The feeling of her smooth skin at the tip of my finger made me want to taste more of her.
"Look at me, Anisha." I whispered and she opened her eyes immediately. A shiver went down my spine as her eyes looked into mine.
This was the time. I am finall...
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I woke up with a jolt and held my head, rubbing my temples to ease the pain I felt.
What's wrong with me?
My head pounded so badly, as if someone was hitting my head with a damn hammer. Argh!
I looked around the room to see no one there.
Wait. Who's room is this? Where am I?
I stood up and headed to the washroom. Damn! I looked like a mess. My eyes were drowsy and my hair was completely tangled and messy.
I wore an oversized tshirt and pyjamas. When did I change into these clothes and whose clothes were these?
I held my head and after washing my face, walked back into the room and sat on the bed hiding my face in my palms. I tried to remember last night.
"Aditya!" We heard a high pitched voice and I turned around to see a woman dressed up in a red bodycon dress that perfectly showed her curves and long legs. She stood there with her arms crossed as she jogged towards our table.
"How are you?" she asked in a sweet voice, placing her hand on Aditya's shoulder. I eyed his shoulder where she had placed her hand and saw him removing her hand.
My eyes met his and he mouthed 'Natasha'. My eyes widened and I turned to look at her immediately.
What! Natasha? His ex-girlfriend? What was she doing here?
"Aditya, you look hot as always." She purred and I narrowed my eyes to her to see her looking at Aditya with seductive eyes. I felt my jaw tighten.
Why on earth was she looking at my boyfriend like that? Wasn't she his ex? And wasn't it her who cheated on him?
I saw Aditya exchanging looks with Sid. I guess even he was not expecting his so-called ex to show up here. I knew he didn't like her at all.
"Scotch or whiskey, Aditya?" Nishant asked, shouting through the loud music.
"No, man. I won't drink tonight." Aditya declined, politely.
"Why, Aditya? That's not fair. Come on. Just one drink." Natasha insisted in an irritatingly flirty tone as she pulled a chair and sat opposite us, uninvitedly.
"No, I won't. I have to drive too," he replied in an extremely irritated tone, glaring at her.
I knew he wasn't drinking because he had to drop me back home.
