Aarya Sharma
She is 19 year old, quiet and introverted, and in her first year of college. She works at a restaurant to cover expenses. She has her small apartment. She radiates simplicity, her smile a beacon of warmth that brightens others' days. Y...
The next morning, I woke up late, around 9 AM. I remembered that I had swapped my usual night shift at the restaurant for a morning one, a change in routine that threw off my internal clock. Rushing through my morning rituals, I managed to get to work on time, though the day seemed to blur with the anticipation of the evening ahead.
As the evening approached, excitement and nervousness danced within me. She arrived at my apartment, and her eyes widened with admiration for my place. "Wow, Aaru, tera apartment toh bahut cozy hai!" she exclaimed, making herself comfortable.
We munched on some snacks, chatting and laughing, before turning our attention to getting ready for the party. Pari unveiled a sexy black dress she had picked out for me. My first reaction was a mix of awe and hesitation. "Pari, ye dress bahut hi short hai, I can't wear this," I protested, feeling a bit out of my comfort zone.
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But Pari wouldn't hear any of it. "Arrey, trust me, Aaru! Tu isme stunning lagegi. It's perfect for the party!" she insisted, her enthusiasm infectious. After much coaxing, I finally agreed to wear the dress, secretly admiring how it looked on me.
Next came the makeup session. Pari was a wizard with the makeup brush, transforming my simple look into something glam and party-ready. "Ab dekho, party mein sabki nazar sirf tum par hogi," she said, giving me a confident wink.
Once we were both dolled up, we took a moment to appreciate our efforts. Standing side by side in front of the mirror, we couldn't help but laugh at our transformations. "Hum dono toh party ki jaan banne wale hain," Pari joked, and I nodded, feeling a surge of confidence.
Before we knew it, it was time to leave. Pari had mentioned that the boys would be picking us up for the party. I felt a flutter of excitement at the thought of seeing everyone again, despite the lingering nervousness about the night ahead.
As we waited for our ride, Pari leaned in, her excitement palpable. "Aaru, tayyar ho ja, tonight's going to be unforgettable," she said, squeezing my hand reassuringly. I smiled back, the warmth of her friendship giving me the strength to face whatever the night had in store for us. The moment the boys arrived at my apartment, their jaws dropped in sheer amazement. Veer, Krish, Abhimanyu, and even Rudransh couldn't help but shower us with compliments. "Arrey waah, Aarya and Pari, you both look stunning! Koi inhe Bollywood mein entry dilwao yaar!" Veer exclaimed, his eyes wide with admiration.
Veer, ever the gentleman, opened the car door for us, saying, "Ladies, your chariot awaits!" Pari gracefully stepped in, but I hesitated for a moment. I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. I had a fear of car rides, a fact nobody knows. Clutching my dress tight, I took a deep breath and got into the car, trying my best to conceal my unease.
Inside the car, laughter and banter filled the air. "You guys have set the standard high for the night!" Veer added, "Absolutely, the party's vibe just got better with you two." Krish, nodding in agreement. Everyone seemed engrossed in their conversations, oblivious to my silent struggle. "Aaru, you've added a new definition to glamour tonight! you're turning heads for sure," krish compliment.
