A Slice of Love

Chapter 9

AN: So the end is close my lovelies! Hope you enjoy my story.

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It was Friday evening when Tar had said that he was going to meet P'Type again. The recent frequent phone calls and meetings and some what looked like secret talks between Tar and P'Type were not sitting well with Tum. The older brother was going to talk to Tar about this during the weekend but before he could say anything Tar had already left the house, rather excitedly. Tum knew there was no point in stopping his brother from going out as he too had to go work at the club at least until midnight. Tum sighed and headed to his room to finish revising his subjects before getting ready to go to the club.

It was just a few minutes over seven that he entered the club. He was slightly late but since he was just a freelance singer, it didn't make much of a difference. However, Tum felt nervousness building up in his stomach the moment he set foot inside the club. He couldn't understand why he was anxious when nothing out of ordinary had happened. He pushed his feeling aside and took his seat at the center and settled comfortably with his guitar. He indicated to one of the staff members that he would be playing as soon as the current disco song got over. He waited patiently, just raving his eyes over the crowd that was dancing on the floor with admirable zest and skill.

Just as Tum was about to start playing at the club, Tar was standing in front of a full length mirror pulling at his see-through black t-shirt and combing his hand in his hair.

Type sighed. He grabbed the younger man by the shoulders and pushed him towards the front door of his flat. "Nong, believe me. You look amazing. Trust me, all eyes are going to be on you the moment we walk in. You are looking..ravishing tonight.."

Tar rubbed a hand over his face as he whined, "Pii..! What are you saying! I don't want everyone to look at me..Pii..!!"

Type chuckled as he got into the driver's seat and watched the younger man do the same on the other side. Tharn and his football teammates were joining the two of them at the club itself. "I know, I know. You just want a certain someone to look your way!"

Tar blushed deep red and Type couldn't help but pinch his cheek. "Oh Nong!. You are so cute. After tonight that idiot brother of yours will not be able to stay away.." Type said as he grinned and Tar hid his flushed face behind his hands.

Tum was playing his second song of the night, when he saw a noisy group of students enter the club. He realized they were the football players from his university, which didn't surprise him much. This was a popular weekend hangout for the players. He saw P'Tharn among the students, which was not unusual at all, but what was surprising was that P'Type was nowhere to be seen. And he knew Tar had gone to meet P'Type. P'Tharn never came to the club unless he was accompanying P'Type. Tum decided it was once in a blue-moon kind of thing and didn't think too much. Tum continued playing, taking a small break every now and then. After six songs, it was time for the DJ again so the customers can enjoy dancing. Tum freshened up a bit and headed to get himself a drink.

P'Tharn and others had already had a few drinks, when Tum watched Tharn take a call. Tharn hung up and said something to his friends who got up noisily and excitedly and went to the dance floor. All their behavior seemed weird for Tum. Firstly, Tharn had not even acknowledged him. And now, the football guys, who he had never seen dance were moving clumsily to the hip-hop song. The dance floor was now immensely crowded and Tum could hardly make out faces.

As the song was coming to end, Tum watched Tharn wave at someone. Following his line, the guitarist realized it was P'Type. There was young man with P'Type, who was standing on the other side of the taller man and was not clearly visible. The man was very petite and was wearing flimsy black top and tight grey-black jeans. He was also wearing a black cap and was half hidden by Type's big frame, so his face was not visible at all. However, as Tum looked on, he felt a familiar pang in his chest that was surprising. There was definitely something very familiar about the slim man but Tum could not put a finger on it. He was also suddenly concerned about Tar who had said he was meeting with P'Type. It bothered Tum to no end that both Type and Tharn were here but there was no news about his baby brother. Tar had not even messaged him regarding his whereabouts like he usually did.

Just then P'Type and the young man were pulled onto the dance floor by the football players and Tum realized that they were playing the latest dance numbers that he had heard Tar play in his room on the repeat. Now Tum was getting anxious and he decided to at least message Tar to see if he was okay. The elder brother had decided that if he didn't get an reply, he would confront the seniors in front of him.

Tum: Hey baby bro. How are you doing? Where are you?

After messaging, Tum's attention was back on the dance floor. The new guy seemed very interesting. He was definitely the centre of attention on the dance floor and Tum couldn't even blame anyone. Although his face was still not clearly visible, Tum could easily decipher that the guy was good looking, with the lithe body and slim figure. And damn, the new guy could move! He was dancing like it was second nature for him. He moved his lean hands and hips seductively that would have anyone mesmerized. Now if only the guy would take the hat off so Tum could see his face..

Tum was startled out of his thoughts when his phone buzzed. It was Tar and the elder brother sighed in relief.

Baby: I'm good Pii. I will see you soon.. J

Tum looked at the messageand a smile bloomed on his face involuntarily. He looked at the dance flooronce again and noticed that the new guy was now at the back end of the floor. Hecould not believe the thoughts that had crossed his mind while looking at thenew guy. No doubt the guy seemed attractive but just the thought of brother andTum was a goner. Tum was so deeply in love with his brother that even the thoughtof approaching anyone else repulsed him. He shook his, deciding to forgivehimself for thinking about someone else in a sexual way. He bought himself adrink and sat down on his chair, knowing that with so many people flocking tothe dance floor, he might not be asked to play again tonight. He decided torelax and finish his drink and then head home, knowing that Tar would bemeeting him there.