The Fallen Queen~[✓]

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 23

'Karishma, Abhiraaj has some sort of leisure party in his house and his mom has asked us to come.'

I jumped excitedly. I mean I wasn't crushing on him or something, but then I'd love to go to his place anytime. We were back on Earth for some time more, primarily because Ryan wanted to take some of his essentials back. Both I and mom hopped onto our car to leave for Ayum's house. I was expecting some great fun.

I never get what I expect.

Ayum was completely indulged in his friends and seemed to enjoy a lot. When I went in and reached his balcony (which is almost the size of a room), where the party was held, he didn't seem to notice me in the crowd full of overdone girls with triple layers of eyeliner and furry coats and fox eyed hungry and perverted boys. I felt timid instantly when I stepped, with hard rock playing in the background and those boys and girls dancing with the curviest moves.

Whereas I wore a sweatshirt and loose jeans. I don't know what I was thinking.

But then I thought it was a casual party! And I had never come across his crowd of friends except two or three of his guy friends, who seemed so different from the time they met me. Abhiraaj and his vibe felt different. It had a layer of coldness in it.

'Hi, Abhiraaj. Thanks for inviting me.' I smiled awkwardly. I had made way for me after much difficulty. His girlfriend and one another girl clung to him like bitches. He just smiled and mouthed enjoy and left for the dance floor with them.

I felt so betrayed. It was the same guy who touched me through and through in our houses and family celebration nights. It was the guy I had gotten over recently. I felt like crying.

I went to Bela aunty's room to use the washroom and started texting Ryan outside of it. He wasn't replying.

'I don't like the way you fiddle with your phone.' My mom said with bitterness in her voice. 'I hope you don't have a boyfriend.'

That's the problem with Indian parents. She left giving me some extra pain, failing to realize why I was standing alone in a corner when people of my own age and Abhiraaj, such a great company of mine partied hard. She was only concerned about me having a boyfriend. I don't get Indian parents at all. I mean an American high school kid and I are of the same age and class, but look at their life, and then look at us Indian kids.

There's so much mental blockage as if my mom was the goddess Saraswati herself during her school days.

The rest of the evening went pretty embarrassing. I just took the food from a corner. Bela Aunty and Mom had left for someplace so it was just us teens in the house. I took whatever food I could grab to Bela aunty's room and switched on the television there. I also took a bottle of whiskey. Abhiraaj didn't seem to notice, given that they had pots and wine laid out in bulk. I don't think Bela aunty knew about this side of Abhiraaj. Neither did I or anyone.

But the truth is it was always my ignorance, I refused to see this side of his. It seemed I was a nonexistent character in his friend circle. Ony one of the girls gave me a small smile. Others pretend I was an ant. Even Abhiraaj did. He also addressed me as 'just a sister' when someone asked. He was the kind of guy who maintained his personality in different situations. I don't say it was a bad trait, but I felt bad I wasn't included in his primary life.

After finishing the entire bottle of whiskey along with iced water and chips, I headed towards the table for a packet of cigarettes. I was a bit tipsy so I almost fell down, as I walked out. Hearing hooting sounds of his friends instantly brought me back to reality. Then I felt a ragged breath behind me. I turned to see who it was, and it was a guy.

'Abhix wouldn't find out. One kiss.' He said. He was probably drunk. I gestured a straight no and moved towards the table. He tried to block my way. The day couldn't get any worse.

'Please, whoever you are let me go. I know you're stoned. You'll regret this.'

'You're drunk too. Don't worry we have a great excuse.' He whispered as he came closer. I gave him a hard kick on his dick. He howled in pain but came in more aggressively. In a haste, I pushed him. And he landed almost a feet away with a hard crack sound.

I felt like I had had too much wine and was so drunk that I was hallucinating. I left growling in pain towards the table. I hurriedly grabbed a packet of cigarettes and tried to leave for my room.

I saw Ayum staring at me with fixed eyes. Maybe he found out I was taking too much food from the table and it wasn't supposed to be for me. Or maybe that I beat up one of his friends. He looked at me constantly, that was what I could figure out with a side-eyed view.

I took the lighter and the cigarettes to the room back anyhow anyway and lit one.

And cried too hard.

It was my first smoke.

Because of Ayum.