𝑺𝑵𝑰𝑷𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 𝑯𝑰𝑴 | 18+ | ✔️

🧚‍♀️|A random party|

Chapter 1

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I sit beside Sidhant. It's become like a ritual now. No one even questions me about why I pester him so much.

He's fascinating. The way he doesn't speak at all. I like silent people who can listen to me blabber all the time.

I know Sidhant is not listening to my blabber, but his presence makes me feel heard.

People say I'm annoying. They say I'm too big of an extrovert, adrenaline junkie.

I ask such people to go to hell.

Sidhant's faint cologne hits my nose. His scent is pure bliss to me, its familiar and tasty.

"Hi Sidhant." I say. He ignores me like always.

Fucking prick.

"I got invited to Avni's birthday. I mean ofcourse I did. I bought her a lilac purse, I don't like that color much. I'm more of a red lover." I blabber.

Avni, my friend is hosting her birthday party later this month and she is a cutie who is obsessed with shades of purple.

Sid ignores me.

I toss my glittery silver purse on the table and say, "That's my cue to dance."

Ravi, one of our friends sits in a dark corner. He wasn't a friend till we met Avni and Shanaya. He's like a crazy psychopath, who gets off on murder.

Vijay is eyeing his drink with a heated gaze for some reason. He's kind of a jerk who only cares about himself, his best friend and Avni- who he thinks of as a sister. He's also a very rich guy.

I step onto the dance floor. I feel someone staring at me. Could be anyone, half of the male population is staring.

I sway my body wih the beat of the music, getting lost with it. Sarika smiles at me while dancing beside me. She's my bestie. She's the only thing that holds me together when life falls apart.

On the outside people think I'm a normal girl- which I want people to think. But I'm not.

Sarika and I became friends when we were children. When my mom became a caretaker in the house beside Sarika's. We were poor- me and mom. I didn't know till date who my dad was. Sarika helped me financially, she still is helping me financially.

"Niks, I'll leave." She mutters.

I raise a brow, "why?"

She glances around and bites her lip, "Tell you later."

She is hiding something from me. I can feel it, but I let it pass. She'll tell me when she wants to. As much as I like putting my nose where it doesn't belong, I have some respect for Sarika.

With her gone. I have no one to pester but Sidhant Singh. I smirk evillh amd walk to him again.

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I take another sip of alcohol and say, "Did you know what people nicknamed me when I was a kid?"

He shakes his head.

I've seen one thing about him. Sidhant only acknowledges me when I'm drunk. Rest of the time be pretends I do not exist.

"Guess what it could have been." I murmur. Alcohol has loosened my tongue and brain and I'm not sure I should be divulging childhood secrets to him.

"Niks? Niki?" He guesses in a bored monotone. But I shiver at the way my name sounds from his mouth.

I shake my head.

He doesn't say anything else. Guess his daily quota of talking to me is over.

"They called me, devil. Little devil I was. And it wasn't an endearment. My grandparents used to call me that. I was unplanned you see.." I get lost in memories.

My mom told me when she showed up at her parents' with me in tow, they were angry. I was unwanted, especially because I was born without mom ever marrying.

Mom never told me who was my other parent. He's a jerk and didn't want us. You have me. And I'll take care of you, forget about him. She said.

I want to know he was. The father who abandoned me. But I lack the resources to.

I huff, my gaze going to Sid, who's as still as a statue. He shows no reaction to me revealing I was an unwanted kid. I like that, he's a silent audience and I doubt he goes around gossiping about things people tell him.

So I feel safe to continue, "Even after I was 4 years old, they told me how I was a little devil, the spawn of a devil, I was shunned. I was treated way bad compared to my cousins."

Sidhant moves just an inch and stares at the ceiling.

"And, I was so annoying. I still am." I gulp the alcohol in my hand, "They used to tell my mother how annoying I was and that I shouldn't have existed-" I stop, my throat feels constricted.

I should stop drinking alcohol and expose my feelings to the world. I should stop telling him things I've never told even Sarika.

My eyes feel heavy, with sleep, I sip alcohol again.

"She's dressed like a slut." I hear someone behind me whisper. They're talking about me, it's a guy. I ignore him.

I didn't mind insults, I was used to them. Only one of them made me feel bad- when someone calls me annoying. Because when I was a kid, my grandlarents...

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My heart breaks for Nikita 😭😭.

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