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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Was I so drunk that I absentmindedly flirted with Noah? Yes.
Did I enjoy and remember every single minute? Hell yeah.
The way his arms protectively wrapped around my waist, loose but secure, sent a ripple of warmth through me. I felt safe but also... restless. The kind of restless that made my pulse race. I could feel the heat from his body, his chest just barely brushing my back as we moved together, the closeness between us setting my nerves alight. It was like we were perfectly in sync, every step and sway bringing us closer, but never quite crossing that invisible line.
I could smell the faint mix of his cologne, something warm and woodsy, and it only made me dizzier than the drinks had. His breath was close enough to tickle my neck, but not quite, leaving me waiting, wondering, feeling every second stretch between us like a taut wire. There was this unspoken tension, the kind that made me hyper-aware of every tiny shift in his grip or the way his fingers brushed my hip when we moved. I don't know how long we danced like that—minutes? A couple of songs? Each moment felt longer, like a teasing game neither of us knew we were playing.
And when I finally stepped away to join Eloise and Val, I felt it—the tug. Like I was leaving something unfinished, some spark left waiting to ignite. But damn, my heart was racing.
Eloise and I screamed the lyrics to every song, dancing like we were in our own little world with Val, swaying together as if we were all glued at the hip. We were having the time of our lives, arms linked and laughing so hard, completely carefree. The drinks flowed more freely than usual, making everything feel even more fun and slightly reckless.
"Can we go to the washrooms? I need to check if I still look beautiful!" Val shouted over the pounding bass, her voice barely cutting through the music. We all burst out laughing, nodding in agreement, grabbing our bags from the boys before weaving through the crowd. The moment we stepped into the bright, florescent washroom, we were giggling like teenagers again.
It was the perfect chance for some mirror selfies. Val and Eloise immediately pulled out their phones, and we huddled together, posing for one hot picture after another. The mirror was slightly fogged up, but that didn't stop us from striking our cutest poses—shocked faces, pouts, face scrunches, you name it.
"Oh my god, the lighting in here is terrible," Eloise complained, though that didn't stop her from looking absolutely gorgeous in every picture. "Where's my Dior lip gloss? I swear I just had it." She rummaged through her bag, a look of panic spreading on her face as she realized it was missing.
"You probably left it on the table," I teased, but she was genuinely distressed. "No, no, not the Dior!" Eloise groaned dramatically, and Val and I exchanged amused looks. "It's fine, you look hot either way," Val reassured her, fluffing her hair in the mirror as we took a few more pictures.
