Mannat......A Love Story

18. Got Trapped in a Bar!!

18. Got Trapped In a Bar.

I was getting ready for Kartika and Aayan’s party, my repo here for parties was quite bad because I always reach late. Dunno why I have this habbit of getting all lazy when it comes to getting ready for parties. Well, today I tried best to break my poor record so I got my lazy butt up from the couch and headed to take a quick shower. Coming out of the bath, I wrapped a towel around my waist and now the hardest part… what to wear???? I started going through all my dressess and finally took out something….. I wore a black T with and a black coat on that with black jeanz, combed my hair leftwords and emptied the whole perfume bottle over myself…..I looked at my self in the mirror, hmmm perfect!

 Finally I was ready to leave. I texted Veronica and Bermon, they were already on their way to the club where Aayan and Kartika had thrown the party. Aayan and Kartika were into this relation since long but their families were very reluctant to accept their love. Aayan’s mother was a Muslim and father Hindu and his mother was not at all ready to accept a Hindu bahu. Well, I think she shouldn’t have any issues in that, after all she had spent her life with a non muslim…. This is what she has given to her son… now if he has fallen in love with a non muslim I don’t think she should have a problem.

I drove to club 360, a very famous celebrity club… a place where you can find stars shinning down on earth. It took me a whole hour to reach there and yup I couldn’t break my record. I stepped out of the car and headed inside, the  man on the entrance smiled at me bowing down his head a bit and I smiled back…..

It was a nightclub with a subtle, intimate atmosphere as well as an outdoor deck and pool area. Lots of different rooms playing lots of different music. Girls dancing on tables, girls dancing inside glass boxes, girls in bathtubs covered by flower petals, Well, ……..You get the idea I guess. A lounge with a nightclub atmosphere, all sorts of bottle service packages… and a perfect view of the Bellagio fountains from inside the resort. The place packs in so many VIP tables that there's hardly room for the dance floor, the bars areas, and places where you can just stand around while holding your drink up to your chest and hoping a girl starts a conversation with you.

Back to Newyork we have been to clubs but very rarely and even those clubs used to be reasonably worth going, I mean few things never change it doesn’t matter you get old or famous or anything… Amman k chitter to kabhi bhi parr sakte hen. so we used to keep things simple plus halal.

Unlike this club where I could see nothing halal going on, I looked around and found Aayan and the rest of them on of those VIP tables, I headed towards them.

“hey!.....hi guys” I greeted, reaching to the table.

“ufff! Hussain you are again late, kabhi to time per puhanchha karo” Veronica complaint and I rolled my eyes.

“tumhare shehr ka traffic….. it sucks” I said and she chuckled. “or wese bhi barat nai nikli abhi tumhari” I added and all of them laughed, I dragged a chair and settled down with Aayan.

A skinny waitress reached our table and placed the huge glass tray, I could see small shimmering glasses, they were almost a couple of dozen I looked at them and then towards all of the idiots sitting in front of me…..

“guys! Seriously?” they ignored my weird expressions.

“juice for your highness” kartika handed me a large glass, containing orange juice and I looked at the glass with my eyebrows shot up.

“oh God! Hussain, its orange juice yaarr” Bermon looked at me in shock and I took the glass.

“tum logo ka kuch bharosa nai” I eyed them all and they laughed.