That cute guy…

Posted by: Sakhi on: September 29, 2008

• In: Fiction | Friendship | Life | Love | Relationship
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Khyaati woke up feeling strange. She was feeling dizzy and nauseated. She had had a late night yesterday with friends. After all it was Navratri and she loved Garba. And this time her parents were also not there to chaperon her!

 

She had gone to Garba organized at a club with some other colleagues and planned to enjoy thoroughly. After a few rounds Saket offered Khyaati a drink which initially she declined but she saw that she was the only one not drinking and she didn’t want to offend her new colleagues. She took a bottle of beer. She hated the taste and smell of it and couldn’t understand how people tolerated and even enjoyed such a horrible stuff!

 

But as the night passed and with more rounds of Garba she was offered some more alcohol and she went on obliging her so-called friends. She kind of liked that ‘cute guy’ who had joined them. Exhilarating music, colourful environment, seducing earthy smell and the effect of beer… Khyaati was having the best Navaratri of her life.

 

That is all she remembered!

 

She looked around and felt strange. Where was Ketki? With hurting head she got up and went to the living room. She saw the ‘cute guy’ sitting and watching TV. Was she hallucinating? She rubbed her eyes and looked again. He was still there.

 

“What is he doing here and where was Ketki?” She thought bewilderedly.

 

She stood there dumb founded and all sorts of thoughts passed through her mind in a fraction of second. Suddenly he turned towards her and gave a smile.

 

She would have died then and there looking at that handsome face and oh-so-sexy smile!

 

But suddenly she realized that he was in her house and her room-mate was nowhere in sight.

 

“What are you doing here? Where is Ketki?” She tried to sound stern.

 

“Ketki left yesterday with Saket and you were not in a position to come home alone, so I obliged!

 

Has anybody told you that you look like a princess when you sleep?

 

And you smell fabulous!” He said with a lopsided smile.

 

Was he teasing her, making fun of her? She was now really scared. She didn’t remember anything about last night. She was alone the whole night with him and ….

 

She didn’t want to think more.

 

She looked at him again. He looked decent. Nothing seemed amiss. She smiled tentatively.

 

He asked her to freshen up. She obeyed as if she was in a trance.

 

When she came out of the shower, he was ready with a big mug of coffee for her.

 

He was so ‘at-home’ as if she was at his place. He chattered non-stop and she instantly felt at ease. She forgot that they were meeting for the first time or she had to leave for the office or anything else existed!

 

She wished the time would stop here!

 

This is how a love-at-first-sight feels? She didn’t want to know, at least not now!

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