Song : You Are My Soniya from Kabhie Khushi Kabhie Gham
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"Look, all I am saying is that you need to give him another chance, Ali." Naina said.
"Not again, Naina. Can we please get off that topic!"
"She's right Ali, you need to get a life outside of your tv serial and books. You are the only single unmarried person sitting in this room." Kriti added.
"Well, Neenu isn't married yet. And please, it's the 21st Century. I am a 26 year old single woman. What's the problem with that?" I replied.
Kriti, Naina and I were sitting in my room waiting for Tessa, Lee and Cece to turn up. Except the boys, the outhouse was empty. Presently, we were trying to conduct a bachelorette party for Naina. Keyword being, trying.
"We're here." Lee said from outside.
"Did you check the perimeter?" Naina asked.
"If you mean our surroundings, by that, then yes. No boys. Now stop talking like a DC superhero and let us in." Cecelia replied.
"Thank God! I needed this." I said grabbing the tequila bottle from Theresa.
I quickly poured a shot for myself and gulped it down.
"Someone's in a mood." Ashley said as I drank my second shot.
"What? Don't look at me like that! I need this." I said pouring out my third which led to Kriti snatching the bottle from me.
"Truth or Dare and all that crap is very clichéd, so I had packed some old board games that Naina and I used to play when we were kids." I said.
"Or do you guys wanna dance?" Kriti asked.
"We did too much dancing tonight. No more." Tessa said.
"Scotland Yard it is." Naina said opening the foliar blue coloured box.
That's it. That is all I remember before waking up on my bed. I looked around. The other side of the bed was a little crumpled, but I think that's because of my sleeping habits.
"I see you're up."
"SAM? What the fuck are you doing here? And for God's sake, wear something!"
Sam had a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was dripping wet. His body was perfect. Six packs. His chest must be smooth! God! How much would I love to run my hands--
For fuck's sake! What am I even thinking?
"Like what you see?" He asked smirking.
"Get out of my room!" I said.
"That's not what you wanted last night." He whispered.
What last night?
Fuck. I got drunk.
Why the fuck did I drink?
Yes! To get Sam out of my head.
"What happened last night?" I asked, softly, worried about what I was about to hear.
"You..." He sat on the bed right next to me.
"What?"
He burst out laughing.
"You should've seen your face!" He said. "That look was priceless!"
I started hitting his shoulder continuously.
"Ow! Maar kyun rahi hai?" He cried rubbing his bare shoulder.
"Ullu ke patthe! I hate you." I said.
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Ceasefire Of Senses (under editing)
Teen FictionAlisha Mukherjee is an extremely normal girl. She's got everything - a twin brother, loving parents, a best friend, her dream job and a cute dog. She also has something else - the biggest problem in her life, Sameer Sharma. She doesn't believe that...
