At a club.
She walked straight till the bar counter without making an eye contact with anyone on her way. its like a cat, walking slowly, gracefully, calmly, till she reached her destination. she was a short women, she sat on the empty chair. she leaned unto the bar counter.
"Tequila" said the girl in a red off shoulder dress, which filled her curves tight enough. the bartender served one peg of tequila, which she gracefully picked up gulped it down. she dint need a lemon. she was staring at her shoes, calmly.
Abhijeet from far laid his eyes, ever since the moment he saw her. he loved the way she walked so powerfully not making an eye contact with anyone. she liked the fact that she was independent. she was beautiful, small and extremely curvy. her makeup spoke very less about her, she looked like someone who knows what she exactly wants. he kept seeing her, from the corner of the bar counter.
"repeat" she said making an eye contact with the bartender. he looked at like really? onemore?
"with lemon and salt please" she insisted.
He gave it. she smiled at it, one more time she went for it.
" repeat" she ordered. this time, with a hoarse voice.
she repeated her ritual again. finally she got the courage to face the crowd. to look around. music started sinking in. she felt her nerves relaxed. she looked at people around. The people on the dance floor seem not to notice her. people in the bar counter are totally into her. smiling at her. she dint smile back. sorry people!
she close her eyes and was doing her usual head bang to insane music around. good,the night just got started.
Abhijeet kept looking at her, the girl had an effect on him, it may be alcohol, or it may be her boldness, its very intimidating and he needs to know why? he walked up to her and stood beside her inches away from her. she saw his hand resting on the bar counter, she dint want to react. she quickly turned the other way and went to the ladies room, she walked really fast.
abhijeet couldnt believe what exactly happened? Never ever something like that happened to him. ever. He felt offended for a while.Being the richest man around, he just couldn't take it.
anusha saw herself in the mirror. her figure, perfectly curved for a short women. her features, sharp and striking. her cherry red lip stick. she looked perfect. she stared herself in the mirror. her eyes have become honeyish due to all the presence of the alcohol. she smiled at herself. she started giggling while the women around kept staring her. everyone in the room though she has gone except insane, no one knew, she was holding her tears and hiding it under her laugh. after all who cares?
she walked straight back to her chair and sat. the man was still there, she saw his chest but did not see his face. it dint matter, she sat and ordered one more "repeat".
"dont you think you are drinking too much for a women?" abhijeet said looking at her.
"What are you? my father?" she snapped back looking at the bartender.
abhijeet felt offended. for two very unique reasons : 1. she dint look at him, atleast. 2. she snapped back for a genuinely caring statement.
"repeat" she ordered again looking at the bartender.
"make it two" he said the bartender.
"i shall gracefully pay for this poor man" she said with a smirk and she laid her eyes on him.
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EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE
ChickLitThe very famous pujitha, a lifestyle writer, editor in chief of a magazine, one of the most successful women among her peers, is deep down a broken women. she's : EMOTIONALLY UNAVAILABLE. Shes where she is because of her broken heart!