The Life Of An Indian Girl

Never Knew He Could Tell Apart Gucci and Dior

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The tingly feeling of Rahul's lips on my ear wasn't going away at all. Plus, I had given the poor boy three days to make me fall for him, not that it's happening. It's just a game and I know nothing will happen.

I mean who the hell does he think he is? Sure, I might have to basic 'oh he's cute' feelings for him... But what if it's really a game for him, and what if I end up in one of his traps?

These questions were swirling in my mind, making me overthinking and take heavy heavy breaths. The girls and me were at a local café and I'd ordered a latte. They were chit chatting about guys they met but I could only think about this one guy with a scorching dark gaze.

I was pretty sure these games were the way he'd broken the hearts of many girls, it was no mystery. I thought only disturbed me and I took a long sip of my warm drink.

He seemed pretty sincere while telling me he liked me, however I'm pretty sure I'm just some 17 year old girl to him.

Who he would make her fall in love.

Then leave her and shatter her.

Never talk to her.

End of story.

Which is very obviously not the way I see my future. In the future, I'll be a successful cardiologist and live my life happily ever after.

Why do I have to be so complicated?

*Hi, be home by 7 pm -Rahul

I sigh and bit my lip. Maybe challenging him into this was a bad idea. He's got that competitive aura and so did I. I knew either of us wasn't going to back down.

It was 6:45pm.

Argh.

"Girls? I got to go," I say while picking up my bag.

"Ouuuuuu," Belle wolfes and I dismissingly shake my head.

I throw my bag over my shoulder and made my way to my motorcycle.

Yes.

A motorcycle.

I know it doesn't make sense that I'm sort of scared of driving cars when I'm totally fine driving a ... Motorcycle.

I thrust the key in and my baby roars to life.

The wind in my face just I'm just feeling so damn free. Even if I had a helmet on my head. It was like being a bird... Just not flying so high.

I reach my house and park my motorcycle. I pull out the keys to the house and walk through the front door. As I walked up to my room, I noticed everything was very silent. As I step into my room I see clothes on my bed.

A note with boyish handwriting was placed not too far for them.

'Wear this' it read and I quirked an eyebrow at the outfit. I'll say the boy has taste.

It was a loose but fashionable wool sweater of an appeasing purple colour paired with black skinny jeans.

Great, so now he's been through my wardrobe. Just freaking wonderful.

I chuckle as I make sure to shut the door close and lock it well. I take off my top and pull on the sweater. I then shimmy into my skinny jeans and chuck on a pair of hunter boots. It was chilly outside and I wasn't use to it.

I apply some mascara, lip gloss and put on a silver chain with the forever sign as a charm.

I take in my appearance in the mirror. I looked good, part of the reason why I made an effort is because I was really excited. Rahul is just full of surprises and I know he's probably worked on this one.