Shilpa is hungover. Her head pounds so hard that it hurts. Slowly, with a big yawn she is finally able to sit properly on the bed. She stretches her hands wide, trying to get herself comfortable. But to her surprise, her bed feels a lot more comfortable to her than usual.*Cough*
Reflexively, she pulls the sheets closely to her body, startled by the fact that some stranger is in her room. When she finally opens her eyes, she sees an unexpected site.
The Vikas Gupta, sitting in front of her grinning like an overjoyed kid expecting candies.
"What are you doing in my room?"
She scolds."Aapka room." He paused. "Are you sure?" He says with a teasing smile.
"What do you mean..." She stops in middle of her sentence when she realizes that this is indeed not her room.
Her head starts to pain more badly. Her fear keeps on increasing with every passing second.
Where is she?
No wait. Forget where she is. But what in the seven hells is she doing in a room with Vikas Gupta?Ye aadmi zindagi barbad karke hi chodega meri. Aaahhhh. I hate him.
"Shilpa ji? Thik ho kahan kho gaye? Kahin kal raat ke bare me toh..."
He said while his cheeks turned beetroot red."Shut up. Maine bhi DDLJ dekhi hai samjhe aap. Mere se ye faltu prank krne ka sochna bi mat."
Shilpa went forward and started to unbotton his shirt hastily.
"Kahan hai? Kahan hai?"
Vikas, who was utterly confused and shocked by this sudden intimacy, was thrown aback by this weird question.
Shilpa leaves him and sits in her previous position, visibly irritated.
"Ji ye dekhiye yahan hai" he said shyly pointing towards his left side of the chest.
"Yahan toh nahi hai"
"Arey shilpa ab kya hero ki tarah seena phaad ke dhikau apna dil""Konsa dil? Bhaad me gaya aapka dil. Lipstick ka mark kahan hai"
Abey lagta hai flip hogyi hai firse. Kab sexy baby se mata rani aajaye iske andar pata hi ni lagta.
He was getting worried for himself but still timidly asked "Lipstick..?"
"Ha lipstick wo film ki tarah mark dikha ke convince krna chahoge na ki hum dono ne kal raat sex kiya. Director sahab naye scenes socho ye sb purana hogya"
"What"
To iske liye main lusty boy hi rahunga. Kab smjhogi mujhe shilpa?
"Dekho aap galat smjh ri hai."
But shilpa had had enough she decides to leave. She removes the sheets only to pull them back again on hurriedly as she realizes that she was wearing just a long white shirt.
His shirt.
"Mere kapde?" She turned red. She starts to have wild imaginations of what might have happened last night but she gathers herself quick enough so as Vikas could not take her expressions as his victory.
Oh god!! The more I am trying to remember what happened yesterday the more my head hurts. I was probably just too drunk. But he never drinks. He should have controlled. Bas istemal krna hi jaanta hai ye sbka. One night stand wo bi is Gupta ke sath. Chee.
"Wo aapke kapde.."
"Get out" She screamed with all her strength.
"Excuse me. Ye mera kamra hai"
Shilpa raised her eyebrows so fast that Vikas ran out of the room as fast as he can.
What happened yesterday? She is able to recollect only the fact that she was having her birthday party. And then HE entered.He destroyed me. Again. Why he had to do this? We decided that everything is over. Then why?
She found her dress neatly folded on a chair. She looked at the white shirt one last time.
It smells like him. The same cologne. The same cologne which used to drive her crazy. The same cologne which at one point of time used to give her a sense of comfort. The same cologne she hates the most now.
She changed her clothes and quickly took her purse and other belongings and stormed out of his house like a bullet train while Vikas watched her go.
Again. Yet again.
I lost her. Will she come back this time?
Maybe not.
Why not? His heart ached.
Cause she deserves better. His mind answered.So what do you guys think actually happened that night?
Did Vikas really forced himself on Shilpa?
Will Shilpa ever forgive him?Will see in the next update 😉
Sorry for any grammatical errors🤗
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FanfictionShilpa is hungover. Her head pounds so hard that it hurts. Slowly, with a big yawn she is finally able to sit properly on the bed. She stretches her hands wide, trying to get herself comfortable. But to her surprise, her bed feels a lot more comfort...