Clean Bowled

Chapter 20

*Aslesha*

"Toh tum dono date pe ja rahe ho" Pari says wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"For the 100th time Paro, it's not a date!" I snap at her.

"Ha ha.. isliye tu apni scooty nahi laayi aaj. Viraj ke peeche chipak ke baithna hai. Romance karna hai" she teases and I roll my eyes.

Her phone buzzes as a message pops on her screen. "Okay Aashi, Rudra mujhe bulaa raha hai gate ke yaha, he's gonna drop me home. Mai nikalti hu, chalega na?" she asks and I smile sheepishly.

"Bahot ghai ho rahi hai ha. Best friend ko akele chhod ke ladke ke paas bhaag rahi hai. Chal ja. Usko rukaate mat reh har chiz me" I say and she hits me understanding the double meaning of what I said.

"Bye Aashi" she says and goes hopping towards the gate.

Viraj hamesha ki tarah late hai. 6 bajj ke 10 minute ho chuke hai. I go to the place where he parks his bike.

Royal Enfield Himalayan.

This bike has my heart. Really. And Viraj owns it. Iske paas koi ghatiya scooter nahi ho sakti thi kya? Bike bhi best hi use karta hai. I stroke my hand over it's plush leather seat and smile. Kaash mai bhi ek baar isse chalaa paau. It's a beauty. A royal beauty.

"Insaano ko bhi kabhi itne pyaar se dekha karo" I hear Viraj's voice behind me and I turn and narrow my eyes at him.

It's as if he had a shower because he looks really fresh. Practice ke baad toh shower lena padta hoga.

"It's the Royal Enfield Himalayan with 411 cc and top speed upto 145 kmph. How can you not love this beauty" I say looking at it with awe.

I've always loved Viraj's bike. Always admired it from afar. But today I'm gonna experience it! Yayy!

"Whoa! Bikes ke baare me ek ladki ko itni information. Impressive" Viraj says raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"Kyu? Bikes sirf ladko ko pasand hoti hai kya?" I retort and he chuckles.

"Kya ladki ho tum" he murmers to himself but I hear it and smile a little.

He gets on the bike and I take a minute to just drool at the sight. The black t-shirt he is wearing with faded jeans give him the ultimate bad boy look. He is a bad boy actually.

And those messed up bed hair which look so good on him. The sexy messy kind. He seriously looks like a model.

"Aslesha? Kitni baar kaha hai it's not good to stare like that. Itna hi achha laga view toh photo kheech lo. It'll last long" he smirks making me blush and I scoff.

"Mai nahi dekh rahi thi" I say feeling embarrassed that he caught me. He wasn't even looking at me. Pata kaise chal jaata hai isse?

He chuckles as I literally hop to get behind him.

"Tumhari iss khushi ka faayda uthaa ke bahot chance maarne wala hu mai" he says pressing the break and I jerk in my seat grabbing his shoulders. I hit him on his arm suppressing my smile.

We swiftly exit the college premises and I have an urge to squeal in joy. I'm riding a Royal Enfield Himalayan. Not actually riding it but whatever.

"If you'll let me ride it, tum jitna chaho chance maar sakte ho" I say boldly had his back shakes with silent laughter as I chuckle behind him.

"You're crazy! Hold tight paglu and get ready to fly" he shouts as he fastens the speed and I grin behind him like an idiot, my hands automatically encircling around his waist.

My hair is flying backwards and I know it's gonna be super tangled but I don't care. And boy, does he know how to ride a bike. He drives swiftly and smoothly and I don't know if it's the bike or just the Viraj Singhania factor.