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Virat's POV
I entered the bar with my buddies, Yuvi and Pandya. Yeah you might be thinking where are the others, well most of them came with their better halfes, and the one's who didn't have one were not too eager to company me for clubbing. Fortunately for me, Yuvi and Pandya had not been accompanied by their's so I dragged then along. Well frankly I didn't have to drag, they willingly accepted my proposal to spend the night drinking and dancing in the City of New York.
So here we were ordering our drinks as edm Beats stormed out and were having a good guy chat when suddenly an Indian girl came right beside me and ordered for seven tequila shots.
Me, Yuvi and Pandya stole glances. Seven shots! Woah girl. Our instinct was, she would take it for hey friends, but hell no, she left us jaw dropped as she gulped all seven down in one go.
"Woah! That girl's a pro man" exclaimed Yuvi hitting my arm as he saw me kinda drooling over her
Pandya smirked wickedly finishing his Bourbon (PS: Not that biscuit)
"Okay stop. Control. She's still there" I stated a little embarrassed
She's hot. Classy-hot.
"Ah! She left" frowned Hardik getting up from his seat
"Where are you going?" Me and Yuvi asked is unison
Hardik looked in the direction that girl went and said "after her" he smiled
Yuvi glanced a look at me and said abruptly "Don't do that Pandya"
While I gave death glares to him
Don't. Don't. No.
"Why not?" He asked and continued "Come on Virat why aren't you?"
I just opened my mouth and closed it back again I couldn't think of a reply good enough to reply them. I just sighed as my rib cage relaxed as I exhaled.
"Come on! Don't tell me you've taken the phrase 'all Indians are my brothers and sisters' way to seriously. I know you haven't" Yuvi ended laughing at the last line
"So" Hardik popped his brows up and down
I looked at both of them with puppy eyes, and found them staring at me way too seriously, commanding me to go talk to her. Okay I've got to go, I guess.
"Okay! Fine I'll go" I said getting up from my seat and smiling kinda nervous
"That's the spirit" the cheered as they pushed me away
Wait. I myself am bewildered. I'm never nervous- specially when it comes to talking to someone, approaching and flirting yaar. Why am I behaving so un-me? I don't know. Dude I'm not even that sober, plus she's an Indian. God what's wrong?
Come on Virat. You can do this. Just a little bit of talking-friendly approach-healthy flirting.
I saw her on the dance floor, dancing gracefully, as if she owns the dance floor, care free, and confident. Her body rythemed along as they moved in sync with the Beats. Her hair was tied up tightly in a pony tail and a few strands brushed her cheeks, which glowed brightly under the Florescent lights, no not like others - the ones flooded with make up, it seemed natural, so raw. She was wearing a black crop top or something with high waist pants, all hugging her body and redefining her curves.
