Silent Affair (On Hold)

Chapter Thirty Two

Fuck... meeeeeee!!!!!!!

Avantika couldn't stand any of it anymore! Being stuck in a room with all of these girls - all of them kissing ass to Sana - was driving the girl insane and the harshness of her whiskey wasn't helping at all. All of the other girls were currently dressing up in all of the designer clothes Sana had brought along to the trip to give away to everyone, so naturally, all of the girls were all over it, as well as Sana. But Avantika couldn't stand it! It was clear to her how fake Sana was, and the fact that they were going to be here for the whole weekend was only digging at her more.

Currently, Sana was modeling an outfit, to which all the girls were gushing over. Meanwhile, Avantika sat at the bar, making her drink, rolling her eyes.

I have to get out of here before I barf all over this couture.

Given that no one was paying attention to her, Avantika was easily able to slip out of the room. She walked over to the balcony to enjoy the evening breeze, but was interrupted by the sound of boys hollering. Looking down over, Avantika saw all of the boys playing on the new basketball court the Kapoor's had installed on their property. Her eyes immediately landed on Virat, who was drenched in sweat, dribbling across the court and effortlessly dunking the ball.

"Hot dayum," Avantika muttered to herself as she took a sip of her drink.

She heard the boys holler and mutter below, some of the guys done playing and ready to head to the shower - Vikram being the first to say it and all of the others following, except for Virat. Avantika watched as the other guys followed Vikram inside, while Virat remained outside and played on his own.

"Looks like we both refuse to follow the Kapoor's," she muttered to herself.

Taking another sip of her drink, Avantika watched as Virat ran along the court, shooting the ball at the hoop and getting the ball in each and every time.

What am I doing up here? I should just go down there! Wait no... um... well.... Shit, if Sana really is planning on making a move on him while we're here, I gotta make sure to plant some shit in his head so that he doesn't agree to going out with her. Dammit Avi, what are you doing up here, go!

Having being pepped up by her pep talk, Avantika made her way downstairs. She walked over to the basketball court, finding Virat hanging from the hoop.

"Show off," she called out.

Virat looked back at her and Avantika immediately felt sparks shooting up her spine. She didn't know why that exactly happened, but something about him all hot and sweaty and having alcohol in her system was really affecting her, and quickly. Virat let go of the hoop and walked over to her.

"Shouldn't you be in the middle of a pillow fight with the other girls," he teased.

"Ha, ha, what's next? Doing each other's hair and nails?"

"You tell me," Virat chuckled.

Avantika rolled her eyes and shook her head as Virat continued to grin at her. Avantika took a swig of her drink, Virat only realizing then that she was drinking.

"Chatterbox, how much have you had to drink?"

"Hey! Don't call me that," she squinted, pointing her finger at him, drink in hand. "And this is just my first," she frowned.

"Good, let's just keep it at that."

Avantika scowled at him and took another sip of her drink.

"You know you're lucky your brother isn't here."

"More like he's lucky because he's not here. Even Khushi," she scowled.

"Why do you say that?"

"Um, because I don't wanna be here," she continued to scowl.