at his whim and fantasy. Now as he sat alone, he couldn't believe that his date was late.. He had entered in with his date but she had left him about wanting to buy something and promising him taht she would be back soon.. Where was she !!! It was embarrassing for him to sit alone without a woman at his arm. What would people think about THE Ronobir Chatterjee !! He finished his third drink for the day and decided against one more, not preferring a disapproval from his date. As he looked around, noticing and taking in every single detail, his eyes stopped. He saw HER.. He saw her walking walking towards him, dressed to the point of extreme gorgeousness and he donned a nervous smile. Mishti Acharya as she was named looked like a vision in her glittery red thigh-high slit dress with matching ruby red lips. Her hair was pinned to one side as she gave people a view of her enchanting figure and tempting back. Her peep toe heels made a soft sound as she walked towards where the man sat. Ronobir Chatterjee knew he was a goner eventhough he wouldn't admit as he watched her walk towards him. She gave him a nonchalant nod as she took her seat on the empty bar stool next to him, giving him a full view of her back. His expression changed to one of a tensed one for a few minutes. She ordered a diet coke for herself and gone was the nervous smile on his face as it was replaced by a full blown smirk 

"Well well Miss Acharya. What a pleasant surprise to see you here." 

Mishti replied back 

"I am sorry I can't say the same for you." 

Ronobir let out an Uff at her statement. She was the same old Mishti Acharya from college that loved to give it bsck to him without a second thought. Maybe that was why she always triggered the flirty nature in him.

"Still feisty, aren't we ?" Mishti took a sip of her diet coke 

"Hmm.. Sometimes you need to be that."

"I am hurt.."

"Good that you are.. Seems really nice to me that you get to experience hurt."

The smirk still not gone from his face, Ronobir continued "You seem to be late to the party. Date ditched you ?

Still in her own stride, she bit back "No.. I planned to stand him up by making an entry alone."

"May I know why ? You can confide in me. Cross my heart."

She looked at him wearily "Secrets and you don't go hand in hand, I guess.. You clearly don't seem to have a good record in that."

"Now now.. Don't antagonize me so much, Love."

"For the last time, I am not your LOVE. Go and trouble your date." she put the diet coke can down with a force.

"My date happens to be running late."

"Oh my !! Ronobir Chatterjee getting stood by by a girl... How so unlikely... And here I was thinking you might be having a girl or two at your arm."

"Oh well certainly that is a possibility. But then there is this woman infront of me who looks like a vison herself and I was wondering if there was a possibility she might want to grace me with an opportunity to dance."

"Getting so vintage with words, are we Mr. Chatterjee ?"

"Well sometimes you need to get better with your words."

"Why don't you try and improve your flirting skills ? Maybe that can help in getting you a girl."

"I absolutely take serious offense to that statement. My flirting skills are absolutely on point. My wife thinks so too."