BIG-J

25

James's POV:

After returning home and catching a brief nap, I roused myself from sleep, mindful of the looming date and the match awaiting me. Opting for a casual yet presentable look, I donned a white tee paired with jeans. Wanting to make a good impression, I decided to order some flowers. Shreya had already texted me the specific location for our rendezvous, so once ready, I headed out.

As I arrived at the designated spot, my attention was immediately drawn to Shreya waiting outside. Her rich chocolate complexion complemented her wavy honey-brown hair, and the subtle pink lip gloss accentuated her features. She looked stunning. Spotting me, she rushed over, throwing her arms around me. Chuckling, I offered her the flowers, which she accepted with obvious delight. Hand in hand, we entered the restaurant.

The interior was grand, adorned with a brown and goldish theme. We took our seats, and Shreya, ever chatty, initiated the conversation. Although most of it seemed like yapping, I didn't mind; I was getting accustomed to her company. However, the atmosphere shifted when she brought up Anushka. "Did you happen to meet Anushka by any chance? She seemed kinda off," she mentioned. My expression shifted from happiness to a somewhat distraught one. Sighing, I responded, "Nah, not like it would matter," before excusing myself to the washroom.

Annoyed by the unsettling thoughts, I washed my hands, and just as I turned, the washroom door slammed shut. I was pinned against the wall, and Shreya's lips met mine in a forceful kiss. Grabbing me by the collar, she initiated the distraction I needed. I reciprocated, allowing the moment to take over. The watermelon-flavoured lip gloss smeared across my lips as she skillfully undid my shirt buttons. Lost in the intensity of the moment, I couldn't help but succumb to the wildness of our impulsive connection. My hands slipped under her skirt and my lips from her mouth went lower and lower from her neck to her chest. She was beautiful, her body was captivating which kept me wanting it more I couldn't resist anymore. She proceeded to push us into one of the stalls and we ended up getting naked humping on top of one another.

The intensity of our encounter left us both catching our breath and as Shreya moved her hair away from her face, I couldn't resist kissing her once again. We lingered in a tight embrace for a while until the reality of my impending departure set in. Reluctantly, we changed back into our clothes, leaving the stall behind.

Exiting the restaurant, the late hour and Shreya's safety became a concern, but my commitment to a scheduled match necessitated my departure. To ensure Shreya's safety, I ordered a cab, and as we waited, she held my hand, a silent acknowledgement of the connection forged in the heat of the moment. I didn't resist.

The conflicting emotions regarding Anushka ignoring me were momentarily eclipsed by the unexpected encounter with Shreya. Perhaps, in an odd twist of fate, this unforeseen connection had its silver lining. When the cab arrived, Shreya gave me a peck, and with a wave, she left. I headed straight to the next destination awaiting me—the fighting club.

Anushka's POV:

With my scraped and bloody legs, I made my way back home, feeling devastated and upset. I couldn't believe I missed the chance to confess my feelings. In an attempt to distract myself from the heartache, I decided to bury myself in my studies.

Putting on my headphones, the first song that played was "We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together." I grabbed my hairbrush and began acting out a fake Taylor Swift concert, jumping on my bed, shouting at the top of my lungs, "WE ARE NEVER EVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER!" It served as a good distraction, allowing me to lose myself in the moment.

Afterwards, I took a hot shower, emerged in my robe and began drying my hair when a notification popped up on my phone. It was from Shreya. Reading the message, tears welled up uncontrollably, and I dropped my phone. The message revealed the painful truth—James and Shreya had started dating.