Meet Indira Devi, an ambitious 18-year-old from India who secures acceptance into her dream university, The London School of Economics. Leaving behind the comforts of her home country, she sets out on a journey to pursue her passion for economics an...
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"Stop drooling. You're ogling over her," Nick's voice snapped me out of my trance. We hadn't even gotten inside the club, and I was already losing my shit over how gorgeous Indie looked in that moment.
Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, glossy under the dim streetlamp just outside the club. The way the light caught each strand made it look like she had a halo of dark silk. She had on an oversized leather jacket, casually draped over one shoulder, like she couldn't care less about appearances—and somehow, that made her look even better. The jacket hung lazily, one side slipping off her shoulder, revealing the green shelves of her top.
And don't even get me started on the dress itself. It wasn't over-the-top or provocative like you'd expect at a club, but that's what made it so breathtaking. A green skirt and top set, short enough to tease but still classy, hugged her curves in all the right places, like it was made just for her. The fabric skimmed over her body, accentuating her figure without trying too hard, appreciating her in a way that made it impossible to look away. It was effortlessly sexy—the kind of look that didn't need to scream for attention because it just naturally drew you in.
Indie didn't even seem aware of the effect she was having on me or anyone else for that matter. She was laughing, throwing her head back like she was in her own world. I could feel the magnetic pull towards her, every move she made was impossible to ignore.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
The bouncer checked our ids, giving us a quick nod as a signal of approval to head inside. The second the purple and blue nights hit her face, I swear, I forget to breath. Indie looked... breathtaking, like she had just walked out of some kind of dream. My dream. I blinked, trying to convince myself this moment was real, but it felt impossible with her, standing right there, radiating in the glow of the lights.
Oops! There goes my cool!
She looked beautiful.
Breathtaking.
Gorgeous.
Stunning.
Angelic.
Enticing.
Divine.
Words couldn't even define how bloody bewitching she looked.
That was until Val broke the trance, appearing out of nowhere with a tray of shots. Of course.
