Reckless Rival : An Indian college romance

Chapter 5

Nami would be lying if she said she was not filled with a strange mix of excitement and anticipation. She sat next to Ramya on the party bus that was taking them to the beach while her cousin spoke to a guy she met a few minutes ago. Nami was busy preparing herself to not be affected by her sporadic reactions to seeing the guy again. Her lips trembled like they remembered the last time she kissed him.

She chewed her lower lip attempting to shake away the tingle and told herself not to get carried away. She didn't need a distraction. It's not the time to give into sparks of excitement. Maybe just this one party, and that's it.

"Nami, look." Ramya pointed to one side of the road where there were motorbikes on what seemed to be a dirt track. "That's where the Simha bike races are held. We should check them out sometime."

Last party for the semester.

She smiled and nodded as if in agreement while she told herself she needed to stay away from the handsome and amazing kisser. Not the right time. And it sucked she had to ignore such excitement, but her dream was more important.

Nami was almost dizzy with confusion when they finally arrived at the beach party, and she felt even more lightheaded with the loud music and bright lights.

She managed to smile taking in Ramya's excitement. "See, I told you Simha parties are sick. Call or text me." The guy Ramya met on the bus ride over was impatient.

Nami nodded. "Enjoy. I will probably head back early."

"What? No." Ramya pouted as she was dragged away by the new guy who seemed eager to take her to go play one of the games.

Nami looked around with a smile on her face, and however much she denied it, her eyes scanned the space for the tall guy she was intrigued by from just one meeting. She took a few steps away from the center of the party and walked over to a somewhat quiet spot, observing the various events around her.

There were games that involved alcohol while another was a game of darts. A sudden loud cheering grabbed her attention to a small group at one side of the beach. The guys and gals seemed to be gathered around a table set up in the sand.

Like a moth drawn to the flame, she walked toward the group, curiosity at its peak to find out what the fuss was about. The closer she got, she realized the cheering was for an arm-wrestling match. As she got closer, she could see two hands locked in challenge through the gaps between the people as they moved around cheering.

She couldn't get closer for a better view, but she wanted to see the match because it was one game her father and uncles from her mom's and dad's side challenged each other every family reunion. It was a tradition to have an arm-wrestling match at almost every event, and the winner had bragging rights until the next rematch.

In her eagerness to watch the match, she moved around, trying to catch a glimpse of the game before it ended. The challenge sometimes would end in less than thirty seconds, but this particular handlock seemed to go on longer.

Must be an intense one.

Desperation took over, and she looked around to find a way for her to witness the fun. She saw an ice chest to one side, and the way it was placed, she knew it would give her a much better view.

Risking being chastised for not following party etiquette, she quickly shut it and pulled it closer to the gathered group, climbing on it to catch a glimpse, hopefully of the winning moment.

"Nice," she let out a cry of joy as she caught the top view of the two locked hands.

One arm was longer and leaner than the other while the other wrestler's arm was beefy, exuding strength. Both arm wrestlers wore T-shirts with sleeves cut off, showing the muscles that were engaged on holding off the opponent's strengths.