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Fifteen: Gravitational Law (Part 1)

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"You look so fucking gorgeous!", Priya squealed, spotting Krithika sitting on a high table in a corner of the bar, "Some talent you have sewing such sexy outfits for yourself."

Krithika held a nervous smile, fiddling with the edge of her dress. She looked down at her skin-fit attire. It was surely a bit tighter than the last time she wore it, which happened to be exactly a year ago. That evening in her room she had practically tried to shove herself in the damned dress, her breast had cried out for help from the brutality slammed on them. She had no other option, no other 'party' kind of dress.

She was overtly aware that each curve of her body was on display. At any other given time, it would have appeared to be obscene but in the dim light of the bar, it didn't matter much.

"Remove that stupid jacket.", Priya clicked her tongue as she sat next to her, pushing the denim from Krithika's shoulder, "There. That's some hot stuff."

She had worn a jacket, trying to cover herself a little and Priya disapproved of her trials on being a 'proper lady'.

"I don't like to wear...", she glanced at herself, "...tight clothes."

"Don't be an aunty now. You got delicious curves, flaunt it, baby.", Priya winked, "Being young is priceless, don't waste it on being appropriate."

"I am surely not wasting anything.", Krithika frowned.

"You are, my girl, you surely are...", Priya pushed her liquid amber-filled glass towards her, "I can bet that the 'Miss. Dashwood, the Eldest' inside you has never tasted any alcohol?", she smirked, comparing her to the prim and proper Ms. Elinor Dashwood.

"I have had few sips back in the college, never had enjoyed it though.", she admitted. The liquors that she had tried were too sharp and bitter for her liking. They had burned her throat and eyes, regretting every bit of them.

Priya's eyes held a determination, "I will make you love it.", she turned to face the bartender and muttered. After a while, he returned with a beautiful glass, "Blanco Margarita, for the miss.", he gave her a flashing grin as she seductively smiled back at him, "Here.", she handed her the margarita.

"I don't know about the drink but this glass surely does look fancy.", Krithika shrugged. She took a sip, bitter alcohol burning a trail down her throat. But after a minute it felt good, and she started enjoying the taste. Her eyes glanced over Priya who was smiling over her victory.

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, thank you.", she replied, sipping liquor slowly and trying not to overdo it.

Time went on, drinking and chatting with more colleagues who joined both of them.

"There's hash as well it seems.", Akash whispered, nodding towards the private lounge, "I smelled it."

"They have the money, hashish or cocaine they can afford it.", Priya waved a flippant hand, "Akash, stop making that face, you chose your poison they chose theirs."

Well, that made some sense. No one held a knife at their throats and asked them to drink or smoke, it was a personal choice. Krithika believed that owning one's actions was the right way to live, mistakes were bound to happen at some point in life.

She saw Satya noticing them from the said private lounge and greeting them with a warm smile. She was smoking and perhaps enjoying her drink with her friends and colleagues... and Xavier.

He looked different. Her eyes had always been blessed with a professional look of him, perhaps a few times with a body-hugging formal shirt, but mostly in crisp Raymond- perhaps Armani- suits. But at that moment, for the first time, he looked different. In a black shirt with few top buttons left loose, paired with dark denim jeans- he looked way more different than she would have liked to admit to herself.